After the Gloomy and Beautiful Eunuch Married Me [GB]

Sickly beautiful princess x beautiful and gloomy eunuch The first time I met the little eunuch was in the laundry room of Yeting. He knelt on the cold stone floor to rub his palace clothes. The side of his face was as white as fine suet jade, and the tail of his eyes was slightly red. The palace people deliberately poured cold water on him, making fun of his effeminate appearance, and his clothes were soaked. The young eunuch just wiped the water from his face silently, with his eyelashes hanging very low, like a grass that was trampled on. I looked at the palace man who was angry and punished the palace man with splashing water. When the little eunuch looked up at me, he lowered his head and saluted with a pitiful expression. There was no longer any warmth in those beautiful eyes, only the ice-hardened viciousness remained. Seeing that I was soft-hearted, I asked him to come to me. The queen mother and the nanny both laughed at me for picking up a boring gourd. * I was born with a sick body, and he often stayed by the bed to make medicine. He knew how cold it was and how hot he was, and he didn't dare to stray too far from the bed even for a nap. At that time, I always felt that the gloominess in his eyes was probably fake. This little eunuch must be soft at heart. But grandma always said that he had a deep mind and told me to be careful. After years of taking medicine and lingering on the sickbed, I had long taken a dim view of life and death. I thought that if I went there in the future, the little eunuch would have to find someone to rely on, and it would be better to be more alert, so I didn't care too much. After all, he was naive, and it was natural for him to be betrayed. Later, the little eunuch suddenly became a celebrity in front of His Majesty. He was so famous and powerful that he even dared to imprison the current princess in his house. When he warmed the wine in front of me, he would always show the mottled scars under his wrists from time to time. Although he is already extremely powerful, he still begs me to love and pity him like a stray cat that no one wants. At night, he even shamelessly whispered in my ear, "Your Highness is my God, Your Highness loves you." The accident happened when it was discovered that he was doing inappropriate things in the secret room. Facing the familiar portraits of women on the wall, the little eunuch skillfully cut his own palm with the dagger he had intended to stab at me. When I heard the noise and turned around, I saw that the person coming was me. He no longer deliberately pretended to be soft and weak, but instead approached step by step, pressed his bloody hand on my face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't you, Your Highness, want to know whether this slave's heart is cold or warm?" "Would you like to take it out with your own hands and see?" (The copy was written on September 7, 2025 and needs to be revised) Motto: Confidence is worth thousands of dollars