A Eunuch's Adventures in the Imperial Harem (Author: Wind Howling - Completed) (Forwarded)

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Episode 1: Prologue

Li Xiaomin's greatest hobby in life is reading novels. He often rents a huge collection of
novels from rental bookstores and reads them all night long, sometimes even foregoing sleep.

This hobby became unstoppable after he discovered online literary websites.
Whenever he had free time, he would turn on his computer and read novels online until there were none left to read.

The novels he read online weren't world classics, of course, but
stories written by a group of amateur novelists. These stories were all very captivating, drawing Li Xiaomin in completely.

After reading novels online for so long, Li Xiaomin gradually learned that these novels included
many genres such as fantasy, martial arts, xianxia, and alternate history. A common characteristic was that they were very enjoyable to read. This
often made Li Xiaomin fantasize that if he were placed in another time and space, with his knowledge beyond his era
, he would surely become a great figure. And great men are always surrounded by beautiful
women, so he could have them on both sides and enjoy the bliss of having multiple wives…

Whenever he thought of this, a mysterious smile like the Mona Lisa would appear on Li Xiaomin's lips, and he
would yearn for the wonderful life in another world.

This Saturday and Sunday, Li Xiaomin stayed up late as usual reading novels. He had discovered several interesting
novels and became so engrossed that he forgot to sleep. During the day, he would only eat a piece of bread for his main meal, and he would stay up until
the sun rose on Monday. Only then would he drowsily reach for the mouse and turn off the computer.

But after two days and two nights without sleep, Li Xiaomin's hands were trembling. As he was shakily closing the novel
website page, he suddenly collapsed onto the computer desk and never moved again.

Afterwards, the forensic doctor wrote on his death report: "The young man
died suddenly due to heart failure caused by excessive internet use."
(Chapter 1, Episode 1: Loss of Virginity

) "You little brat, I'm scolding you, and you dare pretend to be asleep!"

Li Xiaomin opened his eyes, looking around groggily, and immediately widened his eyes:

the beautiful woman before him was a beauty he had never seen before!

This beauty looked to be no more than twenty years old, with a beautiful appearance. She wore
a gorgeous palace dress, her eyebrows like spring mountains, her eyes like clear blue water, her skin snow-white and delicate, and her figure tall. Li Xiaomin
looked up from below, and her pair of high, firm breasts were clearly protruding from her chest, making him drool
, which dripped onto his clothes.

"Huh, why am I looking up from below?" Li Xiaomin suddenly remembered this question, looked down
, and was surprised to see that he was kneeling on the ground, his knees on the ground, and he seemed to be wearing strangely styled clothes
, already somewhat wet with drool.

Li Xiaomin didn't have time to think about why he was wearing such strange clothes.
Driven by his male pride, he immediately stood up, thinking angrily, "She's not my wife, why
should I kneel before her?"

Standing tall and proud before the beautiful woman, Li Xiaomin was about to display his masculine dignity and charisma
when he suddenly widened his eyes in shock to find that the woman was actually much taller than him!

The woman, who was loudly reprimanding him with her eyebrows furrowed, suddenly saw him stand up and became
enraged. She raised her delicate hand and slapped him hard across the face. Li Xiaomin felt a tremendous force strike him
and fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face from the pain.

The beautiful woman in palace attire wasn't finished after slapping him. She strode over and kicked him hard in
the buttocks several times, cursing, "You wretched little commoner! You've only just arrived in my palace and you already dare to slack off! I told you to kneel down and
listen to my reprimand, but you pretended not to hear. I punched you in the head, and you pretended to be asleep. Now you dare to jump up and face
me! I'll teach you a lesson you damned servant!"

Being kicked in the buttocks by the beauty's jade-like feet wasn't pleasant. Li Xiaomin couldn't help but groan a few
times, looking up at her. He then realized something was strange: why was she wearing ancient clothing
?

Li Xiaomin didn't know much about ancient clothing, so he could only tell that it wasn't Qing Dynasty attire
. He couldn't tell if it was Song or Ming Dynasty clothing, but he thought it was very beautiful and gorgeous
, made of silk, and the workmanship seemed exquisite—everything was like that of ancient people. It complemented her
beautiful face and sexy figure, making her look extremely alluring.

If it were anyone else, even if they didn't scream in terror, they would jump up and demand, "Are you filming a movie
?" Then they'd be arrested as a madman and spend an unforgettable time in prison.

Luckily, it was Li Xiaomin, a seasoned warrior tested by online novels. Seeing things were going wrong,
he immediately lay on the ground pretending to be dead, secretly delighted: "Wow, could it be that heaven has opened its eyes and I've really returned to
ancient times? Hehe, this is a real windfall! Ancient beauties, here I come!"

He endured the pain in his buttocks, taking a few kicks. The beauty, seeing him motionless, was puzzled.
She reached out to check his breath and angrily said, "This dog of a servant, he's passed out after only a few blows
! Drag him to the inner quarters and tell them he disrespected his master. Have the inner quarters give him a few hundred strokes
to wake him up!"

Li Xiaomin was startled, but kept his eyes tightly shut, afraid to open them. Then a young girl's voice
was heard pleading, "Your Majesty, even if he doesn't die after being beaten a few hundred times, he won't be able to work anymore!
The palace is short-handed right now, and we finally managed to send this one. If he dies, it'll be hard to get
him back for a while!"

The beautiful woman paused for a moment, then said angrily, "Guards, drag him to your room and
let him lie there like a corpse until he wakes up, then he can come back to receive his punishment!"

Li Xiaomin was slightly relieved, not daring to open his eyes, and let several women drag him into a
room and place him on the bed. He felt strange;
how could a grown man like himself, not exactly light, be lifted up so easily by several women?

Hearing the door close, Li Xiaomin lay there for a while, then cautiously opened his eyes. Seeing that
he was alone in the room, he immediately jumped up, excitedly looking around, searching for
evidence of his time travel.

The room was empty, containing only a table, a bed, and a small cabinet.
Although small, the room was made of wood, completely different from the reinforced concrete apartment he lived in. Furthermore,
the style of the table and bed was entirely different from modern ones, with hand-carved patterns, giving them an antique
feel, and they were all worn. This convinced Li Xiaomin that he had indeed traveled through time to
ancient China.

On the table, Li Xiaomin luckily found a small bronze mirror. Looking into it, he was
stunned:

in the mirror was a handsome young man, appearing to be only fourteen or fifteen years old.
He wore a slightly tall black cloth hat, somewhat like an official's attire, and his long hair was covered underneath.

"Wow, this isn't just a fictional historical novel, it's a reincarnation story!" Li
Xiaomin thought in surprise, looking at the young man in the mirror with his fair skin and handsome appearance,
several times more handsome than in his previous life. He was both surprised and delighted, thinking to himself, "At my current age, with talent beyond my time,
making a name for myself in this era is so easy! As long as I show my talent, why would I be afraid that
the beauties of this era won't throw themselves at me?"

Even so, he was still somewhat worried, afraid that someone would see through his disguise. The most important thing now
was to figure out where he was and which dynasty he was in, so he could take appropriate action.

He stood up and paced around the room, but dared not open the door to go out. For some reason,
he always felt something was wrong with him, as if he had lost something important.

To find out his current location, he first needed to look for clues from what he had just heard. Li
Xiaomin struggled to clear his mind, still groggy from excitement, recalling the beautiful woman's
words. Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine. His face paled, and he trembled violently. He frantically loosened his belt
, glanced down at his lower body, and collapsed to the ground, instantly fainting.

"Brother Xiaomin! Brother Xiaomin!"

a frantic voice cried out in his ear, a soft, delicate voice struggling to suppress its urge
to speak loudly.

Li Xiaomin slowly opened his eyes. He saw a beautiful, adorable girl, about fourteen
or fifteen years old, dressed in an ancient-style dress, resembling the attire of a palace maid.

Li Xiaomin stared blankly at her blushing face, his gaze traveling down
her slender figure to his naked lower body. A rush of blood to his head, and he collapsed into the girl's
arms, fainting again.

The young palace maid, intending to help, came in to see if he was awake, only to find him naked from the waist down, his trousers
half-pulled down, unconscious on the floor. Startled and ashamed, she hurriedly tried to wake him, but he only glanced
at her before fainting again.

The maid, both shocked and frightened, disregarded her embarrassment and struggled to lift him to the bed, covering him with
a blanket and trying to wake him, saying anxiously, "Brother Xiaomin, don't sleep! What do you want to eat
? I'll get it for you!"

Tears streamed down Li Xiaomin's face as he thought of losing his most vital organ, a tragic
and painful memory welling up inside him. After a long while, he managed to control himself and, sobbing, asked the maid about his current
situation.

Following the proper procedures in the novel of soul transfer, despite his turbulent mind, Li Xiaomin naturally
said that he had been feeling disoriented lately and couldn't remember some things, asking her to answer for him.

The palace maid was young and naive, and answered his questions truthfully
.

The era they were in was strange; it wasn't any era Li Xiaomin knew
. They were in the Tang Dynasty palace, and the emperor, though surnamed Li, wasn't a descendant of Li Shimin.
Besides the Tang Dynasty, there were several other large and small kingdoms, such as Zhao, Shu, Chen, and Jin. Li Xiaomin
didn't care to ask; knowing his historical knowledge was useless in this era was enough
.

Since he was in the palace and had these physical attributes, Li Xiaomin basically understood his
identity. The young maid confirmed that he was indeed a eunuch in the palace, named Xiaominzi
, and hadn't been there long. After initial training, he was assigned to Consort Yun to serve her.

Consort Yun was young and beautiful, formerly a favored concubine from a wealthy family
, and therefore had a bad temper, often beating and scolding her servants. The previous eunuch serving in the palace had
offended her over a trivial matter and was beaten to death in the Inner Palace.

If it were a few years ago, when she was favored by the emperor, the head eunuch of the inner palace would have obediently
taken care of everything in advance. Unfortunately, the emperor's favor had shifted to other young concubines, and Consort Yun hadn't seen
the emperor in a long time. Her number of maids and eunuchs had dwindled, and now only a dozen or so maids remained in her quarters
. It wasn't until the last eunuch who hadn't been transferred died that Consort Yun realized she had no
usable eunuchs left.

As an imperial concubine, it would be too shameful to have no eunuchs in the palace. Therefore, Consort Yun requested new
eunuchs from the Eunuch Registrar's Office to serve her.

Human relationships are fickle, as they have always been; the Eunuch Registrar's Office made excuses, saying they were short-staffed, and after
a long delay, finally sent a newly trained young eunuch, Xiaominzi, to serve in Consort Yun's quarters.

This was Xiaominzi's first day there, and he was scolded by Consort Yun for his clumsiness, forced to kneel on the ground
to await further reprimand. After receiving a punch from the enraged Consort Yun, his soul inexplicably
left his body and was then possessed by Li Xiaomin's soul, which traveled through time and space.

Based on what the kind palace maid named Lan'er said, and his own deductions, Li Xiaomin
guessed the situation quite accurately. Thinking of his current miserable predicament, he felt a wave of dizziness and almost
fainted again.

He stared blankly at Lan'er, remembering her gazing at him with affectionate eyes, and
thought to himself, "Could this girl have a crush on me—no, a crush on Xiaominzi? No wonder she's
been so kind to me."

His guess wasn't far off; Xiaominzi and Lan'er had met once before, when he helped the lost
Lan'er return to her palace, so Lan'er always felt a sense of closeness towards him.

In the past, if such a beautiful young girl had a crush on him, Li Xiaomin would have been overjoyed. Now,
all he wanted to do was cry. He forced back his tears, told Lan'er to leave, and said he needed to rest
.

Lan'er, hearing he needed rest, obediently left the room and closed the door behind her.

