The powerful eunuch Xing Zhou was vicious and ruthless, his influence reaching across the court.
His methods were bloody and brutal. In the eyes of countless people, he was a demon, and even members of the imperial family trembled and kept their distance whenever they saw him.
Yet no one knew how deferential he was in the presence of Princess Chu Yun, the eldest daughter of the late Crown Prince.
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On a spring night heavy with rain, the lamps burned dimly.
Avoiding notice, Xing Zhou appeared at the princess's residence. He bowed his head respectfully in the corridor. "Your Highness."
At the time, Chu Yun, who had been away from the capital for many years, was practicing archery beneath the covered walkway. One arrow pierced the veil of rain and struck the bull's-eye. She nocked another and aimed it at Xing Zhou's heart.
"You had imperial heirs harmed so that I would return to the capital. What do you want, Eunuch?"
Xing Zhou smiled. Through the falling rain, his lowered gaze rested only on the hem of the beloved's flowing robe, dampened by the drizzle.
"To earn a glance from Your Highness."
An arrow struck his shoulder. Her cool voice fell through the rain.
"That one is for your insolence."
Blood quickly soaked through his robe. Xing Zhou's face paled, but he smiled again, cradling the arrow as if it were a treasure.
"Thank you for Your Highness's gift."
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Princess Chu Yun was of noble birth and impeccable character, a bright, frosty moon in the highest heavens. Xing Zhou, by contrast, was an enslaved criminal who had crawled out of the silkworm chamber, filth in a shadowed swamp.
The frosty moon shone upon a thousand peaks, and Xing Zhou once stole a moment of her light.
He violated her from head to toe, kissed her skin, consumed her breath, and claimed all of her.
From then on, he could not banish his delusions.
After that, he exhausted every despicable scheme and filthy tactic, all to make the frosty moon fall and shine only upon his own dark, lovesick corner.
Even if an abyss awaited him.
Reader's Guide:
1. He is a real eunuch
Theme: The distant night, the frosty moon low in the sky