[Fantasy] A Eunuch Breaks into the Inner Palace (Complete) - 5

In Chapter Nine of the first episode,

the demon standing at the back door of the main hall, brandishing his knife and ambushing Li Xiaomin, sneered, "What a bold little eunuch! How dare you trespass on our territory! You truly don't know the meaning of death!"
Li Xiaomin cupped his hands and smiled obsequiously, "Two ghost immortals, I had no choice. I was ordered to come by my superiors! I only beg you two immortals to do me a favor and give me that Underworld Pearl so I can go back and report. I will definitely burn hundreds of cartloads of paper money for you two immortals so you can have some tea!" The
double-hammer demon's expression changed, and he roared, "You dog eunuch! You dare to bribe us with such a small amount of money! That Underworld Pearl is a precious treasure of the immortals. Even if you give me a mountain of gold, you won't be able to take it away!"
The long-knife demon sneered, "General Sha, why waste words with him? Kill him!"
Before he finished speaking, his long knife had already been raised, suddenly growing several feet in length, sweeping towards Li Xiaomin's waist.
Li Xiaomin was shocked. He pushed off with his feet, sliding diagonally for more than ten feet. With a loud crack, the tree crashed down, having been cleaved in two by that single blade. The crack was smooth as a mirror, revealing hundreds of fine annual rings.
Li Xiaomin's face paled in shock. To use spiritual power in such a way, to materialize the blade's energy and sever a tree with a single stroke—this kind of fierce ghost was no match for even ordinary cultivators. How could he possibly withstand it?
Then he saw the twin-hammered demon, also wielding its hammers, charging forward with a shrill, piercing cry that sent chills down one's spine.
Li Xiaomin leaped high into the air, landing on the branch of a nearby ancient tree, shouting, "Stop! I have something to say!"
The two demons ignored him, rising gracefully and wielding their spiritual weapons, furiously striking his body.
Li Xiaomin cried out in alarm and leaped backward. A deafening crash followed, wood chips flew everywhere, ancient trees shattered into pieces, and thick branches crashed to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.
Li Xiaomin twisted in mid-air, landing steadily on the roof of the rear hall. His face filled with panic, he raised his hands and cried, "I surrender!
I'll do anything you ask, just don't kill me!" The two vengeful ghosts, surprised that he had dodged their barrage of attacks, laughed at his apparent weakness. They landed on the roof, brandishing their swords and hammers, and shouted in unison, "What good are you? Why don't you stay here with us and help us protect this hall!"
Suddenly, Li Xiaomin swung his raised hands forward, and two golden talismans shot through the air, striking the ghosts with two sharp cracks.
Caught off guard, the two ghosts were sent flying backward several steps, their black aura rapidly diminishing amidst the flashing golden light.
Seeing his ambush succeed, Li Xiaomin swiftly unleashed a barrage of talismans, his hands flashing like lightning. Golden beams shot out, crackling sounds mingling with the screams of vengeful ghosts, creating a terrifying and chilling scene on the rooftop shrouded in black mist.
The talismans rained down, striking the two ghosts repeatedly, their magical power rapidly waning. Just as they were filled with fear, they saw the young man, slightly panting, turn and flee. Overjoyed, they knew he could no longer hold on and could no longer unleash talismans, posing
no threat. Li Xiaomin raced across the rooftop, tiles shattering beneath his feet, his heart filled with both fear and anger. He had exhausted all his cultivated immortal power, unleashing so many talismans, yet he still couldn't annihilate the two ghosts. Their strength was astonishing; if they recovered, he would surely die.
Behind him, the talismans clung tightly to the ghosts' bodies, forcing them to circulate their energy to resist the talismans' invasion of their spirits. Unable to give chase, they cried out in desperation.
A long howl arose, and countless heads rapidly rose from the ground in the courtyard, densely packed like a terrifying mushroom of human faces.
In moments, countless vengeful spirits filled the courtyard, each wielding a sword and dagger. Though clad in armor, they were all riddled with wounds, clearly the vengeful spirits of fallen warriors.
Seeing so many vengeful spirits, Li Xiaomin was terrified and desperately fled. The vengeful spirits behind him raised their swords, howling and waving them wildly as they pursued him.
