Marrying a Eunuch to Catch Demons

Complete. A sweet Republican-era story about catching demons and ghosts. Come give it a try!

A fake last eunuch of the dynasty, actually a rich tycoon, gong x a mute young opera performer, shou (his voice will be treated later)

[Coming soon: Daoist, Do I Smell Good?]

An ancient story told in episodes about catching demons, still a sweet treat. A little demon seduces an emotionless Daoist. Click into my author profile to add it to your collection!

[Marrying a Eunuch: Story Blurb]

Ye Ge was once the rising star of the Fuyue Opera Troupe. Unfortunately, someone poisoned him and ruined his voice. The famous performer became a lowly servant in the blink of an eye, and his life turned miserable.

He thought he was stuck like this for the rest of his life, but then he started seeing ghosts! A corpse in the mirror, a fox spirit in a bridal gown, a judge with no eyes...

Little Ye Ge was so frightened that his wings flapped wildly. With a plop, he fell right into the arms of Third Master Xie, the man he'd been pining for all these years.

Third Master is perfect in every way. He can make money, catch demons, and most importantly, he treats Ye Ge like his most precious treasure.

The only problem is... people say he's a eunuch who came out of the palace.

Third Master: If I really were a eunuch, would Little Ge still stay with me?

Ye Ge's eyes turn red with tears. He nods softly. "I will. No matter what you're like, Third Master, I'll stay with you."

The next day, Little Ge finally learns that rumors can't be trusted.

After finally escaping the man-eating imperial palace, Xie Zhen set out to find the little pigeon in red makeup he'd seen onstage two years earlier. Instead, all he found was a terrified ball of gray fluff.

It doesn't matter. He likes the gray fluff, too. Once he smooths its feathers, it'll still be the little pigeon who holds his heart.

[The Heartless Daoist's Begonia Pastry: Blurb]

Formerly heartless, now devoted gong x beautiful begonia spirit shou

The lotus cakes are sweet, the eight-treasure pastries tender, and the pine nut crisps melt in your mouth, fragrant with honey.

Everyone praises the pastries at Wuwei Bakery. Its owner, Zhong Tang, is handsome, cheerful, and skilled at his craft. Before long, he's become the dream lover of countless young women.

But what good is that?

Zhong Tang curls his lips, lifts the chin of a certain heartless Daoist with one hand, and asks with a cold laugh, "When will you start dreaming about me?"

At first, when someone tells Li Bizhi that a pastry shop has opened beside the Demon-Slaying Bureau, he merely shakes his head. "One mustn't indulge in the pleasures of the palate."

After going there himself several times, he still manages to hold fast to the Great Way. "The taste is merely a little better than average."

When spring comes and the begonias bloom, someone asks him again. All he can say is, "It smells wonderful."

Zhong Tang raises an eyebrow. "What smells wonderful? The pastries?"

Li Bizhi blushes. "...You."

Theme: Sweet, doting life in the Republican era