Chapter 279: The Little Eunuch of the Regent King Spoiled by Favoritism (6)

Chapter 279: The Little Eunuch of the Regent King Spoiled by Favoritism (6)

Song Chuyi was momentarily taken aback and touched his well-bandaged wound.

"Did you let the little emperor shoot me on purpose?"

Ying Chengan paused briefly, then raised his hand and lightly tapped the little eunuch's head.

"Do you really think I'm that bad?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his large hand pressing against the little eunuch's forehead.

He rubbed the pale skin until it turned red, then withdrew his hand with satisfaction.

"It was the little emperor who was too eager to prove himself and mistook the rustling for prey."

Ying Chengan rested his chin on one hand, "Besides, you moved just like a deer."

Song Chuyi straightened his clothes, "Then you said I should be disappointed in the emperor."

"The emperor is quite the brave one."

Ying Chengan almost chuckled in exasperation.

"Brave?"

"You call that bravery? Shooting without even seeing the prey clearly?"

"If you hadn't moved fast, that arrow would've pierced your heart."

Ying Chengan tugged at the corner of the little eunuch's mouth.

"And you still aren't disappointed in him?"

"If it weren't for you, someone else might've died today."

"Do you still think he's so brave?"

Honestly, after hearing Ying Chengan's words, Song Chuyi really felt that the little emperor was at fault.

His expression softened a bit, and this was noticed by Ying Chengan.

"Even now, do you still want to follow him, hmm?"

Song Chuyi blinked lightly and retorted, "If I don't follow the emperor, who else is there for me?"

"I'm a eunuch—I can't marry or have kids outside the palace."

After all, I don't have the... necessary parts.

"And I'm naturally gay, so I wouldn't want to ruin some poor girl's life."

"At least by staying with the emperor, I can have food, shelter, and a bit of dignity."

He clasped his hands, his expression turning serious.

"At least outwardly, no one dares to mess with me."

Ying Chengan narrowed his eyes, "Who has been bullying you?"

Among all the words, this was the only sentence he caught.

Song Chuyi coughed lightly, "Not right now, but if I leave the little emperor, there might be."

Hearing this, Ying Chengan's expression softened a bit.

"Have you heard the saying, 'A wise bird chooses the best tree to perch on'?"

"By leaving the little emperor, you can naturally find a better place."

Ying Chengan might as well have written "come to me" on his face.

But the little eunuch played dumb, making Ying Chengan grit his teeth.

"Is the little emperor really that good, huh?"

Song Chuyi didn't think the little emperor was that great; he just hadn't received the backstory and didn't know if there were any unusual movements around him.

What if this world had weird stuff again, like a time-traveling woman popping up next to the little emperor?

If he followed Ying Chengan every day, what if he missed a key plot point?

Seeing the little eunuch hesitate, Ying Chengan felt a bit satisfied.

It seemed this greedy little eunuch wanted to have his cake and eat it too.

Well, a greedy little guy always needs some time to waver.

He would show him who the better tree would be.

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After the winter hunt ended, Song Chuyi returned to the little emperor's side.

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the little emperor looked at the little eunuch, his mind constantly replaying the scene of Ying Chengan picking him up.

He thought for a moment, "Xiao Chu, would you be willing to go to Tai'an Mansion?"

Song Chuyi looked up, surprised, "Your Majesty, what do you mean?"

"Go to Tai'an Mansion to serve my uncle," the little emperor stressed, "and bring back some intel when needed."

Song Chuyi suddenly understood; it seemed the little emperor wanted him to act as a spy.

Indeed, the little emperor had long been suffering under the regent.

Ninety percent of the court was on Ying Chengan's side.

The little emperor wanted to rule the world but was tied down and couldn't act freely.

Before Song Chuyi could respond, the little emperor had already sent him to Tai'an Mansion.

At the gate of Tai'an Mansion, the steward personally greeted him.

"The master has been waiting for you for quite some time."

The steward escorted him to Ying Chengan's study.

In the study, Ying Chengan and several subordinates discussed border security issues.

Upon hearing footsteps, he dismissed his subordinates.

Song Chuyi stood at the door, watching the burly generals file out of the study.

They still exuded a murderous aura, as if they had just returned from the battlefield.

"Aren't you coming in?"

Ying Chengan's voice, slightly cold, echoed in Song Chuyi's ears.

Song Chuyi snapped out of his thoughts, stepped in, and casually shut the study door behind him.

Ying Chengan regarded him with a half-smile, "Are you disappointed with the little emperor this time?"

Song Chuyi quickly walked over, propped one hand on the table, and smiled as he spoke.

"Not at all, I actually think the emperor has become even more impressive."

"He noticed how much you care for me, so he sent me here to spy on you."

Song Chuyi didn't believe that Ying Chengan was unaware the emperor had sent him as a spy.

Rather than waiting for Ying Chengan to lose his temper, it was better to confess himself.

Upon hearing this, Ying Chengan showed no surprise, as if he had already been aware of it.

He gestured to the little eunuch, "Come here."

Song Chuyi obediently approached, and as soon as he got close, Ying Chengan grabbed his arm.

Ying Chengan's palm was large and calloused, and with a slight squeeze, it felt like he might crush Song Chuyi's arm.

"Gently," he whispered, "it hurts."

Ying Chengan loosened his grip slightly, his tone tinged with displeasure.

"So delicate, how will you manage in the future?"

He harbored some unspeakable, dirty thoughts, which prompted this murmur.

"The little emperor sent you to spy on me, but what about you?"

He pulled the person and embraced him in his arms.

"Have you considered bringing him good news?"

Just as Song Chuyi was about to answer, he heard Ying Chengan say:

"I have no desire for the throne."

"It's just that, for now, the little emperor is far from capable of managing the overall situation, so I am acting as regent."

"If you want to pass messages to him, it's not impossible."

Ying Chengan's smile deepened, "But this message will cost you."

As expected, Song Chuyi asked, "What price?"

Ying Chengan tapped Song Chuyi between the eyebrows, "You need to comprehend it on your own."

"Once you understand, the message will automatically come to you."

"Got it?"

Song Chuyi: ???

Typical of an ancient person, always talking in circles!

Can't he just cut to the chase!

Song Chuyi fiercely complained in his heart, then slowly responded, "Oh."

He just won't get it, let him stew.

But since Ying Chengan has no intention of seizing the throne, then in the story's background, he probably didn't, right?

After all, he hadn't had the chance to do anything, and Ying Chengan wouldn't change his attitude just because of his greetings these past few days.

This just goes to show that Ying Chengan really has no plans to take the throne.

Then how did he end up as the great villain who destroyed the world?

At this point, Song Chuyi didn't realize that the little eunuch's survival was already a miracle to Ying Chengan.

Fate had already taken a turn the moment he opened his eyes on the snowy ground.

In the study, seeing the little eunuch still unresponsive, Ying Chengan pinched his cheek again.

After all this time by the little emperor's side, he still can't read his mind.

What a dunce.