In his panic, Li Xiaomin ran for his life. However, the roof of the hall was dilapidated from years of neglect, and he stomped through a tile, falling into the back hall.
With a series of crashes, Li Xiaomin encountered numerous obstacles on his descent, smashing many tiles and slamming into a beam before crashing heavily to the ground.
In mid-air, he used all his strength to twist his waist, finally landing steadily on his back, avoiding a full-on fall.
Before he could even catch his breath, a white figure suddenly appeared in the air. Two wisps of white mist rapidly gathered, transforming into two beautiful women in mid-air, wielding swords and coldly glaring at him.
These two women appeared to be in their early twenties, one holding a knife in her left hand and a sword in her right. Both were slender, with pointed chins and oval faces, strikingly beautiful, yet their complexions were deathly pale, their gazes sharp as knives. Before Li Xiaomin could speak, they had already raised their swords and shouted in unison, "Madman, prepare to die!"
Even without their introductions, Li Xiaomin knew they were allies with the evil spirits outside. He took a deep breath, loosened his belt, drew a soft sword from his waist, and shouted, "Evil spirit, dare to be so insolent! Behold the power of my immortal master!"
This soft sword was a magical artifact kept in the same box as the Heavenly Book and the Immortal Pill, named the Crystal Blade. Not only could it cut through iron like mud, but it was also imbued with spiritual power, capable of harming even spirits. It was also easy to carry; simply worn at the waist, it resembled a belt. Unless the sword was drawn, no one could tell he dared to violate the law in the palace by carrying a weapon.
Having mustered his courage to shout this, Li Xiaomin had already disregarded life and death. Since he was surrounded by vengeful ghosts and his chances of survival were slim, he might as well fight them to the death; perhaps there was still a chance of survival.
For many days, he had been diligently cultivating his immortal arts using two beautiful palace concubines and a pure young girl as vessels. Now he possessed considerable immortal power, giving him some assurance, and he wasn't too afraid.
The two pretty female ghosts were startled, recognizing the power of the immortal weapon, but they didn't retreat. One wielded a goose-feather saber, the other a frost sword, attacking from the left and right. Their swords flashed, shielding them, and a chilling white aura swept towards Li Xiaomin.
Li Xiaomin suppressed his pounding heart and, following the sword techniques recorded in the sword manual placed alongside the crystalline blade, wielded his sword. Amidst a cacophony of clanging sounds, he managed to deflect both snow-white swords and blades, even managing to counterattack by thrusting a blade straight at the two women's necks.
The two women hastily retreated, nearly suffering spiritual damage from the immortal power emanating from the swords. From that moment on, they no longer underestimated him. The two women brandished their swords, surrounding Li Xiaomin. Amidst the flashing swords and the clashing of blades, a cacophony of hissing sounds filled the air.
The two women moved with incredible speed, their chilling aura terrifying. Li Xiaomin's movements were equally swift. With graceful and elegant movements, he swung the crystalline blade, his figure gliding through the hall, employing exquisite sword techniques to engage the two women in battle.
At the hall's entrance, a deafening roar erupted. A massive hammer slammed into the doorway, smashing it open. Two burly, malevolent ghosts strode in, brandishing their weapons, glaring at Li Xiaomin, wishing they could kill him instantly.
The two female ghosts abruptly withdrew, coldly staring at the two demons. They said
in chilling voices, "General Sha, General Zeng, now that this eunuch has come to the inner palace, it's our territory. It's only right that we take action!" The long-sword demon braced himself on the ground and let out a heavy snort. The double-hammer demon said sullenly, "Fine, since Miss Feng and Shuang have spoken, this little eunuch is yours! But if you can't handle him, our brothers have been itching for a fight!"
The two women nodded and charged at Li Xiaomin again, brandishing their blades. The swords danced incredibly fast, flashing with cold light. A white light surrounded the three, obscuring their figures from the demons outside.
In the air, countless armored demons gradually appeared, each with a hideous appearance, grinning maliciously at Li Xiaomin, constantly playing with their weapons, all looking restless and eager.
The two women used all their skills, fighting Li Xiaomin to a standstill. Seeing that the little eunuch's swordsmanship was exquisite and they couldn't do anything to him, they exchanged a glance, suddenly retreated, raised their gleaming swords high, and shrieked sharply, "You choose the path to hell when there's a way to heaven! Behold the power of my wind-and-frost swords!"
