Chapter 274: The Regent King’s Spoiled Little Eunuch (1)

Chapter 274: The Regent King's Spoiled Little Eunuch (1)

After leaving the previous world, Song Chuyi hurried straight to the new world.

The main system had completely drained the energy from the last world, and to keep Xiaotong running, he had to quickly come to this world to collect energy.

The moment he opened his eyes, he felt a chill.

He looked around and saw that he was wearing a thin robe, so flimsy it felt like it could rip at the slightest tug.

Snow surrounded him, and the cold crept up from his feet.

Song Chuyi got up from the ground, feeling a sharp pain in his ankle.

He looked down and found that his left ankle was badly swollen.

Fortunately, it wasn't fractured.

The area was filled with buildings with an ancient aesthetic, indicating he had arrived in an ancient era, though he wasn't sure how advanced medicine was here.

Song Chuyi thought for a moment, then prodded the little white bun in his mind.

"Xiaotong, send me the background story of this world."

Xiaotong's voice, tinged with guilt, echoed in his mind: "Host, I... I messed up the transmission."

Song Chuyi: "?"

He almost thought he had misheard.

"What do you mean by 'messed up the transmission'?"

Xiaotong: "Wahhh, host, I'm so sorry! I was trying to save some data, so I didn't set the transmission target."

"As a result, it got sent to the antagonist instead, wahhh."

Song Chuyi: "..."

"So the antagonist has the story now, and I'm left in the dark?"

Xiaotong: "Wahhh, yes, host. There's not enough energy left to get the background story."

Song Chuyi was silent for two seconds, "Not even half of it?"

Xiaotong: "No."

Song Chuyi: "One-third?"

Xiaotong: "No, wahhh. All I know is the antagonist's name, Ying Chengbei, and that he's the Regent King."

Song Chuyi nodded helplessly, "Well, at least it's something to go on."

Fortunately, he had some memories of the host body, or this would've been a nightmare of a start.

The host body was a young eunuch who'd entered the palace as a child and had always been by the little emperor's side, serving him.

The little emperor had always seen the host body as a trusted confidant.

Unfortunately, the Regent King now controlled the government, and the little emperor was powerless, with hardly anyone he could trust.

As the little emperor's confidant, the eunuch was naturally entrusted with important tasks.

Just an hour ago, the original body was assigned by the little emperor to go to the Tai'an Mansion to invite the regent to participate in the winter hunt three days later.

Every year, the little emperor invited Ying Chengan to the winter hunt, but he always declined.

This year, although it was the same, the little emperor still sent the original body to invite him for some unknown reason.

The original body accepted the order and hurried to the Tai'an Mansion.

However, the journey was long, the original body had no martial skills, and had not eaten for a day. After walking for an hour, he accidentally fell and died on the spot.

After sorting through the original body's memories, Song Chuyi couldn't help but sigh at how tragic the original body's life had been.

Even as the little emperor's confidant, he still went hungry.

With the national treasury empty and the little emperor powerless, daily necessities like food and clothing were strictly rationed and tightly controlled.

Song Chuyi glanced at the darkening sky, likely around seven or eight in the evening.

He had no choice but to head to the Tai'an Mansion.

Following the original body's memories, Song Chuyi endured the pain and hurried towards the Tai'an Mansion.

Meanwhile, in the study of the Tai'an Mansion.

Ying Chengan, in the middle of discussing border affairs with his subordinates, suddenly paused.

He narrowed his eyes and set aside the hand warmer he had been holding.

"You may all leave."

The subordinates exchanged glances, unsure of what had happened, but seeing their master's grim expression, they quickly obeyed and left.

Once everyone had left, Ying Chengan began to sift through the sudden flood of memories that had been thrust into his mind.

It wasn’t so much memories as it was a record, almost like a storybook.

The storybook painted him as the great villain, the one who stood in the way of his nephew’s quest to unify the empire.

The record began with the death of the little emperor’s most favored eunuch.

The eunuch died outside the Tai'an Mansion, and the little emperor used this as an excuse to launch a thorough investigation, plunging the mansion into chaos.

In the storybook, the little emperor endured twelve years of hardship before finally stripping the regent of his title and reducing him to a commoner.

Ying Chengan couldn’t help but find this amusing.

Even in this fantastical tale, his foolish nephew proved utterly inept, merely demoting him to a commoner.

It was downright laughable.

After being stripped of his title, he refused to accept it, allied with old factions, and incited a rebellion that plunged the land into chaos and suffering.

Ying Chengan raised an eyebrow, the absurdity of this 'storybook' growing with each line.

He had no desire for the throne; if he had, he would have taken it long ago when the previous emperor died.

Why wait for the little emperor to grow up and spread his wings?

Ying Chengan wanted to read more, but the storybook seemed incomplete, ending abruptly with the major cities engulfed in flames and turned into a sea of blood.

The final victor wasn’t even decided.

Ying Chengan's eyes gleamed slightly. Although the content of the storybook was bizarre, its sudden appearance in his mind was even more bizarre than the story itself.

It seemed to be foretelling the future landscape.

To verify it was simple.

Ying Chengan lightly tapped his fingers on the desk and summoned someone.

"Go check if the little emperor’s favorite eunuch is outside."

He paused for a moment.

"Bring him here, dead or alive."

The subordinate obeyed and swiftly left the study.

Ying Chengan held the warm stove, with a charcoal fire in the corner and a cracked window for air.

Time ticked by, and Ying Chengan lowered his eyes, lost in thought.

"Master, the person is here."

The subordinate’s voice rang out.

Ying Chengan looked up.

The eunuch had red lips and white teeth, making him quite handsome.

His eunuch robe was stained, and he looked uncomfortable, his body slightly hunched.

Though a bit disheveled, he was clearly alive.

A spark of interest flashed in Ying Chengan's eyes. He waved the subordinate away and turned to the eunuch.

"What’s your name?"

His voice was icy, laced with the arrogance and detachment of a superior.

Song Chuyi bowed his head and gave his name.

Ying Chengan’s brow twitched slightly, then he smirked and said, "My little nephew seems quite taken with you."

What eunuch gets to keep his name outside the palace?

The fact that this eunuch so calmly gave his name as "Song Chuyi" showed just how much the little emperor doted on him.

"Xiao Chu."

Ying Chengan grew intrigued, resting his chin on one hand, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"What’s the little emperor sent you here for?"

Song Chuyi quickly answered, "The emperor sent me to invite you to the winter hunt in three days."

Ying Chengan already knew why the eunuch had come; he was just teasing him.

"Oh?" He raised a brow, "Do you want me to go?"

He stressed the word "you," making Song Chuyi across from him shiver.