[H] Who Says the Eunuch Can't Attack - Chapter 3

Following Wan Zhen’er’s accidental death, the common people celebrated jubilantly. Taking advantage of the Emperor’s delirious illness, the Cabinet ministers did not hesitate to demote Wan Zhen’er’s brothers on various charges, and no one paid attention to the newborn boy whose whereabouts remained unclear. Wang Zhi tactfully mentioned the child to Yang Qing once, hoping that Yang Qing would quickly eliminate the infant. However, after hearing Yang Qing’s plan, Wang Zhi fell silent and days later sent a forty-year-old wet nurse to help Yang Qing raise his adopted son.

Only four or five days after Wan Zhen’er’s son was born, the precious testicles had already descended into the scrotum. The wet nurse used specially made cotton thread to tightly bind the scrotum from the base, and amidst the infant’s intense cries, the precious testicles turned from red to purple-red and eventually necrotized. After removing the shriveled scrotum, the wet nurse returned to Wang Zhi to report, while Yang Qing, holding the now-castrated infant, stepped into his mansion, instructing his servants to take good care of his adopted son.

The Emperor, having been delirious for several days, vomited blood upon hearing of Wan Zhen’er’s death and collapsed completely. Just as the Cabinet ministers were about to discuss with Yang Qing about finding a royal family member to adopt as the Emperor’s successor, Yang Qing led the ministers to the residence where the Crown Prince had been secluded, bringing the long-hidden Crown Prince into the public eye. Without waiting for the Emperor to recover his senses, Yang Qing quickly persuaded him to appoint the Crown Prince, bringing him into the imperial court for an early start on his imperial education, hoping that the Crown Prince would prove more competent and not end up a waste like his father.

After sorting out these trivial matters, Yang Qing finally had time to return to the East Factory. He strode into the courtyard specially prepared for Shen Zi’an’s recovery, only to be met with Shen Zi’an glaring at him with red eyes. Despite this, Yang Qing gently asked, “How are your wounds, young master? The situation has come to this; it would be best for you to see things more openly. Wan Zhen’er couldn’t bear others mocking her infertility, and now she has received divine punishment; it’s quite the act of heavenly justice. Moreover, young master, you are now in the same state as a servant, there’s no need to look down on others anymore.”

Shen Zi’an bit his lip, tears falling as he trembled, nearly unable to stand. Yang Qing quickly stepped forward, embracing Shen Zi’an to support him back to the room. He carefully removed Shen Zi’an’s clothes, inspected his lower body—now only featuring tender scars—and reassured himself before looking at Shen Zi’an with nefarious intentions, proposing a deal.

“I can offer you another choice, young master, but you must provide compensation that satisfies me.”

Shen Zi’an, feeling dead inside, responded without any reaction.

“What if, I say, you can return home, continue being a scholar?”

Shen Zi’an looked at Yang Qing incredulously, trembling as he asked, “But, but I! I’ve already…”

“As long as you are willing, no one needs to know the punishment you’ve undergone, but are you willing to pay the price?”

“What? What price?”

Yang Qing grasped Shen Zi’an’s chin, his eyes full of desire as he gently uttered, “You.”

Shen Zi’an didn’t quite understand.

Yang Qing smiled, saying, “I like beautiful children, and you are beautiful enough. If you stay with me, not only can you continue as the fourth young master of the Shen family, but you can also rise smoothly through the ranks.”

Shen Zi’an tearfully turned away, unwilling to agree.

Yang Qing smiled again and added, “Then I have no choice but to reluctantly remove your civilian status, marrying you into the palace to become the lowest of eunuchs, serving the newly appointed scholars after the next imperial examination.”

Shen Zi’an was even less willing, his eyes shut as he tearfully said, “I, I don’t want to be an eunuch…”

Yang Qing leaned down and kissed Shen Zi’an’s lips, “I don’t wish that either. Being an eunuch isn’t just simple work; it involves serving all the supervising eunuchs and some excessively debauched officials. Shen Zi’an, you’re so beautiful, if you became an eunuch, who knows how many would play with you? It would be better to stay with me. I would cherish you.”

With tears falling, Shen Zi’an remained silent.

Yang Qing, without restraint, stripped Shen Zi’an of his last garments and pressed him down on the bed, placing a bolster under his hips to comfort him. He then undressed, parted Shen Zi’an’s lips, and played with his tongue, observing the young man’s flushed face. He kissed down Shen Zi’an’s collarbone and nipples until Shen Zi’an’s restrained member stood erect against his stomach. Yang Qing roughly prepared him for a moment with his fingers, then guided his own erect flesh to break through Shen Zi’an’s final resistance.

Shen Zi’an, eyes wide, asked in disbelief, “You, you’re a eunuch, aren’t you?”

“What of it, my darling Shen Zi’an? Call me husband. Even though I am a eunuch, I can still love you well.”