Li Xiaomin was already covered in sweat from the battle, and if he didn't stop, he feared he would collapse from exhaustion. He was only holding on by sheer willpower. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the two women retreat, he suddenly saw a flash of cold light, as if an extremely cold aura was attacking him!
A howling wind rushed towards him, and Li Xiaomin shivered violently, feeling an intense chill penetrating to his bones. The cold wind that swept across his cheeks seemed to have a physical form, cutting painfully.
Since entering the Ghost Palace, Li Xiaomin had filled his body with immortal power for protection, but now the cold wind had instantly torn through the protective layer, leaving bloody cuts on his face.
Li Xiaomin was shocked and took several steps back. He pressed his hands together in a magic seal, channeling his immortal power to create a thick layer around himself to defend against the attacking ghosts.
The two beautiful female ghosts held their swords horizontally, their feet moving according to the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) positions, standing on the Xun position. They chanted incantations, and white shadows flashed, emerging from their swords. A gale howled from where they stood, carrying the shapes of swords and blades, shooting straight at Li Xiaomin!
Li Xiaomin shouted loudly, his crystalline blade flashing like a whirlwind, deflecting the wind-borne swords and blades with a series of clanging sounds. However, he was ultimately no match for the increasingly fierce and dense barrage of swords and blades, and retreated step by step.
Seeing him retreat, the two women were greatly encouraged. With a whoosh, one extended her left hand and the other her right, clasping them together. The wind suddenly intensified, and snow-white swords and blades shot out like a storm, enveloping everything within a radius of several feet around Li Xiaomin.
The armored demons behind Li Xiaomin had already seized the opportunity to escape to the side. Swords and blades flew past him at lightning speed, striking the walls with a series of hissing sounds, piercing through them and creating countless small holes that allowed light to stream into the dark hall.
Li Xiaomin retreated step by step, his crystalline blade wildly swung, blocking most of the flying swords and blades, but many small, frost-covered blades still flew past him, shattering his protective aura and leaving bloody gashes on his body.
Suddenly, the two women screamed in unison, the wind they emitted instantly becoming incredibly fast, the small swords and blades mixed in increasing in speed and density many times over. They crashed into the crystalline blades, leaving Li Xiaomin powerless to resist. He was sent flying backward by the wind and frost-covered blades, crashing through the riddled walls and landing in the backyard. The
backyard was shrouded in white mist, indistinct and shadowy, obscuring the surrounding scenery. Li Xiaomin was knocked to the ground by the powerful impact. Just as he was about to get up, white mist swirled around him like snakes, instantly sweeping away his remaining immortal power and turning into white ribbons that bound him tightly like a giant rice dumpling.
Two beautiful women in white dresses emerged from the hole Li Xiaomin had smashed through, coldly smiling and brandishing swords. Looking at Li Xiaomin writhing on the ground, they said in a chilling voice, "Since you dared to trespass here, you should have known what your fate would be! Accept your destiny!"
The two women raised their swords high, ready to strike and take Li Xiaomin's life!
Li Xiaomin looked at the two deadly beauties in despair, sighed deeply, and closed his eyes, awaiting death. He only needed the swords to fall before he left this world and turned into smoke!
At this final moment, a delicate young girl's voice suddenly cried out, "Aunt Feng, Aunt Shuang!"
A wisp of smoke rose from Li Xiaomin's chest, gradually growing larger and condensing in the air to form a beautiful young girl—the adorable You'er, whom Li Xiaomin always carried with him.
As instructed by Li Xiaomin, she had been hiding within the Soul-Gathering Jade, hung around his neck with silk threads, and carefully placed inside his underwear. Because the outside was surrounded by vengeful ghosts, and the situation was dangerous, and You'er's fighting power was negligible, Li Xiaomin had long ago instructed her not to come out. Now, knowing that Li Xiaomin was about to be killed, she could no longer restrain herself and flew out to block the two female ghosts, never expecting that the two fierce-looking women before her were actually acquaintances from her past life.
Just as the two women in white were about to strike with their swords, they suddenly saw You'er and were greatly startled. They took a step back, looked at her carefully for a long time, and then exclaimed, "Princess Lingbao, how could it be you!"
