The Nine Thousand Year Old Lord’s Little Palm-Sized Fox

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[Pretty, dim-witted fox gong with all his points in physical strength x powerful, possessive yet gentle Eunuch Chief shou]

The silly little fox was going down the mountain for the first time. His older sister told him that if he got into trouble, he could play dead; people down the mountain didn’t eat dead foxes. Ji Qing remembered that.

He went into town, bought two big buns, and ate as he walked. Then he stumbled upon something serious. Ji Qing immediately threw himself on the ground, but someone picked him up and said, “This fool seems fine. Let him take the other one’s place.”

And just like that, the clumsy fox who was a local specialty of the mountain became a little prince who had been lost outside the palace.

The Eunuch Chief stared at him for a long while, then said, “What a foxlike face.”

The fox heard this and proudly puffed out his chest. We foxes are supposed to look like foxes. You’ve got a good eye. You’re a good person.

A fool’s luck is a blessing: the fox couldn’t even understand when people insulted him.

Someone warned the fox, “The Eunuch Chief is very cunning. Stay away from him.”

The fox blinked. “What’s a new chicken? A fresh free-range chicken? That sounds delicious.”

The fox spent every day eating and chewing, and pestering the Eunuch Chief to play with him.

At last, one day, the Eunuch Chief stood beside the fox’s bed. “Your servant is here to attend to Your Highness’s rest.”

The fox nodded, overjoyed, and used Ting Lan’s chest as a pillow for the whole night.

So soft, so big, so comfy! (Heart eyes)

Later, something went wrong, and the fox took a sword blow meant for Ting Lan.

*

Ting Lan fell in love with someone.

He smiled at someone else? Forbidden. Looked at someone else for too long? Also forbidden.

Ting Lan offered himself to the fox, but refused to take off his clothes.

“Close your eyes. Don’t look at me.”

The Eunuch Chief was unfathomable in the eyes of the court officials and palace servants. Every day, he had to calculate a hundred times whether Ji Qing loved him. He used his power and prestige as golden chains to keep Ji Qing by his side, so he could never leave.

Then, without warning, blood splattered over him. His favorite person, the one who loved to talk and laugh and hop around on the bed with his little butt sticking out, knocking into things, stood in front of him and died.

Ting Lan was nearly driven mad. The capital fell into chaos, and blood ran through the Meridian Gate.

Now he knew for sure that the little prince loved him, but it was too late…

At that very moment, the fox was huffing and puffing, doing his best to come back to life.

Heh, didn’t see that coming, did you? This little fox has nine lives! I’ll be back soon, Ting Lan, just wait a little longer.

Reader’s guide:

The characters aren’t perfect and each has their own flaws. The Eunuch Chief is a real eunuch!

The fox may be a little dim-witted, but he can uproot mountains and is incredibly strong.

Mutually devoted, both inexperienced, one-on-one sweet romance, with just a tiny bit of angst for flavor.

A romance between a couple of young men. Just take the political scheming as a bit of fun.

Readers with strong character preferences, enter with caution.

Here’s a preview of my upcoming historical danmei, from the gong’s perspective: A Double Fake Death, My Nemesis Dug Me Up

Qin Zhihan, once the sword-wielding enforcer of an immortal sect and now a traitor, was buried. He had died so conveniently, passing away just before the truth came to light.

At that moment, he himself was floating over his grave, watching his nemesis dig up his bones. He couldn’t help feeling deeply distressed.

I’m already dead. There’s no need to dig me up and desecrate my corpse.

Things have changed… He’s taking my clothes off!

Jiang Tan, are you a pervert?! How can a paragon of the righteous path do something like this?

Tsk, tsk, tsk. The world is going to the dogs.

At least I’ve got a great body. I don’t mind him looking.

…

And now Qin Zhihan had become Jiang Tan’s puppet…

This is bad. I was still too naive.

I knew he was a hypocrite. He always dressed so modestly and spoke so seriously. Who knew he was a pervert?

Ever since becoming a puppet, Qin Zhihan had pretended to be a mindless doll every day, been no help at all, and still managed to bother Jiang Tan constantly.

But Jiang Tan seemed… way too calm about it?

As expected of Immortal Jiang. What incredible self-control.

Qin Zhihan watched Jiang Tan toil day and night to uncover the truth about what had happened to him.

At last, he couldn’t take it anymore. He lifted Jiang Tan up and tossed him onto the bed.

Wait, why are you blushing? I was telling you to go to sleep…

Later, Qin Zhihan took a sword blow for Jiang Tan.

He thought, Goodbye, Jiang Tan. Your little puppet can’t be fixed now. We’re even.

After getting a new body, Qin Zhihan promptly stole himself back, stroking that pale, handsome face, feeling terribly sorry for it.

What kind of clothes are these? They look like Jiang Tan’s. Change them.

When Jiang Tan stormed in, Qin Zhihan was happily playing with himself like a dress-up doll.

Then Jiang Tan’s sword was at his throat. His eyes bloodshot, he asked, “What exactly happened between you and Qin Zhihan?”

Wait, what kind of story could I have with myself?!

Isn’t everything between me and you?

…

Mini-scene one

Jiang Tan lifted the puppet’s chin and looked into the pale face of his old friend. Suddenly feeling playful, he said, “Call me Master.”

The puppet’s dark eyes turned toward him. Seeming not to understand what Jiang Tan meant, he said hoarsely, “Master.”

Hearing those two words, Jiang Tan suddenly looked lost and heartbroken.

Qin Zhihan was always so proud. You really aren’t him. Was it all just wishful thinking after all…?

Qin Zhihan, who had decided to go along with it, was completely baffled. What happened? How did I stop being myself…?

Mini-scene two

Jiang Tan burst through the door and saw the man with his white hair loose, lying in Qin Zhihan’s disheveled arms.

The person dearest to his heart was being treated with such contempt.

Jiang Tan’s eyes reddened, his fingers trembling so badly he could barely hold his sword. Qin Zhihan, what kind of person have you fallen for…

Theme: Love can overcome any obstacle