Chapter 277: The Regent Prince’s Spoiled Eunuch (4)

Chapter 277: The Regent Prince's Spoiled Eunuch (4)

A stark red mark marred the pale skin, left by Ying Chengan's earlier pinch.

It hadn't faded; in fact, it had deepened to a brighter red.

Ying Chengan's gaze lingered on it, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on his lips.

"For a eunuch, your skin is surprisingly delicate."

"It seems the little emperor has been treating you well."

Song Chuyi let out a soft snort, "Why can't it just be my natural complexion?"

He removed his upper garment, exposing his delicate, smooth shoulders.

His waist was so slender, it could be encircled with a single hand.

Ying Chengan's eyes darkened subtly. Had the eunuch always been this captivating?

According to the storybook, this eunuch should have been dead by now.

Yet here he was, alive and so alluring, making one suspect he might be some kind of supernatural being.

Rumors spoke of fox spirits possessing people to seduce them. Could this eunuch be one?

Ying Chengan mused silently, watching as the eunuch changed clothes right before his eyes.

Not a trace of embarrassment.

Ying Chengan closed his eyes, his breathing growing slightly heavier.

Midway through changing, Song Chuyi noticed Ying Chengan had closed his eyes and smirked.

"How naive."

He quickly finished changing and tapped Ying Chengan's knee with his finger.

"My lord, I'm done changing."

Ying Chengan opened his eyes lazily, as if rousing from a light doze.

He gave the eunuch a once-over, "Not bad."

The servant's robes looked far better on the eunuch than his usual attire.

As they spoke, the carriage pulled up outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Ying Chengan was off to the morning court, and the eunuch had to return to the little emperor.

Song Chuyi was the first to step out of the carriage, straightening his clothes before hurrying into the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Ying Chengan lifted the curtain, his gaze trailing Song Chuyi's retreating figure, his eyes glinting.

"My lord, should we..."

A subordinate made a gesture of snatching someone.

Ying Chengan glanced at him indifferently, "Don't be ridiculous."

That is someone under the little emperor's protection; how could he casually take someone from the little emperor?

Wouldn't that just confirm the rumors of his ambition for the throne?

Moreover, what he desires is the eunuch's willing service, not to be taken by force.

Ying Chengan alighted from the carriage and strode gracefully towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The other ministers were already assembled, and the little emperor sat on the throne, gazing down upon the assembled ministers.

With Ying Chengan's arrival, the morning court officially began.

The daily morning court was invariably monotonous and wearisome, with the ministers rehashing the same issues repeatedly.

Ying Chengan listened casually, his gaze inadvertently settling on the eunuch standing beside the little emperor.

The ministers, not daring to look up at the little emperor, naturally did not notice that the eunuch was wearing the servant uniform of Tai'an Mansion.

A covert thrill surged within Ying Chengan, and his eyes gleamed with a subtle delight.

"Uncle, what is your strategy regarding this matter?"

The little emperor's voice brought Ying Chengan back to his thoughts.

He stated his opinion with a detached air, his gaze sweeping past the eunuch.

Beside the throne, Song Chuyi fidgeted uncomfortably, tugging at his attire.

Although the clothes were thick, the conspicuous "Tai'an" emblem on his chest was unmistakable, and the little emperor was not blind; he would surely notice.

Once the court adjourned, the little emperor was bound to question him.

How on earth was he to explain this?

Song Chuyi wracked his brains for an explanation; he couldn't very well admit that Ying Chengan had torn his clothes, could he?

While he was deep in thought, the morning court came to a close.

The little emperor dismissed the ministers, rose, and turned his gaze to Song Chuyi.

"Xiao Chu, about your attire..."

The little emperor clearly recognized the servant uniform of Tai'an Mansion.

His expression darkened.

His own eunuch donned the livery of Tai'an Mansion; wasn't this Ying Chengan slapping him in the face?

Song Chuyi cleared his throat and offered an explanation, "Today, when I went to pay my respects, I accidentally fell and got my clothes dirty."

"His Highness the Regent graciously provided me with a new set."

The little emperor's stern expression softened slightly.

But he still had some doubts, "Why would Uncle make you go to pay respects so early?"

Song Chuyi blinked lightly, "Perhaps he just wanted to give me a hard time?"

The little emperor shook his head, feeling that it wasn't quite like that.

But he couldn't quite figure it out, so he temporarily suppressed his doubts.

"Is everything ready for the winter hunt in two days?"

Song Chuyi, recalling the memories of his host body, replied, "Everything is ready."

Reassured, the little emperor got up to handle the memorials.

The day passed quickly, and the little emperor's schedule was quite monotonous.

Apart from dealing with memorials, there was nothing else to do, not even a bit of time to play.

He wondered how the ministers had so many things to report.

He secretly glanced and found that one minister had even reported the birth of a calf from his steward's nephew's cow.

Hmm... no wonder there were so many reports.

After dinner, the little emperor went to read, and Song Chuyi was again taken by the guards to Tai'an Mansion, under the guise of 'paying respects.'

As soon as he entered Tai'an Mansion's study, Song Chuyi heard Ying Chengan's question.

"Did the little emperor give you any trouble today?"

Song Chuyi shook his head, "No, the emperor didn't give me any trouble."

Ying Chengan held a hand warmer in his hands, and the soft crackle of burning charcoal beside him added a touch of warmth to the room.

Song Chuyi felt his hands and feet, frozen from the cold outside, slowly warming up.

He lifted his head slightly to look at Ying Chengan.

Ying Chengan lounged in the armchair, casually watching him.

Perhaps amused, Ying Chengan's lips twitched slightly.

"Oh? He saw the 'Tai'an' on your clothes and didn't cause you any trouble?"

Song Chuyi was about to say 'really not,' but then he heard Ying Chengan say:

"Strip off your clothes."

Song Chuyi: ???

"What?" He almost thought he had misheard, asking in bewilderment.

Ying Chengan, uncharacteristically patient, repeated.

"Strip off your clothes."

This time, Song Chuyi was certain he hadn't misheard.

Ying Chengan actually wanted him to strip off his clothes!

He didn't quite get Ying Chengan's logic and froze for a moment.

Seeing the eunuch unmoving, Ying Chengan's face suddenly darkened.

"What? Has the little emperor had his way with you?"

Song Chuyi: ...

Very well, he understood now.

Song Chuyi didn’t speak, only raised his hand to untie his sash.

The robe fell to the ground, a burst of white that nearly blinded Ying Chengan.

Ying Chengan’s lashes fluttered as his gaze swept over the fair skin.

His expression only softened slightly after confirming there were no marks.

"Come here."

Song Chuyi bent down, wanting to pick up the clothes on the ground and put them on.

"No need to get dressed, just come as you are."

Ying Chengan’s voice commanded again.

Song Chuyi looked up at him, noticing the lingering ferocity between his brows, and a flicker of doubt crossed his mind.

Was this still not enough?

He was already stripped down to his undergarments!

Under Ying Chengan’s gaze, Song Chuyi walked over slowly.

As he approached, Ying Chengan seized the eunuch’s slender waist with one hand and yanked down his undergarments with the other.

Song Chuyi exclaimed, "!!!"

"You pervert!"