You'er, her face full of panic and surprise, spread her arms and stood in front of Li Xiaomin, crying out, "Aunt Feng, Aunt Shuang, what are you doing here? Why did you harm my young master?"
The two women, Feng and Shuang, also exclaimed in surprise, "This little eunuch, why do you call him young master?"
As they were questioning each other, the double-hammer demon and the long-sword demon, along with a large number of armored ghosts, floated over.
Upon seeing You'er, they were all greatly startled and knelt down, crying out, "Princess Lingbao! Where did Your Highness come from?" You'er stared at them in astonishment. Although she guessed that they might be generals from the previous dynasty and might have seen her during a military review, she really didn't recognize them.
Seeing the chaotic scene, with everyone talking at once and making no sense, the two women sighed, "Never mind, His Majesty is inside. He would be overjoyed to know the princess is here. Let's go inside and talk!"
The two women led the way, with You'er supporting the bound Li Xiaomin, followed by two evil spirits and their numerous followers. They entered the innermost hall amidst the commotion, where they saw an emperor wearing a flat-topped crown and covered in blood standing high on the jade steps. The demons roared and prostrated themselves, shouting, "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"
The imposing figure in the dragon robe slowly turned around. Upon seeing You'er, Li Xiaomin trembled violently and cried out, "You'er, it really is you!"
You'er released Li Xiaomin and rushed over, throwing herself into the emperor's arms, crying out, "Father! I've been in the forest for three hundred years, unable to see you even once!"
Li Xiaomin staggered, barely managing to stand, and looked around. All he saw were blood-soaked demons; the only clean ones were the two beautiful women in white. The father and daughter weeping in each other's arms were clearly not human either. The room was filled with wronged spirits, and he was the only living person standing in the center of them. He was filled with both fear and astonishment.
The father and daughter wept for a while, and then the emperor asked You'er about her life over the past three hundred years. You'er recounted everything, leaving her father deeply moved. She told him about the immortal who had guided her, instructing her to wait for a destined person who could save her from her suffering, and she also told him that she had recognized Li Xiaomin as her master. The Ghost King was greatly surprised. He looked up at Li Xiaomin in the center of the hall, his eyes solemn, yet secretly filled with murderous intent, as if he harbored ill intentions.
You'er, with tears in her eyes, looked at her father who had been dead for many years and asked in a trembling voice, "Father, after so many years, why haven't you been reincarnated?"
The last emperor of the Great Wu Dynasty pounded his chest and sighed, saying bitterly, "That traitor Li Zhihao betrayed his lord, stole my throne, and took my life! Even as a vengeful ghost, I will never let him go!"
Li Xiaomin listened intently below and gradually understood the whole story.
It turned out that this last emperor of the Great Wu Dynasty, Yang Pu, was originally a ruler of great talent and ambition, developing the country's economy and expanding the army, eager to realize his grand plans. Unfortunately, he encountered the wrong person; his most trusted general, Li Zhihao, rebelled, attacked the capital, and surrounded the imperial city. Anyone who came out was killed with a single blow, leaving no survivors.
When the rebel army stormed the palace, Emperor Wu fought and retreated, eventually reaching this main hall. There, he and his generals Sha and Zeng led three hundred elite soldiers in a desperate defense, until they were all slaughtered by the surging enemy forces.
The two demons with double hammers and longswords were the two generals who had loyally protected their lord and died alongside him. The two women, Feng and Shuang, came from martial arts families and had been hired by Emperor Wu at great expense to protect his concubines and beloved daughters. However, they were both killed by the rebel army during the chaos of war; despite their exceptional martial arts skills, they could not withstand the overwhelming enemy numbers.
Betrayed by his subordinates and wiped out, Emperor Wu, filled with resentment, vowed never to reincarnate, determined to remain in the mortal world as a vengeful ghost to seek revenge on the traitor. His three hundred loyal warriors followed the two generals, guarding Emperor Wu's ghostly spirit, refusing to leave with the underworld's soul-reaping messengers. The two women, Feng and Shuang, both martial arts masters, were innocent victims, their resentment undiminished, and unwilling to leave either. Therefore, they joined Emperor Wu, preparing to take revenge as vengeful ghosts.
