The Tyrant's Eunuch

[Complete! I recommend a similar finished novel, Just a Eunuch~] Qian Yao opened his eyes. Before him stood a magnificent, resplendent hall, but the floor was covered in corpses, and blood had soaked nearly all of the ornate carpet. He was wearing a eunuch's uniform, trembling as he knelt behind a pillar. Before he could make sense of what was happening, he heard a scraping sound as a sword dragged across the ground. Qian Yao looked up. A man in imperial robes was approaching with a sword in hand. Its blade reflected a cold glint, and blood that had yet to dry stained the man's face. Qian Yao froze for a moment, then shut his eyes and pinched himself hard. This had to be a dream. If he just opened his eyes... It was still the same dream! Help, QAQ! - Qi An had a secret no one knew. He could hear other people's thoughts, but every time he did, he would feel awful for a long while. So he decided to save this ability for the most crucial moments, like... When killing someone. It was amusing to watch people about to die weep and beg before him, while inwardly cursing him and wishing him a miserable death. One day, his younger imperial brother rebelled. Qi An cut him down with his sword, then slaughtered everyone in the entire hall. Only one unlucky person remained in the palace: a young eunuch who had come to deliver tea before the rebellion began. He was innocent, but he couldn't be allowed to live. Yet when Qi An approached the young eunuch with his sword, he found that he was unlike anyone he had killed before. No weeping, no begging for mercy, no trembling like a leaf. He simply had his eyes closed, his thin lips moving slightly as if murmuring something. Is he putting a curse on me? Qi An wondered. For once, he used his ability on a eunuch. But after listening for a while, he furrowed his brow slightly. Then he lifted Qian Yao's chin with his sword and asked with some curiosity, "What is... democracy?" - Everyone in the palace knew that the beautiful young eunuch was the apple of His Majesty's eye. They were together day and night, never apart. The emperor was the only one who didn't think so. No matter how useful the eunuch was, he was still just a lowly eunuch, someone the emperor could replace whenever he wanted. But then one day, the person he had toyed with in the palm of his hand was gone. No matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find him. Only then did Qi An realize that the eunuch was his most precious treasure. Blurb for my next novel, The Kid in a Wife-Chasing Crematorium Story~ [Third-person narration] My name is Cong Jian, and I've lived with my dad in a small town since I was little. The town may be small, but the people here are all kind. I've lived here for many years and made lots of friends. Unlike them, I come from a single-parent family, but nobody has ever made fun of me for it. In fact, they're all jealous, because my dad is so beautiful that he's famous throughout the town. That's why so many people like my dad. There's Brother Lou upstairs, who always brings us food and buys me snacks. There's my math teacher, who always asks me about my dad. And there's the pediatrician, who comes to our house whenever I'm sick... I always thought Dad would eventually choose one of them to be with. Then one day, a car that looked completely out of place in our little town pulled up downstairs. A man just as beautiful as my dad stepped out. He seemed so out of place in this town that I assumed he had to be a tourist. But to my surprise, he walked up to me. After looking at me for a long time, he crouched down, trembling slightly, and said, "Do you know who I am? I'm your dad." The candy in my hand dropped to the ground. I spun around, furious, and ran upstairs, shouting as I went, "Dad, there's a shameless guy trying to take advantage of me! Come yell at him!" Back then, I had no idea that this would be the last normal day of my life. After that, everything fell apart. The guy who'd tried to take advantage of me moved into the apartment across from ours. Every day, he came over to bother us before dawn, then mysteriously appeared everywhere we went. Dad seemed to hate him. He took me away from the town, and from then on, we ran while the guy chased us. Every day after that, I had to watch them act out the same melodramatic scenes: You love me, I love you, do you even love me? I really do love you. After years of this, Dad finally forgave him. It was only then that I found out I was living in a wife-chasing crematorium story, and the protagonists were my two fathers. After discovering the truth, I looked at the two men downstairs, one with a cold expression and the other clinging to him, and couldn't help sighing. "No wonder there's so much melodrama." Dad and Father finally made up, and the story reached its happy ending. I thought it was all over. But many years later, when I was in my second year of high school, a transfer student joined our class. He was amazing. He took first place in our grade as soon as he arrived. I was furious and studied day and night to catch up, but I still couldn't reclaim first place. From then on, he became the person I hated most in class, bar none. He seemed to hate me too. In the two years we were classmates, we barely said ten words to each other. But at a class reunion a year after we started college, I got completely drunk. When I woke up, I found myself in a strange room, with the male classmate I hated most lying beside me. This... Dad and Father's story was about a domineering CEO chasing his wife into a crematorium. What about me? Is this a school romance about accidentally sleeping with my sworn enemy? Theme: Love is a healing remedy that can mend old wounds.