Inside, Li Xiaomin hugged his blanket and wept silently, heartbroken over his tragic fate
. He remembered how, when he got tired of being a reader, he had briefly tried writing, publishing his novels

online . But he would suddenly run out of things to write, and then he would stop writing—a so-called "eunuch"—leaving the story unfinished, leaving angry readers to question and curse in the comments section. Li Xiaomin would stubbornly ignore the comments and not continue writing. 　　But now, he, who had once been an unfinished author online, was now the one who had become a real eunuch! 　　Tears welled in Li Xiaomin's eyes as he blankly thought, "Heavens, does this mean that once I became a eunuch, I'll be a eunuch for life? Alas, I regret it so much. I shouldn't have been so heartless as to abandon that book; now I've ended up like this . I truly regret it!" 　　His blank gaze fixed on the wall, Li Xiaomin, almost delirious, muttered to himself, " To all the authors who publish online, please take my example and never repeat my mistakes!" 　　Li Xiaomin lowered his head, meticulously cleaning Yunfei's room, striving to make it spotless. 　　A faint, alluring fragrance permeated the room. However, Li Xiaomin's heart was now like withered wood, completely unaffected by its allure. Such strong willpower would even make a martial arts master who had cultivated for many years bow down in admiration. 　　But being unaffected by temptation did not mean his heart was at peace. At this moment, tragic tears were flowing in his heart, and the pain felt as if it were tearing his chest in two. 　　He never dreamed that reading novels online would lead to such a tragic end. Was reading novels going against the will of heaven, inevitably resulting in retribution? 　　In his mind, he had cursed the literary website he frequented countless times, from the server provider to the old lady cleaning the website's office— he cursed them all to be impotent, to taste the same pain he had suffered! 　　For several days, Li Xiaomin worked in Yunfei's room, and for several days, he cursed. Only when he himself became numb with cursing did he turn his wrath upon the authors. 　　At first, he cursed the authors of alternate history novels, especially the author of the one he had read before coming . Later, he cursed every author he knew and didn't know, whether they wrote fantasy or prose, as long as they had published works on that website, earning his sincere curses. In his mind, they were "victorious in the martial arts world" tens of millions of times. 　　When even the author was cursed, Li Xiaomin sought a new outlet, this time targeting the readers of online novel websites. 　　In his mind, he cursed every reader he knew, then moved on to those whose names he didn't know, from the most prolific commenters to the most long-dormant trolls. Each received his sincere blessings until he remembered he was one of them, at which point he stopped cursing and focused on his work. 　　Overall, life in the palace was quite good. Although the food was simple, he was well-fed , which was rare in this chaotic world of warring states. However, going to the toilet was inconvenient, and the thought of it made Li Xiaomin want to smash his head against the palace wall. 　　But better to live than die, so Li Xiaomin wiped away his tears and persevered. Even if he were to die, he wanted to explore the palace thoroughly and see all the novelties before he died. 　　For one thing, the beauties in the palace truly left him speechless. Now he truly believed he was in an alternate dimension, not in ancient China. Otherwise, he couldn't believe any dynasty would have so many beautiful women gathered in the imperial palace. Just thinking about the photos of the Qing Dynasty's imperial concubines he had once seen made him feel nauseous and cold, rising in his stomach and spine . 　　Tragically, he could only look, not touch; he couldn't even fantasize about it. Lacking a strong material foundation, Li Xiaomin would burst into tears whenever he thought of real sex, but he could only swallow it down. 　　Holding a rag, lost in thought, he wiped this and that in Consort Yun's boudoir , making sure the tables, chairs, and dressing table were spotless. 　　This was Consort Yun's rule: the room had to be cleaned before she woke up, so she would wake up to a fresh environment. 　　As Li Xiaomin was pondering this, he suddenly heard a languid call: "Xiaominzi, help me get up !" 　　Li Xiaomin snapped out of his thoughts, hurriedly dropped the rag, dried his hands, and ran to Consort Yun's bedside to serve her. 　　The hibiscus-covered curtains were lifted, revealing an exquisitely beautiful face, exuding languid charm. At the same time, her half-naked body was also exposed. Consort Yun, wearing only a bodice, sat on the bed, wrapped in the quilt. Her smooth, jade-like shoulders and snow-white breasts almost stole Li Xiaomin's soul. This picture of a beautiful woman in spring slumber was endlessly captivating . 　　Most concubines were dressed and roused by maids, but Consort Yun was bold, insisting that Li Xiaomin help her dress. Li Xiaomin didn't hold back, his eyes scanning Consort Yun's body from head to toe , indulging in a mental feast. Although he couldn't actually have her, satisfying his craving was still quite enjoyable. 　　Consort Yun's figure was incredibly alluring; in Li Xiaomin's eyes, even a devil's figure couldn't compare. As he pondered this, he picked up a garment hanging on the bedside rack and carefully draped it over Yun Fei's smooth, white shoulders, swallowing hard inwardly. 　　Yun Fei raised her jade-like hand to her cherry lips, yawned lazily, then turned her head, smiling at the fourteen or fifteen-year-old eunuch beside the bed. 　　To her, this young eunuch was incredibly bold. Other eunuchs standing by the bed would have been terrified , too afraid to even look up. This eunuch, so young yet so precocious, dared to peep at her body—that was quite amusing.

At this moment, Li Xiaomin was staring intently at
the half-exposed snow-white breasts beneath her bright red bodice, his head spinning, his heart pounding, and his nose almost bleeding profusely. Suddenly,
he saw a delicate hand gently tug at the bodice, pulling it down a little, revealing a bright red
cherry. His eyes widened in shock, a deafening roar filling his mind, leaving him dizzy and disoriented
.

To be honest, although he was an adult, Li Xiaomin had been a
virgin in his previous life, so he rarely had the opportunity to see a beautiful woman's breasts so closely, especially one with such a
stunning figure. No wonder he was so shocked.

Yun Fei watched him with a grin, noticing a trickle of blood seeping from his nostrils, which piqued her curiosity even more.
She had never expected him to react this way.

She sized up Li Xiaomin for a long while, and seeing that he was still staring intently at her breasts, she couldn't help but laugh
and ask, "Is it pretty?"

Li Xiaomin nodded hurriedly, his mind already elsewhere, forgetting even to look at who had asked.

Seeing the longing look on that beautiful face, the bold and unrestrained Yunfei felt
a surge of shyness. She hurriedly pulled up her bodice and scolded, "You little lecher, have you seen enough? Hurry up and help
me get up!"

Li Xiaomin then snapped out of his daze, breaking out in a cold sweat. He quickly helped Yunfei put on her magnificent robe
, but couldn't resist taking advantage of the situation to touch her, pretending to casually brush against her snow-
white skin, his heart pounding wildly as if it would leap out of his chest.

Yunfei's eyes were slightly closed, enjoying his hands' inappropriate touches on her body. A subtle
feeling rose in her heart, and her heart began to pound wildly. She was both surprised and ashamed,
astonished by the young eunuch's boldness, yet unwilling to let him stop. She could only pant softly as he
dressed her.

Li Xiaomin's hands carefully tied Yunfei's belt, touching her slender, boneless waist. He pretended
to adjust her clothes, then slid his hand upwards, lightly touching her breasts with the back of his hand, feeling their soft
and elastic texture. His pupils involuntarily dilated rapidly, then returned to normal.
He carefully dressed her, not daring to be too forward, lest his blood boil and he do something he shouldn't
.

But what else could he do? Thinking of this, Li Xiaomin felt a deep sorrow
well up inside him, almost causing him to burst into tears.

Suddenly, Consort Yun reached out and hugged him tightly, pressing his head against her soft breasts, and giggled
, "Is this what you want?"

Because of Consort Yun's unusual eccentricities, no maids were left in the room; only she and Li Xiaomin were
present. Caught off guard, Li Xiaomin's face was pressed against Consort Yun's soft breasts, almost breathless.
He was stunned by Consort Yun's bold action, his soul seemingly adrift.

Consort Yun looked down at the boy, six or seven years younger than her, her heart pounding, a strange
feeling gradually rising within her.

She had never done this to anyone else. Even in the presence of the Emperor, despite her naturally willful nature, she
dared not be presumptuous, always trembling with fear, no different from the other concubines. And the Emperor hadn't visited for several years
; the eunuchs were always terrified of her, and no one dared approach her or take advantage of her.

Therefore, Xiaomin was the first man she had embraced so tightly.

"A man?" Consort Yun frowned, cupping Li Xiaomin's face in her jade-like hands. Looking at his fair,
handsome features, a strong sense of disgust welled up within her.

What kind of man was this little eunuch, daring to take advantage of her! Thinking this, Consort Yun's
anger flared. She slapped Li Xiaomin hard across the face, shouting, "You dog of a servant! Don't you know your
place? How dare you, a toad lusting after a swan!"

Li Xiaomin was stunned by the slap, collapsing to the ground, staring blankly at
the stunningly beautiful woman sitting on the bed, glaring at him like an angry goddess.

After a long while, he finally came to his senses. A surge of intense grief and indignation rushed up from the bottom of his heart. Li Xiaomin covered
his face, crying loudly, and ran out, disappearing in an instant.

One thing he hadn't considered: at this moment, his personality was still influenced by the little eunuch whose body he had possessed
; he was easily swayed by tears and ran away.

Consort Yun stared blankly as he ran away crying. Suddenly, a strong sense of regret washed over her. She
jumped out of bed, ran barefoot to the door, and called out, "Xiao Minzi! Xiao Minzi! Come back!"

She called several times, but there was no sign of Li Xiaomin. Only a few palace maids who served her stood
in the courtyard, staring blankly at the disheveled Consort Yun.

Consort Yun blushed and ordered, "Lan'er, go and bring him back!"

Lan'er responded blankly, not daring to linger, and ran out of the courtyard, searching
everywhere for traces of Li Xiaomin's escape.

Li Xiaomin wept, running wildly through the palace, his heart filled with grief and anger, wishing he could die immediately
.

This was the inner palace, where no guards patrolled. Because it was still early, and no eunuchs or
palace maids passed by, no one saw the young eunuch, filled with sorrow,
running and weeping along the road.

"I'd rather be dead, I'd rather be dead!" Li Xiaomin muttered, crying as he ran, tears
streaming down his face and chest like broken beads.

What was the point of living like this? He'd rather die than suffer this endless
torment!

He knew that from the moment he came into this world, he was no longer Li Xiaomin, but a
eunuch named Xiaominzi!

Xiaominzi wept bitterly, wanting only to reach the Emperor's council hall one last time, to see the dragon throne
, and then to smash his head against the jade steps, using his death to denounce the
wicked old society where people ate and oppressed each other!

But when he reached the palace gate, Li Xiaomin stopped: there were more than a dozen guards there
, each armed with swords. If he ran over, he would be captured in the blink of an eye, and they might even arrest him...
To be subjected to severe torture and interrogation, to be questioned about his conspiracy to escape the palace, would truly be a fate worse than death
.

Li Xiaomin walked back dejectedly, pondering ways to end his life, and unknowingly
veered off course, ending up in a dense forest within the inner palace grounds.

A sobbing sound reached his ears, stirring up Li Xiaomin's thoughts. He too choked
back a sob, looked up, and saw a girl of about twelve or thirteen, dressed in palace attire, sitting in the woods, weeping
. He went over and asked, "Little sister, what's wrong?"

The girl looked up, revealing an exquisitely beautiful face, her expression full of surprise
. She stammered, "You...can you see me?"

Li Xiaomin had only intended to help others and do some good deeds before he died, but he never expected to hear this
. He angrily shouted, "Nonsense! If I can't see you, are you talking to a ghost? Are you trying to fool me
?"

The girl, agitated, stood up and grabbed him, her voice trembling, "You, you really can see me!"

Her slender, pale hand, as it touched Li Xiaomin's shoulder, suddenly passed right through him,
as if piercing through a thin mist.

Li Xiaomin, filled with rage and about to unleash another torrent of abuse, suddenly witnessed this scene. His words were abruptly cut off
; he stared blankly at the girl, his hand involuntarily reaching out to touch her slightly protruding breasts
.

His hand easily pierced through her chest, reaching all the way to her back. Seeing his hand
appear behind her shoulder, Li Xiaomin was dumbfounded.

He leaped back, looking at the petite girl, and cried out, "You, you're
a ghost!"

The dense forest was dark, and no one else was around. Looking at the girl, radiating an eerie aura, cold sweat poured down Li Xiaomin's
forehead.

He stared blankly at this exquisitely beautiful girl, as if seeing his own penis again
, his head spinning, almost fainting again.

Two crystal tears instantly streamed down the girl's fair and beautiful face; she nodded vigorously
, choking back sobs, unable to speak.

Li Xiaomin hid behind a tree, terrified for a while. Then he thought, he was already destined to become a ghost
, and having already experienced a strange time-space travel, seeing another ghost wasn't unusual
. He stepped out from behind the tree, dejectedly saying, "Hey, what do you want? Looking for
a scapegoat?"

