The Director Graduated from Forensic Medicine

Forensic pathologist Su Mao transmigrates into a book as a cannon-fodder eunuch. Slim-waisted and fair, he's a fake eunuch who was never castrated. There are six princes competing for the throne: the arrogant and overbearing First Prince, the frail and scheming Second Prince, the dignified and ambitious Fourth Prince who treats worthy men with respect, the sociable Sixth Prince whose filial piety moves heaven, and the innocent, kind Seventh Prince who gets along with everyone... Some genius secretly pulled the strings and sent him to the deposed Crown Prince, who ranks third, forcing him to seduce and assassinate the man. Supposedly, the Crown Prince is moody, cruel, bloodthirsty, and insane... They must think far too highly of him. Su Mao thought he was doomed. But the Crown Prince wasn't fierce or crazy. He saved the best food for him, gave him pretty things, and when an assassin struck, he didn't shove Su Mao in front to take the blow. He pulled him behind himself instead... The Crown Prince was refined and learned, well versed in court affairs and the ways of the martial world, knowledgeable about astronomy and geography. He was clearly a gentleman! A gentleman has no ambition. Someone else would take the throne, and Su Mao's life would be over sooner or later. He really did have to live up to their expectations. Returning to his old profession, he found no corpse he couldn't read, no case he couldn't solve, and no plot he couldn't unravel. Before long, when two eunuch governors fought like dogs and left one dead and the other ruined, he seized his chance and rose to become the Chief Eunuch, the mighty Nine-Thousand-Year-Old! The princes regretted it bitterly. How had they been so blind as to mistake a pearl for a fish's eye...? Chief Eunuch Su couldn't afford a moment's rest. Between his "cordial dealings" with the princes and palace attendants, he also had to protect his secret. Every day, he checked his to-do list for the grand enterprise: Shaved his beard. Check. His skin is still very fair today, so no powder needed. Check. Window latched, curtains drawn, all four screens in place. Bathing conditions up to standard. Check. Mind his posture in the privy... Oh no, he was in a hurry today. Did he pee standing up? No, don't panic. It's probably fine. Think carefully: was anyone nearby at the time...? A mass of footsteps sounded outside. Had he been surrounded? So soon?! "Crash!" The roof tiles suddenly flew apart, and a familiar figure crashed into his bathtub. The deposed Crown Prince looked at the narrow waist, no wider than his hand, and the delicate, supple shoulder blades of the person in the room. His gaze darkened. "Mao Mao, if I said I wasn't peeking at you while you bathed, would you believe me?" Awakening from a great dream, he realized the world was tasteless. This filthy, corrupt dynasty might as well fall, the deposed Crown Prince thought. But then a little cat came crashing into his life, brimming with vitality and basking in the warm spring sunshine, taking over his heart with no regard for his objections. From then on, whenever the little cat needed a stage, he built one. Whenever the little cat had a cute question, he answered it. Whenever the little cat was in danger, he swept it away. If the little cat wanted him to be a gentleman, then a gentleman he could be. If the little cat hoped for peace throughout the land, for calm seas and clear rivers... that might not be impossible either. It turned out that as long as you were in the world, flowers would bloom, rain would be beautiful, and even the heads of those beheaded on the ground would look especially pleasing to the eye. Theme: Even the darkest night has a torch. Any of us can be a faint light in this world.