Chapter 282: The Regent’s Favorite Eunuch Spoiled by Favor (Part 9)

Chapter 282: The Regent's Favorite Eunuch Spoiled by Favor (Part 9)

Song Chuyi deeply reflected on himself.

He had indeed neglected the antagonist these past few days.

Or to be more precise, since coming to this world, he had been so happy chatting with other people that he momentarily neglected the antagonist.

Unexpectedly, the antagonist had noticed!

He let out a soft cough, feeling slightly guilty.

"My lord, it's my fault."

He bowed his head in apology, tugging at Ying Chengan's sleeve in a pleading manner.

"My lord, don't be angry, please."

"The people in the eastern courtyard can't handle your antics."

"The hens in the backyard haven't laid eggs for two days straight, and Xiao Qian is really anxious."

Ying Chengan couldn't help but laugh.

"So, in the end, you still care about the people in the eastern courtyard?"

He couldn't resist pinching the eunuch's cheek, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

After pinching the fair cheek until it turned red, he continued:

"I’ve given you everything, why can’t you understand, hmm?"

Song Chuyi grabbed Ying Cheng’an’s wrist, lowered his head, and lightly kissed the tip of his index finger.

"Sir, did it hurt when you pinched?"

"A kiss will make it better."

He spoke as if soothing a child, gentle and affectionate.

Ying Cheng’an’s eyes narrowed, instantly turning dangerous.

"Did you soothe the young emperor like this too?"

Song Chuyi shook his head hastily, "No, no, absolutely not!"

He raised three fingers, "I swear."

"If I ever soothed the Emperor like this, may I lose my—"

Ying Cheng’an lightly raised an eyebrow, "Aren’t you already without?"

Song Chuyi’s ears turned red, "That... that..."

His eyes darted around, "Then... then Sir won’t have any either!"

With a "slap," the young eunuch’s buttocks were struck hard by Ying Cheng’an.

The flesh quivered slightly.

"What nonsense?"

Ying Cheng'an slapped him again.

Song Chuyi quickly covered his buttocks, "I was wrong, I was wrong, Sir, I was wrong."

"Will you still make rash vows?" Ying Cheng'an pressed his large hand on Song Chuyi's hand.

Hard fingers inserted into the soft bones of the young eunuch's fingers, pressing against his buttocks.

Even through the clothes, some of the flesh still squeezed out between the fingers.

Song Chuyi paid no attention to what was behind him, shaking his head vigorously.

"I won't make rash vows anymore, absolutely not!"

The antagonist really has a heavy hand.

He felt his buttocks were swollen.

"Sir, I absolutely did not deceive the little emperor."

He lowered his head and rubbed against Ying Cheng'an's chest.

"Sir, you must believe me."

Ying Cheng'an responded absentmindedly with a "Mm."

He actually believed what the young eunuch said.

The young eunuch cannot lie; if he does, it shows in his eyes.

Though Song Chuyi believed him, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t punish the young eunuch.

How could he not punish such reckless swearing?

Ying Cheng'an pressed the boy down on the desk.

"Shall we make it ten slaps this time?"

Song Chuyi turned his head to look at Ying Cheng'an and asked timidly, "Do the two slaps from earlier count?"

A smile played at the corner of Ying Cheng'an's lips, "What do you think?"

Song Chuyi lifted his chin, "Of course they count!"

Ying Cheng'an didn’t press the matter further, "Fine, they count, but I can't hit through your pants."

He pulled down the young eunuch’s undergarments and delivered a slap.

"It should be done like this."

Song Chuyi: ...

Ugh, how hateful!

Soon, intermittent sobs echoed through the study.

After the punishment, Song Chuyi lay sprawled on the desk, not wanting to move an inch.

Ying Chengan was extremely ruthless. He was now certain that it was definitely swollen!

Ying Chengan looked amusedly at the young eunuch who was lying face down on the desk, not moving. "Do you realize what you did wrong?"

"Mmm," Song Chuyi buried his head, letting out a soft whimper.

Ying Chengan slightly shook his head.

The young eunuch's skin was delicate and tender; it was already red and swollen after only ten slaps.

If I'd used the rod, it would be ruined by now.

Ying Chengan's expression darkened slightly as he took out an ointment, placing a bit on his fingertip.

Song Chuyi felt a cool sensation spread, and the pain immediately subsided a lot.

He looked up at Ying Chengan.

His eyes were red and wet with tears. "What's this for?"

"Ointment." Ying Chengan scooped a bit more out, rubbing it between his palms before applying it.

A cool sensation spread, accompanied by a faint warmth.

Song Chuyi's ears grew even redder as he buried his head on the desk, saying nothing.

His trembling body revealed his unease.

Ying Chengan gave a soft chuckle, as if he saw right through him.

He didn’t say anything but looked clearly pleased.

Once he finished applying the ointment, Ying Chengan put it away.

"Three times a day."

"Make sure to come find me."

Song Chuyi couldn't help but look at him again, muttering, "Can you just give me the ointment?"

"Give it to you?" Ying Chengan's eyes narrowed slightly. "Who are you going to let apply the ointment?"

"Xiao Qian, Xiao Li, or Xiao Zhao?"

Song Chuyi: "I'll do it myself."

Ying Chengan raised an eyebrow slightly. "You think so?"

Song Chuyi tried to pull away, but Ying Chengan grabbed his wrist and pressed him onto the desk.

"Is it such a burden for this prince to apply ointment for you, hmm?" The dangerous aura surged towards the young eunuch.

The young eunuch blinked, saying softly, "I'm just afraid of delaying the master."

"No delay." Ying Chengan let go of his wrist. "Since I caused the injury, it's only right that I apply the ointment."

He helped him put on his pants, "For the next few days, you can't eat spicy food, understand?"

Seeing the little eunuch obediently agree, he let him stand up.

Considering that the little eunuch was swollen, he didn't help him sit down by holding him. Instead, he picked up two memorials and unfolded them in front of him.

"Listen carefully," he said.

He pointed to the memorial on the left, "This is a memorial from the Left Prime Minister pleading for his son."

Then he pointed to the memorial on the right, "This is a report from a low-ranking official in the Ministry of Personnel about the Left Prime Minister's son killing someone in broad daylight."

"He is upright, honest, loyal, and skilled in martial arts—a talent that can be utilized."

"But he has a fiery temperament. If you wish to recruit him, you must humor his temperament."

"The Left Prime Minister's son recklessly committed murder. We can use this incident to weaken the Left Prime Minister's power and help him rise to power."

After finishing, he tapped the table and looked at the little eunuch who seemed to be lost in thought, chuckling softly, "Understand?"

Song Chuyi came back to his senses, somewhat puzzled.

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"You know I'm a spy."

Ying Chengan pinched the little eunuch's cheek, "So what?"

"Because I've told you, you can freely inform the little emperor."

"If I'm not scared, why should you be?"

His direct gaze was unflinching.

"Are you worried about me?"

Song Chuyi softly responded with a "Yes."

"If the emperor fully consolidates his power, the first person he'll want to eliminate would probably be me."

Ying Chengan chuckled, "This empire is ultimately the little emperor's empire."

"If that day really comes, I have ways to retreat unscathed."

But his eyes darkened, long lashes casting a shallow shadow in his eye sockets.

"On that day, will you choose to leave with me?"