Marrying the Eunuch of Nine Thousand Years

Ye Miao was the son of the Anyang Marquis's second wife. His birth mother died in childbirth, and less than half a year later, the marquis married another woman. With the legitimate son of the first wife above him and the new madam's son below, Ye Miao was invisible in the marquis's household from the time he was little.

By the age of eighteen, he was well past the age when he should have been engaged.

His younger brother, who had never paid him any mind, recovered from a bout of chills and suddenly changed completely. He fussed over Ye Miao, his second older brother, and even gave him the chance to attend the palace banquet.

In his previous life, Ye Ming had kicked up a fuss and stolen the chance to attend the banquet from his legitimate elder brother. He never expected to be caught up in an assassination attempt. The Ninth Thousand Year Old went on a killing spree, and Ye Ming lost his life in the palace!

Reborn, Ye Ming refused to enter the palace, no matter what. He made his naive, simple-minded second brother go in his place to die!

But after waiting all night, it seemed nothing had happened in the palace.

Early the next morning, the Ninth Thousand Year Old sent word to the marquis's household to prepare for a wedding. He was going to marry the marquis's second son.

Ye Ming: What? That's impossible!

That night, at the palace banquet, screams of terror tore through the music of bells and drums. The Ninth Thousand Year Old's blade was stained with blood as he lifted the boy's pale chin. Even the young emperor dared not make a sound.

The slender boy, as delicate as green bamboo, had clear, bright eyes. When he saw the cruel and violent Ninth Thousand Year Old, he looked as if he had found a treasure.

The Ninth Thousand Year Old's phoenix eyes were cold and sharp. "Aren't you afraid?"

The boy looked steadily at him and slowly shook his head. "No. I've admired you for a long time, Ninth Thousand Year Old. Why should I be afraid?"

Only Ye Miao knew that the Ninth Thousand Year Old, whom everyone feared, was the big brother he had treasured in his heart since childhood.

No one could understand that when he learned he would be able to enter the palace and see Feng Xuan that night, he was already overjoyed.

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After the late emperor's death, Feng Xuan, the Ninth Thousand Year Old, bathed the court in blood and placed the young emperor on the throne. The nobles were cowed by him, and even the young emperor's eyes held fear and wariness whenever he saw him.

Yet one reckless boy ran right up to him and claimed to admire him. What utter nonsense.

So he had the boy carried to his manor in a sedan chair, then patiently waited for him to beg for mercy.

But the boy held out until their wedding night without backing down, and even followed the Ninth Thousand Year Old into the bridal chamber.

The boy in red was as handsome as a painting, delicate as green bamboo. His dark eyes were full of joy and anticipation.

He took the initiative and opened Feng Xuan's robe. His eyes grew moist with excitement. "Brother Feng Xuan, it's time for our wedding night."

Feng Xuan: ? Had he never heard the rumors about the Ninth Thousand Year Old, a cruel and violent man who killed without blinking? Or had he forgotten that I am a eunuch?

A violent, cold-blooded fake eunuch gong x a lovesick, obsessive shou

A story about a short-tempered fake eunuch being latched onto by a lovesick man who spends every day thinking about getting on top of his gong.

Theme: Where there's a will, there's a way.