Nine Thousand Years

Though Ling Yanyu lived far away in the northwest, she often heard of the West Factory Director's fearsome reputation: a benevolent face, a venomous heart, mercurial moods, and countless murders.

Even though she once thought the stories exaggerated, she never paid them much mind. The Ling family had been known for its good name for generations, and it would hardly do to get mixed up with eunuchs.

But she never imagined that the powerful eunuch everyone feared was the very old friend she had never stopped thinking about.

The young man who had once been so cherubic and bright, always running after her and calling her "Sister," had finally appeared before her again. Yet he was no longer the person she remembered.

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After realizing her feelings, Princess Yongning Ling Yanyu confessed her love to Du Heng three times.

The first time, the Director took the crookedly embroidered sachet. His expression turned dazed, then he lowered his head in sorrow and smiled faintly. "Your Highness is joking again."

The second time, he bent forward, clasped his hands, lifted his robe, and knelt beside her horse, bowing his head deeply. "Your Highness is the bright moon in the sky, while this servant is dust beneath your feet. A mere eunuch like me would never dare reach for the moon."

The third time, the formidable Director accepted her token, but did not dare meet her face to face. He went to the emperor to request an order sending him away from the capital on official business.

Ling Yanyu finally gave up hope and agreed to discuss a marriage with a young nobleman.

But the Chief Eunuch, who held power over the entire court, came weeping to kneel before her bed, his clothes removed and his eyes blurred with tears.

"Please... look at me."

[Reader's Guide]: A conventional world setting, a real eunuch, girl-boy romance; a story of redemption. The male lead is extremely insecure and frail, and may be a little crazy. The blurb may still be revised.

Theme: Love requires mutual understanding and acceptance.