A Touch of Spring

Next book: Pick Up My Rotten Bones. Feel free to check it out in my collection~

Powerful Eunuch Male Lead X Naive Female Lead

The Song family was confiscated. By imperial decree, Song Weihe was married off as the daughter of a convicted minister to Yin Qisheng, the Director of the Eastern Depot.

Rumor had it that he was ruthless and vicious, decisive in his methods, and so powerful that he had already stripped the emperor of his authority.

Terrified, she could only call out timidly, "Director..."

The man gave a soft snort, and she fell to her knees. On their wedding night, Yin Qisheng frightened her to tears.

She understood that the man before her was no longer the little eunuch who had once been bullied by everyone.

Song Weihe first met Yin Qisheng outside her father's study. The man's furious voice rang out: "You rootless wretch! You've offended my eyes. How dare they send a filthy thing like you to deliver a letter?"

She saw the seventeen-year-old boy clench his jaw and back out of the room, about to rush into the rain.

She had only just been brought into the Song family and didn't know the rules. Whenever she saw a eunuch, she called him "Eunuch."

"The rain is so heavy. You'll get sick if you go back like that."

Her voice was quiet, presumably so the people in the study wouldn't hear.

Yin Qisheng looked much younger then. He rubbed his fingers together, gave a soft laugh, and bowed low. "This humble servant doesn't deserve that. If you wish to call me something, Miss, then call me Little Qizi."

A few years later, he had the Song family confiscated.

Song Weihe married him, a eunuch.

"I can't give you the usual pleasures of married life, but... these hands and this tongue of mine were made for you. Are you satisfied, my lady?"

Yin Qisheng was shameless, always saying things that made her blush. He remembered Song Weihe leaning against his shoulder as she caught her breath, while his hand gently stroked her spine, soothing her again and again.

Naturally, he had plenty of ways...

To coax her into bliss beneath the covers and bring her a taste of spring with a single finger.

One-on-one romance, both leads sexually inexperienced, purely sensual

Content warnings: The female lead has a distant relationship with her scumbag father. The confiscation of the family is real; her father wasn't falsely accused. The male lead is a real eunuch, a little insane, and no good person. Strong male lead, weak female lead, not a strong female lead. The female lead is easygoing. The setting is fictional and not meant to be researched; what I say goes. The political machinations are immature, so just read it to pass the time.

The word "one" here is an intensifier, as in "a belly full of anger" meaning "furious."

Coming soon in my collection: Pick Up My Rotten Bones

Fanqing is an orphan. The only person she has is her gentle and refined fiancé, Xiao Chengchu.

One day, she learns by chance that her fiancé will go to the capital for the imperial examinations and then marry a wealthy young lady, leaving her waiting in vain.

Fanqing: "..." What a load of nonsense. I don't believe it.

Until one day, Xiao Chengchu took her hands in his and, as though reciting a line from a storybook, said exactly what she already knew he would, his eyes full of tenderness: "Qingqing, when I return, I'll marry you properly and bring you into my home."

Fanqing hesitated. "...How about you just don't go?"

Xiao Chengchu: "All right. I promise."

Then her fiancé died.

She wept and wailed, feeling terribly guilty and thinking she should have let him go after all.

He died in the wilderness. An old Daoist pointed out a place and told her to find his bones and summon his soul. On the seventh night, shadows danced among the trees outside, rustling loudly. Someone knocked at the door. A man's voice was low and gentle, as if whispering right beside her ear: "Qingqing, it's me."

"..."

Fanqing looked at the letter in her arms and fell silent. It said:

"Qingqing, I had no choice but to do this. When I return, you may punish me however you like. All is well. Don't worry about me."

Then he might as well have stayed dead.

Xiao Chengchu had already set out for the imperial examinations. So what was the thing she'd picked up? Who was outside the door?

A cold wind swept by. In the wilderness, she picked up a rotten skeleton and summoned a demon.

Whenever Fanqing's mind began to wander, the demon would cradle her face and whisper, "Qingqing, Qingqing... Say my name. Lu Shiyun."

The shadows spreading from the corners of his eyes were tinged with red. "My wife picked up my rotten bones and gave me yin energy. Amid countless desolate graves, she found herself a demon."

"So I'll make my withered bones fragrant and my warm quilts intoxicating, to repay my wife for gathering my bones and laying me to rest."

Theme: Growing through love, then becoming strong and resilient.