However, Emperor Li Zhihao, the founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty, was even more cunning. He sent people throughout the land to search for and hire numerous Taoist priests to perform grand rituals in the palace to deliver the souls of the dead. He also ordered a Taoist sect residing on Turtle Mountain, loyal to him, to trap these refusing-to-reincarnate ghosts with an array, and further established a restriction in the ruined palace, using the Underworld King's Pearl as its core, to suppress the emperor's vengeful spirit.
Over the past three hundred years, the souls of the dead have diligently cultivated their spiritual power, making significant progress. Emperor Wu, being an emperor with exceptional talent and possessing a celestial artifact at the time of his death, which greatly aided his cultivation, has accumulated an astonishing amount of spiritual power over these three hundred years. However, under the suppression of the Underworld King's Pearl, he cannot unleash his power and is confined to a small area within the palace, with nothing to do but cultivate each day.
Recently, Li Xiaomin, while digging around underground, acquired several very useful magical artifacts, which broke half of the array established by the sorcerers over many years to suppress the vengeful spirits. The wronged souls seized the opportunity to escape the restrictions and even rushed a few steps outside the palace gates, capturing patrolling guards and absorbing their souls to aid their cultivation and vent their pent-up resentment and anger. However, the residual power of the Soul-Locking Array still lingers, preventing the wronged souls from ever breaking through the palace gates beyond ten steps.
Princess Changping's possession by a ghost was not orchestrated by Emperor Wu.
When she arrived at the gate, she was bewitched by a female ghost who had also escaped the three-hundred-year-old restriction. The ghost wanted to seize her body and absorb her soul, but because Princess Changping also possessed naturally powerful spiritual energy, the two souls fought against each other, which is why Princess Changping was not devoured on the spot and barely managed to hold on until today. The female ghost, using her body and powerful spiritual energy, broke through the encirclement of the soul-locking array and went to her palace.
Mentioning the female ghost who tried to harm Princess Changping, Emperor Wu's face was filled with rage. He gritted his teeth and said, "That vile woman, Consort Yi, dared to use the poison of the Soul-Locking Technique to secretly harm my You'er, causing you to die from the poison. It also caused your mother to die of grief a year after your death. I only regret that I was blind to her evil scheme back then, only finding out after my death. This has filled me with deep hatred. Therefore, for the past three hundred years, I have suppressed her soul, whipping her a thousand times a day, torturing her to the point of wishing for death but unable to live, which is my way of avenging my child! Who knew that after the Soul-Locking Formation was broken, she would escape and possess that girl's body, trying to take her body and be reborn. If she succeeds, I will not be able to quell my hatred!"
Li Xiaomin then realized that the one who bewitched Princess Changping was actually Emperor Wu's concubine who had poisoned You'er. She too had been killed by the chaotic soldiers when the city fell, and had been tortured by Emperor Wu for three hundred years, a fate far more tragic than You'er's loneliness and isolation.
You'er covered her face and wept bitterly, asking again, "Where is Mother now?"
Emperor Wu sighed, looking up at the sky, "She was born kind, and on the second day after she died of illness, she was reincarnated as a man, a wealthy young man. It's a pity I can't see her again after my death!"
Hearing that her mother had been reincarnated early, You'er felt both sorrow and joy, knowing that her mother hadn't suffered the torment of the past three hundred years, and she couldn't help but feel happy for her. She immediately buried her face in her father's shoulder and wept loudly.
Emperor Wu gently comforted her, coaxing her to stop crying. Suddenly, he drew his sword from his waist and roared, "That traitor Li Zhihao has caused my entire family to meet a terrible end! I will never let him live under the same sky! Today, my divine skills have reached their peak, and I can break through the Soul-Locking Formation in one fell swoop. Soldiers, follow me and charge out, slay Li Zhihao's entire family, and avenge our hatred!"
The wronged souls of the armored warriors roared in unison, brandishing their swords and spears, their resentment overflowing.
Li Xiaomin was terrified and was about to say something when he suddenly saw the air currents twist and turn, white and black mists gathering and finally transforming into two tall, thin figures, one black and one white, wearing tall hats and holding funeral banners—the Black Impermanence and White Impermanence.
Upon seeing these two, Emperor Wu's expression changed slightly. He drew his sword and stepped back, saying in a deep voice, "Black and White Impermanence, what brings you here again?"