The girl, her face flushed with emotion, covered her face and cried for a moment, barely managing to suppress her excitement. She shook her head, saying, "No
, I've been here for three hundred years!"

Li Xiaomin walked over, found a thick, dry branch, and sat down, sighing, "Sit down and talk
, standing is tiring."

The girl obediently sat down beside him and carefully began to recount her origins.

Chapter Two of the First Episode: The Heavenly Book

"I was originally a princess of the previous dynasty..." That's what she started with.

Even though he was determined to die, Li Xiaomin was still startled. He turned and looked her up and down.
Sure enough, her attire was different from that of Consort Yun and the palace maids, appearing more luxurious. Her appearance was also exceptionally
beautiful. Although she was still young, she was already a clear beauty, worthy of her title of princess. She was
much more pleasing to the eye than some of the European royal princesses he had seen in photographs.

This girl, though a princess, was not a princess of the Tang Dynasty, but a princess of the former Great Wu Dynasty. Her
nickname was You'er, and she had been granted the title of Princess Lingbao. The Wu Kingdom had been
destroyed three hundred years ago by Li Zhihao, the founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty, who had rebelled.

You'er was not killed by the mutinous soldiers when the city fell, but had died of illness three years before the fall of the kingdom.

Although she died of illness, she was actually poisoned by a favored concubine who was hostile to her mother
. The method was so clever that no one could see through it, and even if they did, no one dared to speak out.

Because she was a wronged ghost, she was bound to this place, unable to escape. When the Tang army stormed the city, the mutinous
soldiers burned down her palace. Later, although the Tang emperor built new palaces, he did not build any more here
, but instead planted a forest. You'er stayed in this dense forest for three hundred years.

For three hundred years, she stayed in the forest, unable to stop crying. Sometimes, in the darkness, her cries
could be heard, and the palace maids and eunuchs were terrified, their faces turning pale
.

It was said that there were ghosts here, and they dared not approach. Li Xiaomin listened to her for so long, but still hadn't gotten to the point, so he couldn't help but ask, "
Why are you waiting for me here?"

You'er nodded and said, "In the second year after my death, an immortal passed by this place and
gave me a book, telling me to give it to someone who could see me, saying that he could save me from my suffering. So I
waited here, just to wait for you, young master, for three hundred years!"

Looking at her eager gaze, Li Xiaomin felt uncomfortable all over. The princess addressed the eunuch as "Young
Master," how unusual!

He sighed and asked listlessly, "Where is that book?"

You'er pointed to a small mound in the distance and said, "It's right behind there. The Taoist priest buried that book underground.
That spot still radiates golden light; no other ghosts dare approach, they're too scared to leave the forest. Only I
can stay here. These past three hundred years have been so lonely!"

Seeing her pitiful, tearful appearance, Li Xiaomin couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat and murmured
, "We're both wanderers in this world, why should we need to have known each other before?"

He went over and, following You'er's directions, began digging in that spot. The tool he used
was one You'er had told him about—a small shovel left behind by a eunuch who had heard her crying in the forest long ago and fled in fear
.

After digging for a long time, a large pit finally appeared. Li Xiaomin was exhausted, his back aching. Standing
in the pit, he turned to You'er and asked, "Why isn't it here yet? You wouldn't be thinking of making me dig a pit and
bury myself so I can be your substitute and let you reincarnate, would you?"

You'er was terrified and shook her head repeatedly, crying out, "Young Master, what are you saying?
Even if my soul were to fly away, I wouldn't dare to have such a wicked thought! It's just that the Immortal Master knew there would be war in this area, and that you, Young Master, are
a person destined by Heaven. If you cannot obtain this Heavenly Book, you will certainly find it difficult to achieve your great cause. Therefore, I buried it a little deeper."
"So that it won't be discovered when people demolish the house or plant trees."

Li Xiaomin asked curiously, "Aren't you a princess? Why do you call yourself a servant?"

You'er blushed and lowered her head, murmuring, "It was that immortal who said that young master is born with noble qualities
and can achieve great things after learning that heavenly book. If I can stay by young master's side, I will surely be able to cultivate the great
Dao and become a ghost immortal. Therefore, I must serve young master carefully and not make any mistakes."

"A princess serving a eunuch? That's interesting!" Li Xiaomin muttered to himself, then suddenly remembered something
important and was startled. He turned to You'er and urgently asked, "Does that heavenly book contain
a method to cultivate a penis?"

You'er paused, though she didn't quite understand what he was saying, but still replied, "The immortal said that
after cultivating that heavenly book, one can reshape their body, and even a crippled body can be restored to its original state; if one cultivates
the Great Dao, one can be omnipotent, able to traverse heaven and earth!"

Before she could say a second word, Li Xiaomin had already picked up a shovel and started digging frantically in the ground, his movements
swift and ferocious, no less than a modern excavator.

Until, with a "clang," the shovel hit something, and Li Xiaomin, trembling, lunged
forward, frantically digging with both hands, finally unearthing a small box, locked and already rusty
.

Li Xiaomin, clutching the box, frantically scrambled out of the pit, placed it on the ground, and, ignoring
the key, picked up a shovel and slammed it down hard on the rusty lock.

After a few frantic blows, the lock broke and fell to the ground.

Li Xiaomin rushed over, quickly opened the box, his heart pounding, cradling it
as if it were his most precious little brother.

Inside the box were a book, a pill, and a few other miscellaneous items.
Ignoring the others, Li Xiaomin picked up the book, turned a page, and was immediately enveloped in a golden light, involuntarily
closing his eyes.

You'er screamed and hid behind Li Xiaomin, trembling as she stammered, "What terrifying
divine light!"

Only her innate talent gave her such resistance; any other ghost would have been
annihilated by the golden light. This was why she was the only ghost living in this dense forest; the others had long been
frightened away by the faint golden light emanating from the ground at night. What ghost would dare stay in such a dangerous place?

After the intense light subsided, Li Xiaomin lowered his head and carefully read the book. He had heard that celestial books were difficult to read, but this one
was alright. Although he couldn't quite understand the ancient characters written with a brush, he could still make out about 80-90
% of it by guessing and inferring.

According to the book, it was originally a record of the immortal arts of Laozi (Li Er) and his junior brother, Tongtian Jiaozhu,
passed down by their disciples and given to those with the right affinity. One day, when an emperor were to use this to
prosper the Li family, and venerate Li Er as the Supreme Ancestor, the brilliance of Taoism would spread to every
corner the sun shines upon.

Li Xiaomin didn't care about that; he was only eagerly searching for a way to make his penis grow back. He skimmed through
the book, reading ten lines at a time.

Halfway through, he finally found a few records stating that as long as one
practiced according to the methods described in the book, upon initial success, one could reshape injured limbs; upon reaching the Great Perfection, one would possess immense supernatural powers
…

As for how these supernatural powers would manifest, Li Xiaomin no longer cared. He just grinned widely,
almost fainting with happiness.

After he finished laughing, You'er cautiously peeked out from behind him and whispered, "Young Master, the Immortal
Master also said that the elixir was prepared for you. If you take it and
cultivate according to the methods written in the Heavenly Book, it will have miraculous effects."

Li Xiaomin was overjoyed. He picked up the elixir from the box, about to swallow it, but suddenly stopped. He flipped to the beginning of the book
, found the introductory method of cultivation, and studied it carefully for a long time until it was imprinted in his mind before
putting the elixir into his mouth.

As soon as it entered his stomach, the elixir immediately transformed into a stream of heat that flowed through his body. Li Xiaomin dared not be
negligent. He sat cross-legged, facing upwards, guiding the heat stream through his meridians.

After circulating it for several cycles, Li Xiaomin opened his eyes and stood up, feeling as if his entire body was filled with
powerful energy, as if it were about to burst out of his body.

He swung his hand, striking a nearby tree with a loud bang. The small tree, about the thickness of a fist
, snapped in half and fell with a crash.

Li Xiaomin's right hand also throbbed with pain, but the overwhelming joy in his heart suppressed the agony. Ignoring
everything else, he hastily pulled down his trousers, hopingfully looking between his legs, only to be met with
a burst of tears: it was still the same, without any improvement whatsoever!

You'er, already ashamed of his outrageous behavior, covered her face, trembling as she cried, "Young Master,
quickly put your clothes back on! It's so embarrassing!"

Li Xiaomin pulled up his trousers, his face resolute, clenching his teeth, wiping away his tears.
He knew that this was his first time cultivating, and he had only just begun. To truly reshape his limbs
, he would need a long and arduous journey of practice.

But as long as there was a glimmer of hope, Li Xiaomin would persevere;
it was far better than utter darkness and the prospect of suicide.

After consuming the elixir, Li Xiaomin's hearing and eyesight improved significantly. He faintly
heard someone calling in the distance, "Xiaominzi, Brother Xiaominzi! Where are you?"

Li Xiaomin listened intently and recognized Lan'er's voice. He turned to You'er and said, "I'm going back
. Are you still staying here?"

You'er blushed and stammered, "Now that you have obtained the Heavenly Book, I am
free. Wherever you go, I will follow."

Li Xiaomin was pleased; perhaps there were still some things in the book he wanted to ask her. So he led
her out of the dense forest.

On the path by the forest edge, Lan'er was calling out softly, anxiously searching for Xiaominzi, but dared not
shout loudly for fear of being scolded.

Upon suddenly seeing Li Xiaomin emerge from the woods, Lan'er was overjoyed. She rushed forward, grabbed his sleeve, and cried out
, "Good brother, I've finally found you! I was so worried!"

Li Xiaomin laughed, "What's the rush? I'm fine, aren't I?" Inwardly, however, he wiped a cold
sweat from his brow. If it weren't for You'er, he might have already drowned himself in the lake. He turned and
gave You'er a grateful look.

Lan'er followed his gaze, but the area was empty.
She asked curiously, "Brother Xiaomin, what are you looking at?"

Li Xiaomin knew he was the only one who could see You'er, so he quickly covered it up, saying, "Nothing
, let's hurry back!"

They were already in a secluded corner of the palace. The two walked along a small path, and as they passed a large,
towering artificial hill, Li Xiaomin, with his superhuman hearing, suddenly heard moaning
sounds coming from inside.

Having never had such powerful hearing before, he wasn't sure if he'd misheard. He turned around and
walked through the path between the artificial hills, only to witness a sensual scene!

A man dressed in eunuch's robes, appearing to be in his twenties or thirties, with a pale face and no beard, was embracing and
caressing a voluptuous palace maid.

The maid's clothes were half-undone, revealing her naked upper body. Lying in the eunuch's arms
, she moaned softly, her face flushed red from his touch, her body involuntarily writhing.

Lan'er was walking outside when she suddenly noticed Xiaominzi was gone. She turned around and saw him enter
the passageway among the artificial hills. She followed, and upon seeing the scene, screamed in fright.

Li Xiaomin, hidden in the shadows, was watching intently when he suddenly heard a scream behind him. He knew something was wrong,
turned around, grabbed Lan'er, and covered her mouth to stop her from crying out.

Seeing the blush-inducing scene before her, and being held in Xiaominzi's arms, Lan'er couldn't help but
struggle slightly, feeling both ashamed and afraid.

Li Xiaomin hugged her soft, fragrant body tightly, his
heart racing as her increasingly mature form rubbed against him. He could only cover her mouth, bringing his lips close to her ear and whispering, "Don't
scream. It'll be troublesome if they find out!"

Lan'er stopped struggling, and Li Xiaomin breathed a sigh of relief. Feeling the smooth texture of her palm, his
heart stirred. He lowered his head and gently kissed her jade-like neck.

Lan'er let out a soft cry, her jade-like neck blushing slightly with embarrassment. Her whole body tingled, feeling utterly weak,
wanting only to lean against Li Xiaomin's chest, unwilling to move any further.

Seeing her like this, Li Xiaomin was both surprised and delighted. He carefully placed his hand on her soft breasts
, and was about to take another step when he suddenly heard footsteps. The eunuch who had been stealing her kiss had already rolled up
his sleeves and walked over, glaring angrily at the two of them, and muttering, "Where did this little bastard come from, daring to ruin
my good time!"

At this moment, the plump palace maid had already sobered up from the excitement of her affair, hurriedly straightened
her clothes, and looked over from a distance. She was not particularly beautiful, just an ordinary-looking woman.

