Chapter 276: The Regent Prince’s Little Eunuch, Spoiled by Favor (3)

Chapter 276: The Regent Prince's Little Eunuch, Spoiled by Favor (3)

After all, the little emperor was still young by nature. After being comforted with a few words, he allowed Song Chuyi to go to Tai'an Mansion every day to pay his respects.

Not long after, the late-night snack was delivered to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The little emperor, having something on his mind, gave it a quick glance and then gave it all to Song Chuyi.

Since he hadn’t eaten all day, Song Chuyi didn’t hesitate and ate all the lotus seed porridge and mung bean cakes.

By midnight, the little emperor had retired for the night.

Since he wasn’t needed to attend to the little emperor at bedtime, Song Chuyi returned to his small room.

After getting familiar with the route from the Hall of Mental Cultivation to his small room, Song Chuyi went out again.

The palace was vast, and although he had the memories of his host body, some paths still needed to be walked to be remembered.

Perhaps because the little emperor lacked authority, there were very few guards in the palace.

Since the little emperor had just ascended the throne, he had not yet taken any consorts, so the harem was also empty.

In short, everywhere was empty.

The only place with any activity was probably the imperial kitchen.

Song Chuyi roamed around all night and returned to the little emperor’s quarters at dawn.

Two maids were helping the little emperor rise, and he stood at the door, waiting quietly.

Not long after, a guard carrying a sword walked up to him and bowed.

"The Regent Prince requests your presence to pay your respects."

Song Chuyi: ???

"Right now?" Song Chuyi blurted out.

The guard nodded expressionlessly, "Yes."

"But isn’t the morning court about to begin?" Song Chuyi asked.

The guard conveyed the Regent Prince's command, "His Highness said if you don’t go to pay your respects, he won’t attend the morning court."

Song Chuyi’s lips twitched, and after informing the little emperor, he followed the guard to Tai'an Mansion.

This time, Ying Chengan had prepared a carriage, and they arrived at Tai'an Mansion in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

There were far more people in Tai'an Mansion than in the entire palace.

Guards patrolled everywhere, and servants bustled about busily.

Song Chuyi was led all the way to the door of Ying Chengan's main bedroom.

The early morning air was still chilly, and Song Chuyi was only wearing a thin garment.

It was fine while in the carriage or walking, but now, standing quietly here, he felt the cold seeping into his bones.

He pulled his clothes tighter, his nose tip red from the cold.

The crackling sound of burning charcoal in the room instantly made it feel warm.

A guard announced his arrival.

After a brief wait, Ying Chengan's voice called from within.

"Come in."

His voice carried a lazy tone, as though he'd just woken up.

Song Chuyi entered and saw Ying Chengan reclining on the bed, propping his head up with one hand, his chest partially exposed, revealing a glimpse of his abs.

The most striking feature was the gruesome scar that stretched from above his left chest, across his heart, and down to just above his abs.

The scar was deep—so deep that just looking at it made it easy to imagine the agony Ying Chengan must have suffered.

And how close he'd come to death.

Song Chuyi was so mesmerized that he forgot to bow or greet him.

"Do you like what you see?"

Ying Chengan's voice snapped Song Chuyi out of his daze.

Song Chuyi looked away, his expression earnest.

"It does."

Ying Chengan let out a soft chuckle, though his tone was tinged with coldness.

"You're lying."

Song Chuyi stepped closer, his voice firm.

"It really does!"

"The scar is... impressive."

"It must feel amazing to touch!"

Ying Chengan was momentarily taken aback, clearly not expecting the little eunuch to have the audacity to flirt with him.

He crooked a finger at the little eunuch.

"Come here."

Song Chuyi's ears flushed red as he obediently stepped closer to the bed.

Ying Chengan grabbed the front of his robe and tore it open with a single, effortless tug.

"Has the little emperor ever... touched you?"

Song Chuyi shook his head vehemently. "No, never!"

The little emperor only saw the host body as an older brother—and besides, the host body was a eunuch. There's no way he could've done anything like that.

Ying Chengan seemed pleased with the little eunuch's response.

His rough fingertips brushed over the little eunuch's bare skin. The room was dimly lit, the warmth from the charcoal fire filling the space. Song Chuyi's heart raced, unsure whether to feel flustered or flattered.

Perhaps liking the feel, he even gave it a pinch.

The spot quickly reddened.

"You're quite sensitive."

Ying Chengan remarked lazily as he got up.

"Dress me."

Due to the scar on his chest, he usually avoided being attended to.

But today, he felt a spark of interest.

Having the little eunuch wait on him was surprisingly enjoyable.

The little eunuch was clumsy, fumbling with the clothes.

Seeing the little eunuch hold the clothes backwards yet again, Ying Chengan sighed in rare exasperation.

"Never mind."

He took the robe from the little eunuch and put it on himself.

Song Chuyi stood to the side, guiltily rubbing his nose.

These ancient clothes are so damn complicated!

Especially in winter, with all the layers, it's even worse.

Once dressed, Ying Chengan glanced at the little eunuch, his eyes darkening as he noticed the torn eunuch robe.

He ordered someone to fetch Tai'an Mansion servant clothes for the little eunuch.

Song Chuyi eyed the clothes with 'Tai'an' emblazoned on the front, his mouth twitching.

"Sir, I serve the Emperor. Wearing 'Tai'an' might be inappropriate."

If word gets out, wouldn't the little emperor think I've betrayed him?

Just yesterday, he'd sworn to the little emperor he wouldn't betray him.

"Too much?" Ying Chengan raised an eyebrow. "You were bold enough to flirt with me earlier, and now you're backing out?"

He tilted the little eunuch's chin up, forcing their eyes to meet.

"Who was it that wanted to sit on me just now?"

Song Chuyi's ears burned redder, the blush creeping toward his neck.

"I was just joking, sir. Please don't take it seriously."

"Oh? What if I decide to take it seriously?"

"Then can I just... nudge you a little?"

It's not like he'd lose anything!

Ying Chengan seemed amused by the little eunuch's reply, laughing heartily.

"You're quite the character."

He released the eunuch and swung his sleeve.

"I'm heading to the morning court. You’ll come with me to the palace."

Song Chuyi wanted to speak, but Ying Chengan firmly took hold of his arm and pulled him outside.

He still held onto the clothes given by Ying Chengan, and before he could even change, he was dragged onto the carriage.

The carriage was lined with thick woolen rugs, with a heater in the center radiating warmth.

After boarding the carriage, Ying Chengan released the eunuch's hand.

He settled into a comfortable position, resting his chin on one hand, and watched the eunuch with keen interest.

"If you don’t change now, we’ll be at the palace before you know it."

"If the little emperor sees you, he might get the wrong idea."

Song Chuyi's mouth twitched, "Sir, you mean for me to change here right now?"

Ying Chengan raised an eyebrow, "What else?"

Song Chuyi blinked, "You're going to watch me change like this?"

He placed the clothes he was holding on his lap, revealing a patch of skin on his chest.