I Pay My Respects to the Ninth-Thousand-Year Lord

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Everyone says Cheng Xiao is a corrupt eunuch, and that no palace maid who falls into his hands ever comes out alive.

After being tortured, she enters the Wutong Hall, certain she is going to die.

Beneath the moonlight, the person turns around. His features are exquisite, the corners of his eyes lifted, as if he has stepped out of a painting.

Haitang only wants to survive, but Cheng Xiao says that surviving is not enough. She must also make her enemies pay.

“You’re afraid because you’re the fish, not the hand.”

She secretly raises her head. Something seems to leap in her chest. “This servant is foolish.”

“Go back and teach the person who beat you a lesson. Just a little one. That’s enough.”

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Cheng Xiao has always wanted to be a worthy minister, but the outside world only gives him the reputation of a treacherous official.

As the sun sinks in the west, they tumble into a flowerbed together and let the cold wind blow over them, lying in each other’s arms like two corpses asleep.

[Growing-up romance · Accomplices · Slightly dark]

The male lead is a real, but not entirely castrated, eunuch.

The leads are six years apart in age.

A fictional Ming Dynasty setting. Please don’t nitpick the historical details.

This is not a strong-female-lead story, and I’m not responsible for content warnings.

Theme: Mandarin ducks on the mountain, kingfishers in the clouds. May we be united forever, never parted until death.