Li Xiaomin thought to himself, "Brother, if you want to have an affair, at least find a pretty girl! This lady
is at least thirty, and so plump. You still want her? I really admire your good appetite!"

The eunuch seemed to hear his thoughts, glaring at him and viciously cursing, "Get as far away as
you can! Don't let me see you two little beasts again!"

Hearing his foul language, Li Xiaomin was enraged!

He was originally a respectable modern man, but he had inexplicably come to ancient times, not only
losing his most important manly possession but also suffering the beatings and humiliations of ancient beauties. He had already been simmering with
anger, and now, after this further insult, even the best-tempered man couldn't hold back. He immediately raised his leg and
kicked the eunuch hard!

This kick was like a dragon bursting from its cave, landing solidly on the eunuch's stomach with a thud. The
eunuch was instantly sent staggering back several steps, landing heavily on his backside, groaning in pain.

既然已经动手，就要打个痛快。李小民放开怀中惊呆的美少女，大步
上前，逮住那个大太监就是一顿狠揍，打得他叫苦连天，泪流满面，虽是
连声哀告，也阻止不了怒火沖天的李小民的拳脚。

这当口，那个胖宫女却扑了过来，跪在地上，抱住李小民的大腿苦苦
哀求，只求李小民放了她的情人。

李小民怒火稍息，低头再看，大太监已经被打得半死不活，躺在地上
呻吟叫苦，这才泄了火气。幸好李小民出手有準，没有打他的脸面，才没
有让他满脸是伤，一副猪头模样。

Li Xiaomin found a rock and sat down, beckoning Lan'er to stand beside him. He coldly
demanded of the two men, "What were you doing just now?"

He knew the answer already, but he truly couldn't understand how a eunuch could have the power
to bully a palace maid. Could this eunuch also be an outsider who had infiltrated the palace?

The eunuch had already gotten up from the ground, both shocked and frightened. He had initially
intended to beat the two young men to vent his anger, but he hadn't expected this ten-year-old eunuch to be
so ruthless and much stronger than him. He dared not ask the head eunuch to intervene, so
the beating was for nothing.

After being severely beaten, he became much more obedient. Seeing Li Xiaomin's malicious gaze sweep
over him, he blushed and hurriedly bowed, forcing a smile, "Young Master, if you ask, I will certainly tell you. We
are... we are... eating together!"

Li Xiaomin was startled and pressed, "What do you mean by 'eating together'? Do you mean we eat each other while embracing?"

The eunuch waved his hands repeatedly, a bitter smile on his face, "It's that... we eunuchs and the
beauties in the palace, we satisfy each other!"

Li Xiaomin asked curiously, "You have that function? You can satisfy women?"

The eunuch blushed but dared not argue, only explaining, "Although I don't have... that,
I still have a tongue and fingers, very dexterous!"

As he spoke, he raised his hands, sticking out his tongue, proudly displaying his
two prized possessions.

Lan'er and You'er, who were watching the commotion from the sidelines, stared wide-eyed, puzzled. The plump palace maid, however,
blushed deeply and covered her face with her sleeve.

Li Xiaomin then understood and began to feel sympathy for the two women.

Living deep within the palace, where they couldn't even see a normal man, it was inevitable that eunuchs and palace maids would find solace in each other
, satisfying their yearning hearts.

If he didn't have divine protection, would he, like them, spend his life relying on this to relieve
his boredom?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder, losing interest in continuing to vent his anger on the two . He
listlessly waved his hand, letting them go.

The two women, as if granted a pardon, helped each other up and hurriedly ran away.

Li Xiaomin sat there blankly for a while, then turned his head and saw Lan'er still standing beside him, blushing
. A thought struck him, and he reached out and embraced her slender waist.

Lan'er cried out in surprise, caught off guard, as Li Xiaomin swept her up and carried her into
a hidden cave within the towering artificial hill.

Holding the beautiful girl's delicate body, inhaling her virgin fragrance, Li Xiaomin's heart pounded wildly
. He had never had such intimate contact with a woman before, and now that he had the opportunity, he was naturally excited
.

Lan'er cried out softly, her soft, boneless hands gently pushing against Li Xiaomin's chest,
looking at him with surprise and fear, and whispered, "Brother Xiaomin, what are you doing?"

Before she could finish speaking, she felt Xiaomin's warm, soft lips cover hers, silencing her words.

Li Xiaomin gently kissed her soft, fragrant lips, sucking the sweet saliva from the beautiful girl's mouth, his soul drifting
, utterly lost.

This was the first time Lan'er had experienced something like this, and she was both shocked and frightened, letting out a soft moan. Her cherry lips
met Li Xiaomin's, their tongues intertwining as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. A wave of dizziness washed over her, and she felt
weak all over. If Li Xiaomin hadn't held her tightly around the waist, she probably would have collapsed to the ground.

Their kiss lasted a long time before their lips finally parted. Lan'er looked at Li Xiaomin with watery eyes and whispered
, "Good brother, are we... 'mutually engaged'?"

Li Xiaomin was taken aback, surprised by her quick comprehension. He nodded, looking
at the beautiful girl in his arms with a hint of nervousness.

Lan'er smiled shyly and said, "Lan'er likes it, with brother... like this!"

Li Xiaomin was overjoyed. He embraced Lan'er and kissed her passionately again, his hands beginning
to roam freely over her body, making Lan'er gasp for breath, her cheeks flushed crimson.

Having lived in the palace for so long, she knew little about matters of the heart, yet she still harbored a certain curiosity and longing.
She had heard of eunuchs and palace maids having affairs, and she herself was curious and wanted to find one. She happened to meet
a handsome eunuch like Xiaominzi, with whom she shared a deep connection. He kissed her, held her, making her heart flutter
, filled with indescribable emotions. She couldn't bear to let him go, clinging tightly to him, her delicate hands unable to resist
groping him.

Li Xiaomin, with a compassionate heart, tried to satisfy the young girl's curiosity and
yearning for love, until her hands moved towards his lower body. Only then did he realize, pulling her hands away, overwhelmed with shame
. He knew he was disabled and couldn't allow her to touch him so casually, lest his "male" pride suffer
a fatal blow.

Lan'er suddenly cried out, "Oh dear, we've been out for so long! Her Highness must be getting impatient!"

Afraid of being scolded or beaten by Consort Yun, she straightened her clothes, pulled Li Xiaomin out of the artificial cave, and ran towards Consort Yun's
palace.

Consort Yun stood in the palace, her mind troubled, wondering if something had happened to the little eunuch who had run out crying
. After a while, she herself felt strange: "That little eunuch is just a bit handsome and
a bit lecherous, nothing special. Why am I so worried about him?"

Just then, she saw the two of them return, and she finally felt relieved, but she didn't show it. She sneered
, glared at Li Xiaomin, and said coldly, "Hurry up and clean the room. If you don't clean it properly,
you won't eat today!"

Seeing this beautiful woman so cold and heartless, Li Xiaomin was furious. He wanted to go up and teach her
a lesson, but when he thought of the many guards outside the palace, he couldn't help but feel scared. He could only lower his head and think to himself,
"I'll let you drag me now. Later, when I've mastered my immortal arts and developed my penis, I'll definitely rape
you to death!"

Lan'er knelt down and agreed. When she turned around and saw Li Xiaomin still standing straight, she was afraid and quickly pulled
his sleeve, dragging him down to kneel down with her.

Li Xiaomin now knew a bit about the palace rules, but he had no choice but to
kneel before the willful beauty. He felt even more frustrated, but could only console himself: "It's nothing, just consider it me
kneeling before my wife!"

After a long day of work in the palace, Li Xiaomin dragged his tired body back to his hut
.

He lay down to rest on his bed, while a beautiful girl dressed as a princess sat cross-legged beside him
, her face full of curiosity, chatting with him casually.

You'er had been in the dense forest for three hundred years and knew little about the outside world, finding everything
strange and asking many questions. Li Xiaomin didn't know much more than her, and after answering for a while, he grew impatient,
took out the book, and began cultivating according to the methods described.

Seeing him cultivating cross-legged on the bed, You'er dared not say anything, only sitting beside him, watching
him hopefully, hoping he could cultivate immortality and help her also cultivate a ghost immortal body, thus escaping the suffering of reincarnation.

Feeling the warm current circulating through his meridians for several cycles, Li Xiaomin opened his eyes.
His vision was improving rapidly; even in a dimly lit room, he could see everything clearly
, down to the smallest detail.

On the bed beside him sat a beautiful young woman, her appearance ethereal and refined. Li Xiaomin's heart stirred
, and he reached out to embrace her, but grasped only empty air. He sighed softly and asked, "You'er, when
will you have a true form?"

You'er smiled and said, "Once you have mastered the immortal arts, you can use immortal techniques to strengthen my soul, and then
I will have a physical body."

"When that immortal gave you the book, did he tell you how to cultivate immortal arts quickly and
successfully?"

You'er thought for a moment and said, "When the immortal gave me the book, he said that the one who receives the book is originally from the superior..."
" Heaven has ordained you to accomplish great things, but according to the workings of Heaven, the person who obtains this book is likely born with an imbalance of Yin and Yang
. They must engage in intimate relations with women to maintain the balance of Yin and Yang within their body in order to quickly cultivate immortality."

Li Xiaomin had already guessed this to some extent, because the latter part of the heavenly book contained many
pages depicting erotic scenes, explaining how to use women as a vessel to coordinate with the flow of internal energy, cultivating the Yin
and Yang energies within the body. The book described how the union of young women and Yin and Yang, the extraction of lead and the refinement of mercury, was necessary to achieve the Great Dao. Moreover, the more noble the status of the woman used as a vessel , the more auspicious energy she would receive in this prosperous imperial palace, which would be more helpful
for their cultivation of immortality . 　　Li Xiaomin lowered his head, thinking that as a eunuch, he had no right to be intimate with women, and felt discouraged. Suddenly, he thought, "Didn't the beginning of that book describe a method for dual cultivation with women without intercourse? Presumably, with enough practice, once my body is reshaped, I can practice the later dual cultivation techniques!" He became happy again. 　　While talking to You'er, he suddenly heard the door creak open, and someone pushed it open and came in. Looking up, he saw Lan'er, her face flushed with embarrassment. 　　She lowered her head, fidgeting with the hem of her clothes, and whispered, "Brother Xiaomin, you told me to come, so I came." Li Xiaomin was overjoyed. He jumped out of bed, rushed forward, and embraced her. He closed the door behind him, and as he carried her soft, warm body towards the bed, he secretly rejoiced: "Holding her in my arms feels so different . You'er is beautiful, but I can only look, not touch. In that respect, Lan'er is superior!" 　　He was eager to test the dual cultivation method described in the first half of the Heavenly Book, so he carried Lan'er to the bed. Ignoring You'er's curious observation, he climbed onto the bed himself, lying on top of Lan'er's soft body . His slender frame covered her delicate form, and he lowered his head, pressing his lips to hers . 　　His tongue, slightly protruding, entered her lips, gently pressing against her smooth, fragrant tongue. Li Xiaomin circulated his inner energy, feeling it flow from the tip of his tongue into Lan'er's mouth, then along her tongue, into her body, circulating once before returning to his own. The energy had a slightly cool , indescribably gentle quality, making Li Xiaomin feel completely comfortable, as if he were floating. 　　Lan'er, however, didn't feel any inner energy, only that Xiaomin was making her feel incredibly comfortable, and she couldn't help but moan softly, letting out a soft groan of pleasure. 　　After completing one cycle, Li Xiaomin rolled over and lay down beside her, resting for a while before pulling her into his arms and caressing her freely. 　　Lan'er lay obediently in his arms, her watery eyes quietly gazing at him, full of shyness , and softly asked, "Brother Xiaomin, does this count as us being lovers?" 　　Li Xiaomin was taken aback, then laughed, "Yes, we're being lovers!" Thinking about having such a beautiful palace maid as a lover, it wasn't bad at all. 　　Lan'er smiled and said, "Then if anything happens to me in the future, you'll protect me, right?" 　　Li Xiaomin nodded and said, "Of course, you're my woman. No matter what, I will do my best to protect you and not let anyone bully you!" 　　As he said this, a surge of pride welled up within him. Although he was a eunuch, protecting the person he loved was a matter of pride befitting a eunuch! 　　After secretly vowing to quickly master immortal techniques and gain the power to protect himself and Lan'er, Li Xiaomin, embracing the beautiful girl in his arms, felt his lust rising again. He leaned down and kissed her softly, his hands unbuttoning Lan'er's clothes , reaching inside to caress her slightly protruding breasts. Feeling their smooth, soft texture, he was overjoyed. He lowered his head and gently kissed and sucked on her small, pink nipples. 　　Lan'er's face flushed, and she moaned softly, clinging tightly to Li Xiaomin's head. Feeling Li Xiaomin 's tongue gently teasing the small buds on her breasts, she felt a surge of heat and weakness throughout her body, and could only hold Li Xiaomin tightly, panting. 　　Beside them, You'er sat on the bed, looking down at their intimacy at close range, her eyes shining with excitement and curiosity. (Episode 1, Chapter 4: Assassination) Li Xiaomin felt no regret or guilt for using ghost slaves and eliminating the emperor's sexual ability . Since he had raised so many eunuchs and then cruelly cut off their reproductive organs, he should pay some price! 　　However, he was still worried. Li Xiaomin knew this was a huge matter; if exposed, even the extermination of ten generations of his family wouldn't be enough to atone for his crime. Although he was alone, he didn't want to be slowly tortured to death. Therefore , he had to find another way out, lest he be left with no way out and only able to wait for death. 　　With the help of You'er and Yue Niang, he secretly dug in a secluded corner of the palace, finding a considerable amount of jewelry, gold, and silver hidden underground by palace maids and eunuchs from various dynasties. Although not much, and nothing particularly valuable, it was still a significant sum for a lowly eunuch like him. 　　His severely depleted essence was gradually recovering through his cultivation of immortal arts. And according to the records in the Heavenly Book, his martial arts training was also progressing. That night, Li Xiaomin quietly slipped out of the palace to familiarize himself with the terrain of Jinling City, so he would know which direction to flee if things went wrong . 　　None of the palace guards could see through his ghostly movements. Under the cover of darkness, Li Xiaomin, like the wind, swiftly flew over the high palace walls and disappeared into the dark night sky. Having 　　finally escaped the palace, Li Xiaomin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but was also quite pleased with his incredible speed. 　　He was still wearing eunuch's clothes, a major oversight. Therefore, the first thing Li Xiaomin did was find a wealthy family, go inside, and get a robe to wear so as not to reveal his identity. 　　He didn't know which family was rich; he just looked at the houses on the streets of Jinling City, choosing the tallest and most ornate ones. He randomly picked one, climbed over the wall, and ransacked the place. He quickly found a white scholar's robe, and with Yue Niang's prompting, he also took the gold and silver hidden in the family's cupboard . He silently apologized to the homeowner, carried the bag of gold and silver, climbed over the wall, and left. 　　Next, he inquired around and rented a house to live in, hiding his belongings there. It was like a cunning rabbit with three burrows; if he ever escaped the palace, he would have a place to stay.

