Chapter 284: The Regent’s Spoiled Little Eunuch (11)

Chapter 284: The Regent's Spoiled Little Eunuch (11)

Ying Chengan was taken aback for a moment, then furrowed his brow.

"Has someone been picking on you?"

The little eunuch was acting a bit strange today.

He wouldn’t normally just throw himself into his arms like this.

The little eunuch’s rare initiative didn’t make Ying Chengan happy.

His face darkened instead.

Seeing that the little eunuch remained silent for a long time, Ying Chengan forcefully raised his chin, forcing him to look at him.

"Who’s been picking on you?"

Song Chuyi blinked lightly, his beautiful eyes reflecting Ying Chengan’s image.

"No one’s been picking on me."

He explained.

"It’s really cold outside, your arms are much warmer."

He grabbed the warm stove from Ying Chengan’s hands.

"Your side is so warm."

He sat on his lap, making it easier for Ying Chengan to hug him.

His butt was completely healed, the kind of healed where a couple more spanks wouldn’t hurt much.

So right now, he was being quite bold, at worst, it would just be a couple more spanks from Ying Chengan.

Ying Chengan wrapped him in his arms and summoned his undercover guards.

Two undercover guards suddenly appeared in the study.

Ying Chengan grabbed Song Chuyi’s wrist with one hand and said coolly, "What happened in the Hall of Mental Cultivation just now?"

Song Chuyi was then forced to watch a performance.

It was a real performance!

The two undercover guards, one played the little emperor, and the other played himself.

Although both undercover guards had their faces covered, their expressions couldn’t be seen, but their movements, and what they said, were exactly the same as when he had discussed intelligence with the little emperor in the Hall of Mental Cultivation just moments ago!

Not even a single punctuation mark had changed.

Song Chuyi’s heart raced in shock, and suddenly, he began to understand a little of the little emperor's suspicions.

Ying Chengan's influence was so great that even the Hall of Mental Cultivation could be infiltrated, which showed just how terrifying this man was.

After the performance, the two undercover guards disappeared in an instant.

Song Chuyi: ...

Ying Chengan lowered his head, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Don't you like what the young emperor said?"

He fiddled with the little eunuch's fingers.

"How about we poison him and silence him?"

Song Chuyi snapped back to his senses and blurted out, "No!"

"How can he rule the world if he's silenced?"

A faint smile lingered on Ying Chengan's lips. "Hands are enough for the job."

Song Chuyi's mouth twitched. Why not say having a brain is enough?

"No," he emphasized, shaking his head. "I don't dislike the emperor's words."

"It's normal for the emperor, given his position, to have those thoughts."

To keep the throne stable, the little emperor must be different from ordinary people.

With a half-smile, Ying Chengan lightly pressed the little eunuch's acupuncture point.

"You're very good at making excuses for that little emperor."

"If he keeps that attitude, he'll struggle to secure his throne."

Song Chuyi cleared his throat. "The emperor is still young."

Ying Chengan narrowed his eyes. "You've given me an idea."

"I think it's time the emperor chooses his consorts."

"When spring comes, we'll arrange it, alright?"

Song Chuyi had no particular thoughts on the emperor's marriage, as those matters should be left to the ministers.

"You guys decide."

Ying Chengan was satisfied only when he saw the little eunuch wasn't concerned.

But in his heart, he was still thinking about quickly arranging consorts for the little emperor.

Firstly, it would give the little emperor allies he could rely on through the selection.

Secondly, it would use up the emperor's energy, so he wouldn't meet with his little eunuch at night.

At night, he should be spending the night with his consorts.

On New Year's Eve noon, Ying Chengan took Song Chuyi out.

The streets were bustling, with various vendors enthusiastically shouting out their goods.

Song Chuyi had never been to such a lively market and immediately pulled Ying Chengan along to buy various things.

Ying Chengan didn't want to cause a scene, so he wore a mask.

But the little eunuch was in a different situation.

He grew up in the palace since he was young, so most people outside don't recognize him. Naturally, they don't know he is the popular young eunuch by the side of the Emperor, and now he's in favor with the regent.

Since everyone was unaware, Song Chuyi didn't bother wearing a mask.

He was still young and extremely good-looking. When he smiled, others couldn't help but smile as well, which made him very popular among the vendors.

Some vendors selling small trinkets even wanted to give him their goods for free.

Song Chuyi, of course, didn't want to see them lose money in that way, so he paid for everything he took.

Ying Chengan found a restaurant and ordered a few dishes.

The seat Ying Chengan chose was excellent. Sitting by the window on the second floor, they could see the bustling crowds below.

While waiting for the food, Song Chuyi took out the things he had bought and began to inventory them.

Ying Chengan looked at the busy young eunuch with a faint smile.

"You don't need to pay them money."

"But I took things, so I should pay for them."

Ying Chengan pinched his cheek. "Idiot."

"The trinkets they give you aren't worth much money, but if you wear them, it can attract more customers to their stalls."

In any era, following the crowd is an inevitable phenomenon.

The young eunuch was so good-looking that once people found out what he wore or bought, others would surely follow suit and buy the same things.

It was an obvious outcome, yet the young eunuch seemed quite unaware of it and actually paid for everything.

With a wry smile, Ying Chengan said, "They are using you."

Upon hearing this, Song Chuyi looked even happier.

"That's even better. If people really follow me and buy what I do, then they can sell out early today and go home to their wives and children."

Ying Chengan was stunned.

"This was an angle he had never thought of."

A rare look of confusion appeared in his gaze.

"Being used, aren't you upset?"

Song Chuyi picked out a handmade string bracelet and put it on his left wrist, and spoke.

"No."

"They haven't harmed me."

"If they didn't harm me, how can it be considered exploitation?"

Song Chuyi stroked his chin and thought for a moment. "This should be called smart."

"They already know how to use the influence of celebrities."

Song Chuyi shook the red string on his own wrist.

"I'm just the lucky one chosen," he said.

A dazzling smile appeared, catching Ying Chengan's eye.

Ying Chengan's expression darkened.

It was merely an ordinary red string, not as fine as the ones he had seen before.

Yet, at this moment, it seemed unexpectedly enchanting on the eunuch's wrist.

Ying Chengan's Adam's apple slowly bobbed.

Disregarding the gazes of others, he took the eunuch into his arms.

Lowering his head, he kissed the middle of the eunuch's wrist where the red string encircled it.

Slowly moving down, his lips finally landed on the fingertip that was tinged with pink.

Gently holding it between his lips, he chuckled softly.

"A'Chu is right," he said.

Song Chuyi's face turned bright red because of Ying Chengan's actions.

His kisses were slow and gentle, yet they gave the eunuch the illusion of being consumed bit by bit.

It was just a kiss on the hand, after all.