The Beloved in the Bedchamber: The Mad Eunuch Chief Coaxes Her Night After Night

[Daughter of a Convicted Minister x Eunuch Impostor, the Ninth Thousand-Year Lord | Mutual Exploitation | Harem Intrigue and a Fight for the Throne | Revenge and Political Scheming | Lust First, Love Later]

In the twenty-third year of Chengxi, the emperor is deluded and obsessed with elixirs and immortality. Factions at court clash without end, while enemies circle at the borders.

A bloodstained palace robe draws her into the case of a Consort's miscarriage, and brings her before Pei Jin, the Chief Eunuch of the Directorate of Ceremonial.

Pei Jin is strikingly beautiful and holds power over the entire court. He is the Ninth Thousand-Year Lord, feared by everyone in the palace. Rumor has it that he is cruel and vicious, and never leaves a trace of blood when he kills.

Shen Zhaowei wants to use his power to clear her family's name. Pei Jin also wants to use her as a pawn to spy on the harem and eliminate his enemies.

"Help me uncover the truth behind the Shen family's wrongful conviction, and my life will be yours, Lord Director."

Pei Jin lifts her chin. His smile is gentle, but there isn't a trace of warmth in his eyes.

"I can take your life whenever I want. Do I need you to offer it to me?"

At first, he sends her into danger and watches her struggle to survive. She kneels obediently at his feet and fawns on him, while secretly plotting how to use his blade to kill. They each have their own schemes, and even their night together is nothing but desire and calculation.

Later, she rises from a lowly convict's servant to become a supervising aunt and a palace official. She fights her way through consorts competing for favor, witchcraft accusations, princes vying for the throne, an assassination during the autumn hunt, and a princess sent abroad for a political marriage.

But when the truth finally comes to light, she discovers that Pei Jin has been deceiving her from the very beginning.

She burns the secret letter and turns to his sworn enemy.

That night, the Ninth Thousand-Year Lord, who has always stood above everyone else, traps her in his tent, his eyes bloodshot and his voice hoarse. "After using me, you want to become someone else's empress?"

Shen Zhaowei pulls out her gold hairpin and presses it to his throat, smiling softly.

"Pei Jin, I never intended to be anyone's empress."