That night, Li Xiaomin wandered the streets aimlessly, not daring to linger. He took his newly bought, well-fitting clothes
and sneaked over the wall into the palace.

Returning to his room, he found someone sleeping on the bed. Without even looking, Li Xiaomin knew it was his
most beloved Lan'er. He grinned lewdly and reached for the bed.

Because he was generous with his money, giving some of the jewelry he'd dug up to the older palace
maids, all the maids in Consort Yun's palace liked him. Even though Lan'er slept in his room all night,
the maids pretended not to know about their affairs, keeping it a secret from Consort Yun.

Lan'er was fast asleep. Li Xiaomin, having just returned from playing outside, was in high spirits. He quietly undressed her, gazing at her fair, delicate body, and lowered his head to gently lick and suck
her high, firm breasts . 　　Lan'er moaned softly a few times, opened her beautiful eyes, and seeing that he had returned, she smiled, embraced his head, her phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, her face flushed, enjoying the exciting feeling that her brother Xiaomin was giving her. 　　Under Li Xiaomin's tutelage, she no longer questioned his behavior. Although she felt that her brother Xiaomin was somewhat mysterious, she dared not ask too many questions because she was full of awe for him. Therefore, even if Li Xiaomin was cultivating immortal techniques in the dense forest outside and did not return all night, Lan'er would obediently sleep in his room all night, waiting for him to return. 　　That night, Li Xiaomin used his nimble fingers and tongue to bring Lan'er to orgasm several times before holding her and falling asleep together. 　　Before falling asleep, he gently kissed the beautiful girl in his arms, his mind hazy as he thought, "We're quite like husband and wife like this... It's just a pity... Sigh!" 　　He sighed inwardly, then thought, "My lower body has been feeling hot and itchy lately, and it gets even hotter after practicing immortal arts. Could it be that I'm really close to success?" 　　The next night, Li Xiaomin sneaked out of the palace again. 　　In his rented room, he changed into a white scholar's robe. Li Xiaomin looked at himself in the mirror and saw a handsome young man appear in the reflection. He was overjoyed, proud of his dashing good looks, unmatched in the world . Indeed, he was a refined and outstanding eunuch. 　　Yue Niang and You'er were also standing in the room, watching him in his scholar's robe, looking smug. They covered their mouths and laughed, but they couldn't help but admire his exceptional handsomeness. Even among the princes of past dynasties, none could match him. 　　Li Xiaomin recently noticed that his appearance was constantly changing, basically becoming more and more like his past self, like when he was a teenager. Yet, there were subtle differences, making him infinitely more handsome than before. Perhaps the difference between handsome and ugly appearances lies only in these subtle details. 　　He paced back and forth in the room, pondering, "You'er, Yue Niang, where do you think we should go play now?" 　　Both women had been in the palace for too long and were unfamiliar with the outside world. Although they were excited and wanted to see the bustling world, they could only look at each other, unsure where to go first. 　　Li Xiaomin took out a folding fan, opened it with a snap, and fanned himself lightly twice, displaying a dashing and debonair air. He smiled and said, "Since you don't know, then I'll tell you—let's go to the Qinhuai River and stroll around the pleasure boats!" 　　You'er was stunned for a moment, then blushed deeply, covering her face and scolding, "Young master, you're so lecherous! Isn't that where prostitutes stay?" 　　Li Xiaomin nodded and smiled, "That's right, I want to go there to observe the people's conditions. Maybe I can even run into some powerful people and learn about the current situation in the court." 　　Yue Niang chimed in, "Master is right. Master is a dragon among men; he cannot stay in the palace for long. It's better to understand the political situation as soon as possible before deciding on his future path." 　　Li Xiaomin was pleased by her flattery, his eyes crinkling with laughter. He nodded repeatedly, then led the bewildered You'er and the hopeful Yue Niang out the door, heading towards the Qinhuai River . 　　Walking through the bustling streets, observing the throngs of people, Li Xiaomin couldn't help but admire Jinling . It truly was an ancient city, so prosperous even in this era. He wondered how other capitals fared, but perhaps none could compare. 　　Reaching the Qinhuai River, he found it heavily guarded, with dozens of soldiers in gleaming armor carefully protecting the banks. 　　Li Xiaomin, feeling uneasy, feared they were there to arrest him. He quickly hid to the side, climbing onto a rooftop on the riverbank and peering out from the shadows. 　　He saw lavishly decorated pleasure boats moored everywhere on the Qinhuai River. He could vaguely make out beautiful women moving about on the boats, their graceful figures stirring a desire within him, yet he dared not approach . 　　After waiting for a long time, he finally saw two people appear on the largest pleasure boat and disembark . 　　Nearby soldiers surrounded them, their faces wary, loyally protecting the two . Li Xiaomin realized these soldiers weren't there to arrest him, but rather to guard these two. 　　He looked closely and saw that the two were very young, appearing to be fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in luxurious clothes, clearly sons of wealthy families. The one in front had delicate features, skin like jade, and a touch of heroic spirit in his brows, yet was also extremely handsome; if he were a woman, he would surely 　　be a beauty that could topple kingdoms. 　　The boy behind him seemed younger, with a frail appearance, but a bitter smile on his face, secretly glancing at the boy in front, as if worried about something. 　　The two disembarked from the boat, and soldiers brought them fine horses to ride. As they mounted and were about to leave, they suddenly saw a dozen or so horses galloping towards the pleasure boats on the Qinhuai River. 　　A group of soldiers immediately became alert, their hands on their sword hilts, surrounding the two boys. 　　A dozen or so fine horses galloped closer, and a young man spurred his horse forward, leaping over the crowd to stand before the two. He cupped his hands in greeting and smiled, "Your Highness, what a coincidence to meet you here!" The slightly younger boy returned the greeting with a wry smile, "Your Highness, Prince Liang, what a coincidence! Are you here for a visit 　　as well ?"

Li Xiaomin was surprised to hear this, never expecting to encounter the crown princes of two different countries here.

Although he had never met them before, he could guess that the one called the Crown Prince was clearly
Li Zhao, the Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty, who was fifteen years old at the time. His mother was originally the Empress, and he had been made Crown Prince three years ago,
residing in the Crown Prince's Palace outside the main palace. He was said to be weak-willed, but due to the power of his maternal family,
his position as Crown Prince was relatively secure.

The young man who rode up on horseback looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old, exuding a fierce and imposing aura,
but with a somewhat frivolous expression. He was likely the envoy sent by the Northern Zhao Kingdom, the younger brother of the Northern Zhao Emperor,
Prince Liang, Zhao Guang. Since his brother had no heir, he was the first in line to the throne. Moreover, he was
quite skilled in martial arts, and although the Northern Zhao royal family was prosperous and numerous, no one could take his place as Crown Prince
.

According to what Li Xiaomin had recently overheard in the palace, Zhao Guang was originally sent by the emperor of Northern Zhao to negotiate peace. The
Tang Dynasty treated him as an honored guest, but Northern Zhao had already occupied the northern Central Plains and was very powerful. Furthermore, it had formed an alliance with the neighboring
Chen Kingdom. If the Tang Dynasty were attacked from both sides, it would certainly be unable to withstand the onslaught. Therefore, the Tang Dynasty
was quite enthusiastic about the alliance and treated Zhao Guang with great hospitality, fearing that he might anger him and invite a large Northern Zhao
army to invade the south.

Zhao Guang exchanged a few pleasantries with the Crown Prince, then looked up at the young man beside the Crown Prince, cupped his hands, and smiled, "This
gentleman, may I ask your name?"

The young man looked up at the sky, coldly snorted, and displayed an arrogant demeanor.

Zhao Guang's expression changed, and the Crown Prince hurriedly cupped his hands, saying, "This is my cousin Li... Li Zhen. He rarely
goes out and therefore doesn't talk much to people. Please forgive him, Prince Liang!"

He hurriedly said a few words, then took his leave, pulling Li Zhen along the main road,
heading straight for the imperial city.

The procession had gone several dozen paces when suddenly the sound of hooves arose. A cavalry unit charged from the side
, heading straight for the Crown Prince's carriage.

Li Xiaomin turned to look and saw that each rider in the cavalry unit was masked in black cloth, clad in armor
, and brandishing gleaming steel swords, charging wildly, their murderous aura filling the long street, chilling to the bone.

The prince's guards paled and immediately assumed defensive stances, shouting, "Protect the Prince! Protect the
Prince!"

Dozens of knights spurred their horses forward, instantly shattering the guards' defenses. With each swing of their steel blades, blood splattered
, and screams echoed through the air. More than ten guards lay dead on the spot, their bodies rendered unspeakable

. Prince Li Zhao, terrified, turned and fled. Dozens of guards protected him as they fought their way
back towards the pleasure boat.

The young man who had come with him was also pale with fright, spurring
his horse to flee. However, in his panic, he managed to escape into a narrow alley.

Only a dozen or so guards remained with him, also protecting him as they retreated.

The masked knights immediately split into two groups: a large majority pursued the prince, while a smaller group
chased the young man, brandishing their swords and shouting, "Kill Li Zhao! Kill Zhenping!"
Their menacing and chilling aura was palpable.

On the rooftop, Yue Niang stood beside Li Xiaomin and exclaimed, "It's Princess Zhenping!"

Li Xiaomin was also startled. He had heard of Princess Zhenping before; she was said to be the Empress's eldest
daughter, a year older than Li Zhao, and likely Li Zhao's full sister. She was said to be sixteen years old, with unparalleled
beauty, and favored by her parents, enjoying immense privilege. She had little contact with the disgraced Consort Yun
, so he, a mere eunuch, naturally had no chance to meet her.

