The Thousand-Year-Old Eunuch

When Rong Jue, the Eastern Depot's Chief Eunuch, still held power at court, everyone here hated him to the core.

The ministers thought he wielded unchecked power and showed no respect for the throne. His subordinates thought him cold-blooded and careless of human life. Even the new emperor, whom he had raised himself, gradually began to resent him.

At last, on the day the new emperor ascended the throne, old and new grudges erupted all at once. The evidence was conclusive, and the emperor immediately ordered Rong Jue thrown into the imperial prison.

His official rank was ruthlessly stripped away, his claws and fangs torn out without mercy. In an instant, the once powerful Chief Eunuch, who had held life and death in his hands, became a criminal on the brink of death.

The entire court applauded.

But before long, everyone realized something was wrong.

They were overwhelmed trying to handle court affairs. They couldn't keep the local administrations in check, with the upper ranks unable to control the lower ones. Their diplomatic relations were a tangled mess.

In the end, the entire government ground to a halt.

It turned out that Rong Jue had never been the one who couldn't do without them. They were the ones who couldn't lose Rong Jue! Without him, the entire court would fall apart!

All the ministers went mad in an instant, but the maddest of all was their emperor:

“He's dead? How can he be dead?! Search! All of you, go find him! I want to see him alive or his corpse. If you can't find him, bring me your heads!”

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Rong Jue had willingly served as the court's blade for more than twenty years, devoting himself to its service until his dying breath. In the end, he was left frail and riddled with illness, with no value left to anyone.

He gave a soft laugh. Perhaps this was for the best. At last, he could leave this bone-eating imperial palace.

But less than a year of peace later, Yin Wuhui found him and dragged him back, locking him away in his imperial bedchamber.

In the dead of night, when all was silent, the young emperor slowly stroked the pale, seemingly shattered face beneath his hand. His eyes were full of tenderness and concern, but his words were colder than ice in the dead of winter:

“Chief Eunuch, what a clever trick. You certainly made me look for you.”

The emperor leaned down to whisper in his ear, each word clear and imperious: “Now that you've entered these palace walls, don't even think about leaving again.”

A powerful, beautiful, tragic, ruthless, ailing Chief Eunuch as the bottom x an emperor who seems cold but is actually extremely sensitive, clingy, and prone to tears as the top

One-on-one, happy ending. Younger top, twelve-year age gap.

The bottom is a real eunuch. At the start, there are some scenes of the bottom raising the top. The top is a slow-burn, growing character; the plot in the blurb comes later, so you can skip the early part if you don't want to read it.

The main story differs somewhat from the blurb. The top isn't a scumbag (important note: the romance is pure love). As for the plot, I have no idea what I wrote, lol.

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Theme: Strength is the foundation for standing on your own.