Hearing that it was Princess Zhenping, Li Xiaomin hurriedly looked up and indeed saw the young woman with
fair skin and a beautiful face, clearly a woman disguised as a man. He thought to himself, "The Crown Prince is dead, but
it would be such a pity if such a beautiful princess were killed by assassins!"

With this thought, he strode forward, running swiftly across the rooftops, leaping over ridges, and in a flash
, reached the alley where Princess Zhenping had fled, running rapidly over the walls.

After days of training, aided by immortal techniques, his lightness skill had surpassed that of ordinary contemporary
warriors. At this moment, running at full speed, he even outpaced a galloping horse. Both sides, seeing his
figure rapidly running across the wall, were astonished, unsure whether he was friend or foe, and secretly worried.

In the alley, more than ten masked knights wielding steel swords were fighting a dozen guards. These
masked knights were clearly far more skilled than the guards, and soon they had slaughtered them all
. Under the guards' desperate counterattack, the masked assassins also suffered heavy casualties, leaving only three or five
men. They surrounded Princess Zhenping, chuckling coldly, their eyes flashing with murderous intent.

Princess Zhenping looked around at her enemies, her eyes filled with terror.

This trip out of the palace was something she had forced her younger brother to do, and she had even fantasized about visiting a
pleasure boat to see the famous courtesans. She never expected to encounter assassins, and she couldn't help but regret her decision
.

"Kill her! Without her slander, Prince Luling can defeat Li Zhao and ascend the throne!" A deep,
fierce voice came from beneath the black veil. The lead assassin raised his steel blade and brought it down with a vicious slash.

With a clang, a flash of cold light tore through the night, striking the blade and
deflecting it.

A dark figure leaped from the wall, flying like lightning onto Princess Zhenping's horse. He snatched
the whip from the terrified princess's hand, struck the horse's rump sharply, and instantly broke through the enemy's
encirclement, galloping away down the alley.

The masked assassin stared, only to see that what had deflected his blade was a small silver ingot. He was secretly
alarmed, but unwilling to abandon Princess Zhenping, he led his men, spurring their horses into a frenzy,
chasing after the fleeing figures.

Li Xiaomin, carrying Princess Zhenping, rode alongside her, desperately spurring his horse to flee. Li Xiaomin's hand rested on
Princess Zhenping's lower abdomen, feeling its softness and intoxicating fragrance. A surge of desire welled up within him, and he thought to himself,
"She really is a girl, it feels so good!"

This was only the second woman he had carried. Just as he was about to take advantage of the situation, he suddenly heard shouts of battle behind him
. Turning around, he saw several dark figures on horseback chasing after him, gradually closing in. He was greatly alarmed.

While rescuing a damsel in distress and taking advantage of the situation was indeed exhilarating, being chased was far less pleasant.
After mastering his martial arts, Li Xiaomin had never actually fought a real battle, and he was still somewhat flustered. He thought
of using a hidden weapon to kill the assassins behind him, just like before.

He casually pulled a silver ingot from his pocket, threw it backward with all his might, and heard a scream. The
ingot flew like lightning, striking an assassin squarely in the shoulder, knocking him off his horse and causing him
to struggle on the ground.

Li Xiaomin thought to himself, "What a pity! I hit the wrong person!"

He had originally intended to hit the nearest enemy, but in his fear, he lost his aim and instead knocked down
another assassin—a lucky accident.

He pulled out another silver ingot, aimed at the enemy behind him, and threw it with force. With a crack, it struck the enemy squarely in the face .
The enemy fell backward from his horse, his steel sword flying far away, landing on the ground with a clanging
sound. Li Xiaomin was secretly delighted and was about to repeat the same method, but after searching his body, he could find nothing else to use as a hidden weapon

besides his few magical artifacts . 　　In desperation, he reached out and groped Princess Zhenping's body, hoping to find something to use as ammunition to attack the enemy. 　　Princess Zhenping, after recovering from her shock, realized that she was being tightly embraced by a young man. Feeling embarrassed, she suddenly felt his hands groping her, and he was touching sensitive areas. She thought he had suddenly become lustful, and she was both ashamed and angry, struggling violently. 　　Li Xiaomin held her hands down, casually tore off a waist token from her waist, and was about to throw it behind her to injure the enemy when he turned around and saw that the assassins had already turned around and fled for their lives, carrying their wounded companions. 　　Li Xiaomin laughed heartily, feeling like a hero who had repelled a large number of martial arts masters with a single move. Just as he was about to boast, he heard a loud slap and felt a sharp pain on his face. He had been slapped hard by the enraged Princess Zhenping . 　　Li Xiaomin was stunned by the slap, covering his face and looking at Princess Zhenping in surprise, stammering, "Why, why did you hit me?" 　　Princess Zhenping pushed him away forcefully, not wanting too much physical contact with him, and said angrily, "You scoundrel, how dare you defy your superior, bullying me!" 　　Li Xiaomin had kindly tried to help someone, but instead received a slap, and was filled with anger, glaring at her. 　　Princess Zhenping was not to be outdone, and glared back at him, looking at his handsome face, a thought suddenly occurred to her: "This lad is quite handsome, much more handsome than his brothers!" 　　Under the moonlight, a man and a woman rode together on the same horse, glaring at each other angrily. 　　By the moonlight, Li Xiaomin could clearly see that the girl before him was about sixteen or seventeen years old , two or three years older than he appeared. Dressed in men's clothing, she possessed a unique, spirited air, yet her breathtaking beauty could not be concealed. He was both annoyed and irresistibly drawn to her . 　　After glaring at her for a while, Li Xiaomin suddenly grabbed her, lowered his head, and fiercely kissed her cherry lips . 　　Princess Zhenping was caught off guard, letting out only a cry before her soft lips silenced her. She was both ashamed and angry, struggling fiercely, but Li Xiaomin held her tightly, her arms unable to move. She could only writhe like a mermaid, her fragrant shoulders pushing against his chest, but she couldn't push him away. 　　Li Xiaomin's tongue plunged into her mouth, teasing her sweet tongue. His kissing skills , honed through countless practice sessions with Lan'er, were already highly refined. After several rounds of teasing, Princess Zhenping was panting heavily, her body weak and limp, leaning against him, unable to resist his advances . 　　Taking advantage of this opportunity, Li Xiaomin's hand slipped inside Princess Zhenping's clothes, caressing her jade-like skin, reaching her chest to touch her small, delicate breasts. While kneading them, he could n't help but laugh, "So small! Truly 'Princess Zhenping'!" 　　To be fair, Princess Zhenping's breasts weren't small; in this era, they were slightly larger than those of girls her age. However, Li Xiaomin was used to touching Lan'er's well-developed breasts and hadn't touched other girls before, so Princess Zhenping's breasts naturally appeared smaller in comparison. 　　Princess Zhenping, already weak and breathless, resigned to his actions, was immediately overcome with shame and anger upon hearing these words. She bit his lip hard, causing Li Xiaomin to cry out in pain. He then pinched her nipple forcefully with his right hand, making her scream and almost fall off her horse . 　　Li Xiaomin licked his lips; they tasted salty, indicating she had bitten them. Angered, he was about to pinch her nipple a few more times in return when he suddenly heard shouts of a large army behind them, including cries of "Protect the Crown Prince!" Clearly, the city guards had arrived to disperse the assassins and protect Li Zhao and Princess Zhenping. 　　Li Xiaomin knew that if he didn't leave now, he would never be able to leave again. Though reluctant, he could only lower his head and kiss Princess Zhenping fiercely, leaving two deep red finger marks on her small, jade-like breasts before releasing his grip. He then kicked his horse hard, leaping onto the roof, turning back to smile slightly at Princess Zhenping, and blowing her a kiss. 　　Princess Zhenping, clutching her chest in pain, tears streaming down her face, suddenly saw the lecherous thief making strange movements on the wall. Overwhelmed with shame and anger, she turned and shouted to the approaching city guards, " Catch that thief!" 　　Li Xiaomin dared not stay there waiting for them. He strode forward, clearing the rooftop in a few strides, ignoring the soldiers' shouts behind him, his figure disappearing into the night. 　　He ran quickly, until he reached the other side of Jinling City, where he stopped to catch his breath, knowing that the city guards would never catch up. 　　Suddenly, the sounds of fighting erupted ahead, startling Li Xiaomin. 　　He rushed over, peered down from the rooftop, and breathed a slight sigh of relief: the fighters weren't city guards, but civilian warriors dressed in various colors. 　　One burly man raised his hand and shouted, "The territory of the East City belongs to our Green Bamboo Gang ! No one can take it away! Brothers, give them a good beating!" 　　On the other side, a bearded man also raised his arm and shouted, "Kings and generals are not born into their positions! The East City..."

"This territory is ours! Brothers, once we take this land, we'll live the high life, and we'll all share the good fortune
!"

The civilian warriors on both sides shouted this, and began to fight fiercely. Gripping
axes and clubs, they slashed and hacked in all directions, and people fell to the ground, screaming in agony.

Li Xiaomin watched from the rooftop for a long time, noticing that their movements were as slow as snails
, completely incomparable to his own. He nodded secretly, feeling gratified: clearly, he had
far surpassed ordinary warriors. Although he didn't know what the masters of this era looked like, ordinary
warriors were no match for him.

These gang fights were nothing new; the citizens of Jinling were already used to it. They
fought fiercely, and the patrolling soldiers occasionally passed by, but they ignored them.
At most, one or two patrol captains would shout a few words to warn them not to harm civilians, and then lead their teams away
, ignoring their disputes.

Li Xiaomin watched for a long time, his hands itching to fight. Seeing no soldiers nearby, he leaped down,
darted into the crowd, reached out, and snatched an axe from a warrior, tossing it to the ground.

The warrior, raising his axe high, was about to strike the enemy in front of him when suddenly, a blur
flashed before his eyes, like a gentle breeze, and he felt his hand go lightly. The axe fell to the ground, and before he could even see what had happened, he froze on the
spot.

Li Xiaomin, like a butterfly flitting among flowers, swiftly weaved through the crowd, snatching knives, axes, and clubs from their hands
, tossing them away. A clattering sound followed, and dozens of gang members
stood there dumbfounded, their weapons falling to the ground.

Li Xiaomin, his fighting spirit ignited, strode to the Green Bamboo Gang leader and reached for the ghost-headed
saber in his hand.

The man, however, was much stronger than his men. Seeing a hand reaching out from the darkness to take the knife, he hurriedly took
a step back and swung his saber to strike.

Li Xiaomin missed his target and let out a soft "Eh!" Seeing the blade coming at him, he dodged, using
the Seven Star Step to instantly circle around to the Green Bamboo Gang leader's side. He extended his fingers, lightly placing them on the leader's elbow, and with a slight exertion, the man cried out in pain, his arm bone feeling as if it were about to crack. With a clang, he threw the ghost-headed knife to the ground. 　　Li Xiaomin laughed loudly, then retreated, running backwards for more than ten steps, kicking away several loyal thugs. His right hand swung back, landing on another gang leader's throat. With a gentle squeeze, the man felt weak all over, his blood clotted, and he almost fainted. 　　Li Xiaomin released his grip, swayed, and stepped aside. With his hands behind his back, he looked up to the sky and chanted, "Fellow heroes, you are all outstanding heroes of the Tang Dynasty. Why fight to the death over such a small territory?" 　　The leader of the Green Bamboo Gang rubbed his elbow. Looking from afar, he saw Li Xiaomin's handsome features, flowing robes, and elegant bearing as he stood proudly under the moonlight, exuding an indescribable air of freedom. He was filled with suspicion and shouted, "Who are you, and why are you meddling in our affairs?" 　　Another gang leader, also filled with suspicion, was about to question him when he suddenly noticed a waist token on the ground . It had fallen from the young man's person when he stepped back. 　　He was a discerning man and, seeing that the token was extraordinary, hurriedly picked it up. Looking at it in the moonlight , he cried out, prostrated himself, and kowtowed, saying, "This humble one, Du Guang, pays his respects to Your Excellency!" 　　Everyone was startled to see him kneel. Li Xiaomin was even more puzzled, wondering where the "sir's" words came from. 　　Du Guang crawled forward on his knees, holding the waist token in both hands, trembling as he presented it, his face showing a mixture of surprise and joy, but also a hint of fear. 　　Li Xiaomin knew the problem lay in the waist token. He took it and examined it in the moonlight, only to see that the token was made of gold, engraved with four large characters: 　　"As if I were personally present!" 　　Li Xiaomin suddenly understood. This waist token had been found on Princess Zhenping earlier. He had originally intended to use it as a hidden weapon to attack the masked assassins, but the assassins had escaped quickly, and the gold token had been left on him. As to whether this gold token was a gift from the emperor or something she had extorted from her brother Li Zhao, that remained unknown. 　　Now that the gold token had fallen out of his possession and been seen by Du Guang, it was no wonder that Du Guang mistook him for a member of the court. Li Xiaomin, a sudden inspiration struck him. He raised the gold medal, displaying it to the crowd, and shouted, "Since you 've already recognized my identity, kneel down before me!" 　　Chen Lin, the leader of the Green Bamboo Gang, possessed superb internal strength and sharper eyesight than others. He vaguely saw the words on the medal and was greatly alarmed. He immediately knelt down, repeatedly apologizing, "Please forgive me, Your Excellency! Please forgive me!" 　　With the two gang leaders kneeling, the remaining members naturally dared not stand. In an instant, the sounds of thuds filled the air as members of both gangs knelt, leaving only the short boy standing out. (Chapter 5, Episode 1: Rebirth) 　Li Xiaomin felt a surge of exhilaration. He had jumped out earlier partly to show off his martial arts skills and partly to look cool. He had n't expected that martial arts masters received far less respect than court officials. The Chinese people's respect for officials is a long-standing tradition, unchanged from ancient times to the present. 　　He coughed lightly, striking a pose of authority, and said in a deep voice, "Since I have already revealed my whereabouts, I will not hide it from you. I have received a secret order from the Crown Prince to summon you, with imperial instructions!" 　　The two gang leaders, not quite understanding this official jargon, could only vaguely guess, and kowtowed, saying: "Sir, what are your orders? Please speak freely! We will obey!" 　　Li Xiaomin sighed, looking up at the sky. "Do you know that Northern Zhao is an enemy state of our Great Tang? They are currently preparing to attack our Great Tang! You are heroes of our Great Tang, meant to serve your country and fight on the battlefield. Why are you turning against each other and fighting amongst yourselves for some small territory? Doesn't this cause pain to your loved ones and joy to your enemies?" 　　Hearing his righteous rebuke, the two gang leaders broke out in a cold sweat and kowtowed, saying, "We also want to serve our country, but we have no way to do so, so we have to mingle in the marketplace. Please understand, sir!" 　　Li Xiaomin shook his head and smiled, "That's exactly why I've come. His Highness the Crown Prince has already informed His Majesty that a volunteer army needs to be established outside the regular army and given special training. If Northern Zhao and Chen..."

"The nation is advancing, and this righteous army could be a surprise attack! Are you willing to raise a righteous army and serve the country loyally
?"

His words were a mix of classical and vernacular Chinese, which the two gang leaders didn't quite understand, but they guessed the general meaning and
exclaimed in surprise, "Does Your Excellency mean that we should establish a righteous army and prepare for war?"

Li Xiaomin smiled and said, "That's exactly what I mean. If you establish a righteous army and achieve merit on the battlefield, you will all
be national heroes, and your future rise to prominence will be just around the corner! It's only because you are all heroes of the Jianghu,
skilled in martial arts, and well-informed that I have reported to the Crown Prince that you will form the basis for establishing
the first righteous army of our Great Tang!"

The two gang leaders were both surprised and delighted. If they could really become officials, it would definitely be better than being gangsters and collecting
protection money. They immediately kowtowed, readily agreeing, hoping to climb the social ladder by
associating with the Crown Prince. They reasoned that if the Crown Prince became emperor, they would be his confidants, rising in rank in no time.

They were all shrewd and calculating individuals. Although they hesitated to trust Li Xiaomin due to his young age,
the gold token was undeniably genuine, and Li Xiaomin's high-pitched voice clearly indicated he was a palace eunuch .
No one would believe he wasn't a confidant of the Crown Prince. The Crown Prince was only fifteen years old; favoring young eunuchs
was common, especially since this eunuch was highly skilled in martial arts, likely a master secretly trained by the imperial court. They
frantically flattered him, uttering obsequious words while racking their brains for gifts to
please both the Crown Prince and the eunuch.

The two groups reconciled, becoming like family. To avoid upsetting their superior, the two leaders quickly
ordered their men to carry the injured man back for treatment, while they accompanied their superior to a secret room in a nearby teahouse for
a private discussion.

Li Xiaomin's trip was a sudden inspiration. While chatting with them, he secretly plotted his plan and
quickly fabricated a lie. He claimed to be a close advisor to the Crown Prince, and therefore his affairs were matters of state secret
, which could not be revealed to outsiders. He explained that he had been sent to gather heroes from the martial arts world to prepare for the establishment of a
righteous army. Therefore, this matter of the righteous army must not be told to anyone else; he instructed the gang members he had just met
to keep quiet, lest it be discovered by the enemy and ruin their plans.

The three secretly discussed the matter in a secret room and finally decided to establish a training base on a remote farm owned by the Green Bamboo Gang outside the city
, recruiting refugees for training. The training expenses would be initially covered by the two gangs
, and reimbursed once the court issued operating funds.

The two gang leaders weren't particularly concerned about the money. They usually had no way to present gifts to the Crown Prince
, and now that they had an opportunity to curry favor, they were eager to seize it. They both readily agreed that the training expenses would be
covered by the two gangs, without requiring a single penny from the court!

Li Xiaomin shook his head and smiled, refusing, saying he would definitely repay them in the future. However, he was secretly worried about
where to get the money to pay them for the army.

No matter what, this private army was the first army he had built up, and he
had to get the money to train it into an elite force, waiting for the right opportunity to strike. After

much discussion, everything was settled, and the two gang leaders agreed to share the territory in the east of the city. Li Xiaomin
bowed to them and took his leave, but the two gang leaders insisted on bowing and respectfully seeing him off.

Carrying the gifts the two gang leaders had given to the prince, Li Xiaomin walked triumphantly down the street. Suddenly, he heard
the sound of horses' hooves ahead and hurriedly hid in an alley, not daring to face the people.

A dozen horses slowly passed by on the street in front of the alley. The riders, each holding a sword or spear,
vigilantly watched their surroundings, wary of assassins.

Under the moonlight, Li Xiaomin clearly saw that in the center of the procession was the young Crown
Prince of Northern Zhao, Prince Liang, Zhao Guang, who was already flushed and staggering on his horse, clearly drunk.

A man who appeared to be a retainer rode beside him, supporting him, and said worriedly, "Your Highness, should
n't we stay on the pleasure boat to avoid assassins on the road?"

Zhao Guang shook his head and sneered, "That lousy pleasure boat is full of vulgar women, they don't deserve my company!
The only beautiful woman there even said she only performs, not sells her body, she really doesn't give me any face! Humph, if this were
Bianliang City, I would have already led my troops to wipe them out!"

The retainer said with a fawning smile, "These whores don't know what's good for them, Your Highness doesn't need to lower yourself to their level. When
my army arrives one day, I will make these whores come to Your Highness to kowtow and apologize!"

Li Xiaomin, listening from the shadows, shook his head. This retainer also seemed to have drunk quite a bit, otherwise how could he be
discussing how to send troops to attack the Tang Dynasty on the streets of Jinling?

Zhao Guang chuckled drunkenly, "This Southern Tang is all bark and no bite! Look at this
assassination attempt today! If it weren't for our help, that Crown Prince would probably be dead here too! Ha, guess
who did it, who was preparing to end Li Zhao and Princess Zhenping's lives?"

The retainer frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "Could it really be that Li Xu, the Prince of Luling, son of Consort Qin,
sent someone to do it? That's possible. His maternal grandfather, Qin Yuan, was a renowned general with confidants throughout the Southern Tang
army. And those assassins were all highly skilled in martial arts, especially with their battle-hardened, chilling aura—
clearly from the military. If the Qin family selected assassins from the army to kill Li Zhao and seize the Crown Prince's
position, it wouldn't be surprising ." "Go."

Zhao Guang shook his head and laughed, "Too simple! In my opinion, it's more likely that Li Xiong sent someone to do it
!"

The retainer clapped his hands and exclaimed, "That's right! Prince Danyang, Li Xiong, is the eldest son of the emperor, so naturally he won't accept that
Li Zhao took the position of crown prince. Although his mother died early, his maternal grandfather's family is wealthy and powerful
. With their support, training a group of assassins wouldn't be difficult. If the assassination succeeds this time, that
would be great; if it fails, it can frame Prince Luling, Li Xu, making Li Zhao and Li Xu fight to the death!
This is a brilliant plan! Your Highness can see through the scheme at a glance; you are truly a genius, unmatched by anyone
!"

Zhao Guang laughed heartily and led his men away into the distance .

Under the moonlight, a slender figure emerged from the shadows, watching the departing group of Northern Zhao
members, and sighed deeply.

Palace intrigue is indeed unbelievably treacherous. Right here in the bustling city of Jinling, with
powerful enemies outside and palace intrigues within, the Southern Tang dynasty was on the verge of collapse.

However, this also created his opportunity. That righteous army was the foundation of his rise.
If the time was right, and a surprise attack was launched, who knew he wouldn't achieve great success?

In this turbulent capital, where every move had far-reaching consequences,
couldn't an unknown eunuch stir up a storm?

A surge of ambition welled up within Li Xiaomin. He believed that with his relentless efforts
, he would surely become a great eunuch, remembered throughout history!

His mind filled with the glorious images of Zheng He and Wei Zhongxian, the ambitious young eunuch Xiaomin sat in
his room, holding a stolen map, intently studying the state of the world.

History had changed drastically, seemingly since the Xia Dynasty, quite different from what he knew
.

Yu's son established the Xia Dynasty, which stood for over a thousand years before being
destroyed by the rebellious Qin Dynasty. Four hundred years later, the Qin Dynasty disintegrated, splitting and reuniting repeatedly. Five
hundred years after the Song Dynasty, which had unified the world, it has seen countless states rise and fall, resulting in the current situation of multiple states coexisting.

However, Xiaominzi doesn't care much about foreign countries. Apart from the most powerful Northern Zhao and the neighboring Chen
State, the others are not within his current consideration.

The country he currently belongs to calls itself the Great Tang, but is called the Southern Tang by other countries.
Judging from the territory shown on the map, Li Xiaomin also feels that calling it the Southern Tang is more appropriate.

In the Southern Tang palace, he mainly focuses on three princes.

Crown Prince Li Zhao, currently fifteen years old, is the sixth son of Li Yu,
but was named Crown Prince because his mother is the Empress.

His maternal grandfather, Zhou Tai, was also quite powerful. As the Left Chancellor, with the help of Empress Zhou
, the Zhou family, a powerful clan for generations, had become the most influential force in the court, with countless disciples, many
of whom were high-ranking officials.

However, their influence could not extend too far into the military. The thirteenth prince, Li Xu, was thirteen years old
and was enfeoffed as the Prince of Luling last year. His mother was Consort Qin, who ten years ago was Li Yu's most favored concubine
and still enjoys great favor. Therefore, her son's status rose accordingly,

and he was enfeoffed as a prince at a young age. Consort Qin's father, Qin Yuan, was a famous general who had led troops in numerous campaigns and achieved great military exploits
. Although he was now old, most of the generals in the army belonged to his faction, and the army
firmly stood on Li Xu's side.

The last prince worth noting was the eldest prince, Li Xiong, twenty-two years old, who was
enfeoffed as the Prince of Danyang by Li Yu.

His mother, Consort Qian, died young, passing away before becoming empress. However, his maternal grandfather,
Qian Song, was the Right Chancellor of the court, and his family was incredibly wealthy. They owned numerous shops in the Southern Tang Dynasty, and were
involved in all sorts of businesses. Most merchants in the Tang Dynasty relied on the Qian family's influence; without their permission, no
upstart merchant could achieve anything in the marketplace.

At the time, Qian Song was merely a merchant himself. Although his family had been in business for generations and possessed considerable wealth,
they couldn't compare to a powerful clan like the Zhou family. However, Qian Song had a keen eye for talent. Upon
meeting Li Yu, the fifth prince, he subtly cultivated a relationship, showering him with gifts and money. Because Li Yu loved poetry, calligraphy
, and painting, he spent a fortune buying valuable works for Li Yu to appreciate.

Qian Song's daughter, young and beautiful, was sent to Li Yu's residence as his concubine. At that time,
Li Yu was still young, and he and Consort Qian were mutually attracted, soon giving birth to a son, Li Xiong. Previously, Li Yu had a daughter
but no son. After this son was born, he cherished him dearly. Had Consort Qian not died young, the
position of Crown Prince would most likely have belonged to Li Xiong.

Later, Li Yu's brothers all died of illness. Li Yu ascended the throne and, remembering his roots,
promoted Qian Song, putting him in charge of the national economy. Gradually, he made him the Right Chancellor, a position of great power and influence. The Qian family
's business thus almost monopolized the Tang Dynasty's economy.

However, no matter what, the Qian family was ultimately just a nouveau riche in politics,
far inferior to the Zhou family, whose influence and connections spanned the entire Tang Dynasty. Therefore, they could only helplessly be
overshadowed by the Zhou family, and the position of Crown Prince was obtained by Li Zhao.

These three princes, as they grew older, left the palace at the age of eight or nine to live with wet nurses
and loyal female officials and eunuchs. Later, after being enfeoffed as princes, they even built their own residences, only
occasionally being allowed to enter the palace to visit their mother.

Li Xiaomin pondered silently. Given Qian Song's talent and ambition, and his opportunistic nature,
he certainly wouldn't give up if his grandson couldn't become crown prince.
It wasn't impossible that he could secretly train assassins to kill the crown prince, frame Li Xu, and allow Li Xiong to become crown prince.

This was an internal threat. As for external threats, if the Chen Kingdom and the Northern Zhao joined forces to attack the Tang Dynasty, the Tang would likely be unable to
resist. What Li Xiaomin needed to do was to quickly train an elite army before the northern troops entered the capital
, to profit from the chaos, which might have unexpected results.

Since Heaven had given him this chaotic world, it was to allow him to build a foundation. Li Xiaomin gritted
his teeth and secretly resolved that, no matter what, he must achieve great things! "

The rooster crows, the world turns white;

suddenly, like a spring breeze overnight,

the rooster grows back!"

Li Xiaomin sat on the bed, reciting his newly composed poem, tears streaming down his face
, looking down at his somewhat unfamiliar body, sobbing uncontrollably.

This morning, when he opened his eyes, he found that Lan'er, after a passionate night, was already up cleaning
Consort Yun's room.

That chore was originally his, but ever since Li Yu's hasty departure, Consort Yun had been angry, blaming the eunuch
for bringing bad luck. She no longer wanted him to clean the room, but instead made Lan'er do the work, as if to tire
her out and vent her pent-up resentment.

Besides cleaning Consort Yun's room, Li Xiaomin didn't have to do any other chores; the other
palace maids were already vying to do them. They often received beautiful little trinkets from Li Xiaomin, and having no
way to repay him, they did extra work for him so he could sleep in comfortably.

Without his beautiful concubine by his side, Li Xiaomin should have felt very bored. But he felt...
It was strange, as if something had appeared.

What was it? Was it passion? Li Xiaomin pondered this as he sat up, habitually
looking down, and immediately froze.

After waiting so long, it had finally lived up to expectations, appearing where it was supposed to be!

Although it had arrived late, Li Xiaomin felt no resentment whatsoever, only overwhelming emotion
, tears streaming down his face. He hugged it and wept loudly.

After crying for a long time, Li Xiaomin wiped away his tears, a smile spreading across his face, and choked out, "It seems that having
ambition really changes a person; even a penis will spring forth, truly giving me face!"

Thus, this eunuch, entrusted with the mandate of heaven, became even more determined to seize the throne, his heart as hard as stone,
refusing to back down.

However, determination aside, he was still aware of his own limitations. With his current strength, if he were to lead
that group of thugs out to rebel, he would likely be wiped out before even reaching the palace gates.

Now, Li Xiaomin's task is to secretly cultivate his power and build an army while simultaneously infiltrating
the imperial city, practicing immortal arts and martial arts according to the methods recorded in the Heavenly Book, awaiting mastery.

According to the Heavenly Book, their sect is a combined
sect of disciples of Laozi and Tongtian Jiaozhu, and the imperial palace, with its abundant energy, is the most suitable place to cultivate their immortal arts. Moreover, with
their Yin-Yang dual cultivation technique, if one can find a noblewoman of the royal family as a vessel for focused cultivation, miraculous
results can be achieved, leading to rapid success and powerful magic. Commanding wind and rain, and conjuring soldiers from beans, would
be effortless. In battle, who could withstand such power?

At night, Lan'er, exhausted from a day's work at Yunfei's behest, dragged her weary body back to her and Li
Xiaomin's loving and sweet little house, hoping to find warmth and comfort there. This
was the only hope that kept her going after a long and tiring day.

Everything here is filled with loving memories. To decorate the room beautifully, Lan'er
spent all her time preparing, filling the entire
room with her exquisitely embroidered pillowcases, sheets, and tablecloths.

Opening the door, she was stunned by the furnishings.

Inside, there was a large bathtub filled with steaming
hot water—perfect for bathing.

Li Xiaomin, dressed in soft clothes, sat cross-legged on the bed, smiling slightly. His handsome face held
a hint of mystery, excitement, and tenderness.

Lan'er stared blankly at the bath tub in the room, and asked softly, "Where did all this come from?"

Li Xiaomin smiled and shook his head, saying calmly, "It's nothing, I've already prepared it.
Come and bathe, I've just bathed." Actually,

getting this tub of bathwater didn't take much effort. He simply used his jewelry to curry favor with
the palace maid in charge of bathing utensils, borrowed the large tub often used by Consort Yun, and used his honed superhuman strength and speed to fill the tub
. Then he used his self-cultivated Samadhi True Fire to boil the water, resulting in this tub of steaming hot bathwater
.

After many days of cultivation, his Samadhi True Fire had achieved a small degree of mastery. Although it couldn't be of much use yet,
boiling this tub of water wasn't difficult. However, if any cultivator in the world knew that he actually
used the Samadhi True Fire, the most difficult technique to cultivate in immortal arts, to do such a thing, most would probably vomit blood and faint.

Lan'er knew of his extraordinary abilities and held a strange admiration for him. Without asking further questions,
she smiled happily, closed the door, and began to undress, revealing her snow-white skin.

Li Xiaomin smiled, silently admiring her beautiful body. His expression was calm, but in reality, his throat
bobbed, and he swallowed repeatedly.

He realized then that once he returned to his male body, both physiologically and psychologically, there
were tremendous changes. The allure and impact of this girl's pure and innocent body, which he was so used to seeing
, surprised him, and he felt a wave of dizziness.

Lan'er stripped naked, her snow-white and alluring body fully revealed to Li Xiaomin. She
carefully stepped into the large wooden tub, her long, slender legs moving gracefully. Smiling with delight, she immersed herself in the water, splashing
water and gently washing her jade-like body.

Li Xiaomin slowly walked over, secretly swallowing as he pulled up a chair and sat down beside the tub. He reached
out and used a towel to wipe Lan'er's body.

His hands caressed Lan'er's delicate skin, his heart pounding. He smiled gently, trying to
maintain a calm facade, but his hands involuntarily reached for Lan'er's breasts, gently kneading her two
snow-white breasts, using the bath as an opportunity to grope her.

Lan'er smiled shyly, trying to avoid him. She was getting older, and although she and Li Xiaomin were mutually attracted
and accustomed to such intimate gestures, she was still somewhat shy and couldn't completely let
go. Like a jade wall brushed clean of dust, Lan'er, refreshed and cleansed, radiated a captivating brilliance

, like a precious pearl . 　　When she stood up from the tub, she was like a lotus emerging from the water, pure and exquisite. Water droplets dripped from her long, glossy black hair, framing her stunningly beautiful face and shy expression, making her look like a pure and flawless fairy. 　　Li Xiaomin couldn't help but gape, staring blankly at this exquisitely beautiful body, his heart pounding, a strong feeling of love welling up within him. 　　Lan'er smiled shyly, drying her hair and upper body with a towel. Just as she was about to step out of the tub, Li Xiaomin snapped out of his daze, grabbed a large bath towel, wrapped her entirely in it, and held her in his arms. While wiping the water droplets from her body, he carried her to the bedside and gently placed her on it. 　　Looking at the beautiful girl breathing slightly heavily on the bed, Li Xiaomin lowered his head and pressed his lips to her cherry lips . 　　Lan'er trembled, responding to Li Xiaomin's kiss. For some reason, her brother Xiaomin seemed different today, and his kiss seemed to be mixed with more emotion and excitement, making Lan'er secretly thrilled as well. 　　Night had fallen, enveloping the entire palace. Li Xiaomin smiled, climbed into bed, removed his clothes, and his hands skillfully roamed over Lan'er's body, teasing every sensitive spot, listening to her...

Her moans, like celestial music, filled the room, soft, delicate, and incredibly melodious.

Lan'er tightly embraced his half-naked body, her slender fingers caressing his skin, her fragrant lips, as
usual, kissing his small nipples, her tongue teasing,
igniting Li Xiaomin's uncontrollable desire.

His hand quietly removed his last piece of clothing, parting Lan'er's legs, and he knelt on
her soft, warm body. His right hand gently teased her pure, pristine paradise, feeling
the flowing water there. He felt her increasingly intense panting, her fragrant breath hitting his face
, knowing she was aroused. He gently gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and took her smooth, fragrant tongue into his mouth, sucking
and thrusting forward with intense excitement.

In the midst of her passionate reverie, Lan'er suddenly felt a strange sensation in her lower body, quite
different from usual. She opened her beautiful eyes, panting softly, and looked at her brother, Xiaomin, who was kissing her. However, because his tongue was deeply engulfed in her mouth, she couldn't ask him what kind of magic
he was using . 　　Feeling the warmth and moisture of Lan'er's body, Li Xiaomin's eyes also welled up with tears. He gripped Lan'er's small, fragrant buttocks tightly, his fingers digging deep into them. With a sudden thrust of his hips, he quickly penetrated her, reaching deep into her pure and innocent body. 　　Even though her tongue was tightly held by Li Xiaomin, Lan'er couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. Tears quickly streamed from her eyes as she stared in shock at Li Xiaomin's slightly contorted face, wondering what he had done and why he was causing her so much pain. 　　Li Xiaomin no longer had time to explain. This virgin, who had lived two lives, had forgotten everything, thrusting and pounding only according to instinct, intuitively seeking the source of pleasure. 　　When Lan'er awoke from the excruciating pain, she quickly plunged back into a frenzy of excitement. Under Li Xiaomin's powerful thrusts, she weakly shook her head, moaning softly, struggling to lift her head to look down. In the dim light of the oil lamp in the room, she clearly saw something strange growing on her brother Xiaomin's body. 　　The pure-hearted girl looked with awe at her good brother, who was diligently working on top of her. She thought to herself, "Brother is so amazing! This must be the effect of his magic. He can even give me this extra thing. Is it some kind of magical artifact?" 　　But Li Xiaomin had always told her not to ask too many questions, especially not to tell anyone he knew magic. Therefore, she dared not say anything more, only closing her eyes and wholeheartedly enjoying the intense stimulation her brother was giving her, gradually moving towards a blissful paradise. 　　When Li Xiaomin finally ejaculated inside her, he sighed with satisfaction, climbed off her naked body , and looked down at her snow-white and crimson skin. Tears of joy and emotion streamed down the face of this man who had never been a virgin before, glistening on Lan'er's heaving breasts. 　　He lowered his head and gently kissed away the tears on Lan'er's face, determined to make this night a sweet memory for her forever . 　　Li Xiaomin rose and extinguished the oil lamp on the table a few steps away, plunging the room into darkness. 　　Immediately afterward, the girl's soft moans and the boy's panting filled the room; this night was destined to be a night of passionate and exciting love. 　　In the sky, stars twinkled. A new star in the center of the sky suddenly shone brightly, its light faintly overshadowing the Purple Star, the symbol of the emperor. 　　In the Imperial Observatory, the astrologer observing the night sky shook his head and sighed. Although he didn't know whether this signified good or bad fortune, a deep sense of unease had already arisen in his heart. 　　Though the world was vast, whether it was the Taoist priest observing the stars, the lonely concubine sleeping in her pillow, or Emperor Li Yu of Tang gazing at the sky and sighing with tears in his eyes, none of them could imagine that from this night onward, there would be another man in the palace ! 　　The only one.

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