The two impermanences floated before Emperor Wu, bowed slightly, and smiled, "King Yama, in his palace of the Netherworld, sensed the intrusion of spiritual energy. He calculated that none possessed such powerful spiritual energy as Your Majesty. However, Your Majesty's continued presence in the mortal world goes against the will of Heaven, causing chaos and imbalances in the world, leading to droughts and floods. Therefore, he sent us to guide Your Majesty. Three hundred years ago, Your Majesty refused to go with us to be reincarnated, resulting in being trapped in the Soul-Locking Array. Now that you have escaped, are you willing to go with us to the Underworld to be reincarnated as a human and be reborn?" "A family of good people?"

Chapter 1 of the second episode,

Emperor Wu angrily said, "I haven't avenged my great grudge, how can I go with you!"
Bai Wuchang bowed and smiled, "Your Majesty is mistaken! Your Majesty's enemy was Li Zhihao, the founding emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty. He died nearly three hundred years ago and reincarnated as a woman. Now, after several reincarnations, he has forgotten everything from his past life. Now, because of the evil deeds he committed in his previous life, he was cast into the animal realm when he reincarnated three years ago. Now he is a dog in Nanyang, eating excrement. Why should Your Majesty hold a grudge against a beast?"
Emperor Wu was shocked upon hearing this, and the soldiers around him were also in an uproar, astonished.
After a long while, General Sha couldn't hold back and laughed first. Emperor Wu also stroked his beard and laughed angrily. The soldiers laughed heartily, but they couldn't help but grit their teeth, regretting that they hadn't been able to kill this villain with their own hands.
Emperor Wu gritted his teeth and laughed for a while, then shook his head and said hatefully, "Although Li Zhihao has been dead for three hundred years, his children and grandchildren are still alive and occupy my Great Wu's land. I cannot quell my hatred until I destroy the Tang Kingdom!"
Black Impermanence said in a rough voice, "Your Majesty, why bother with this! The Tang Kingdom's fate is sealed. It will perish within a few years. Even if it barely survives, Li Zhihao's descendants will never be able to sit on this dragon throne again. Your Majesty only needs to wait patiently, and you will see Li Zhihao's descendants get their just deserts. Why take matters into your own hands, kill and harm, offend Heaven, and incur divine retribution!"
Upon hearing the words "divine retribution," the soldiers stirred, their faces showing panic.
Emperor Wu's expression shifted between light and shadow. After a long pause, he said, "After the fall of the Tang Dynasty, which country will unify the world? Or will the struggle for supremacy among nations continue indefinitely?"
Bai Wuchang bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the world knows that the Southern Tang Dynasty is about to fall. However, what will happen afterward is beyond the comprehension of us lowly ghosts. It is said that even the Heavenly Court is uncertain about this, saying that the way of Heaven is constant, and there will be a destined person who will obtain this world. The general trend of the world is that after a long period of division, there will be unity. Even if people in this generation cannot see it, within a hundred years, there will eventually be a genius who will unify the chaotic world and bring peace to the land."
Emperor Wu pondered for a long time, his expression constantly changing, sometimes angry, sometimes resentful, sometimes sad, sometimes resentful, sometimes worried, sometimes happy. Li Xiaomin, watching from below, found it amusing. He thought to himself, "His face changes so quickly; he truly is a three-hundred-year-old ghost! If I send him to perform face-changing acts, the audience will definitely be willing to pay for tickets. Maybe I can even make him a superstar?"
Lost in thought, he suddenly saw Emperor Wu raise his head, his face resolute, and shout, "Fine! I am willing to go to the underworld with you for reincarnation, but on one condition: he must marry my daughter!"
His blood-stained right arm was firmly raised, pointing directly at someone in the hall.
Li Xiaomin was startled. He turned and looked around, only to see that from all directions—armored warriors, white-clad beauties, and even the Black and White Impermanence—everyone was staring intently at him, their faces showing the same horror as if they had seen a ghost.
Li Xiaomin was both surprised and frustrated, thinking to himself, "You're the ghosts! What do you mean by looking at me like that?"
Before he could voice his question, Bai Wuchang clapped his hands and laughed, sighing, "I'm getting old, my eyes are failing me! I didn't even see a hero like you! Alas, new talents emerge in every generation, and in this life, we've witnessed another genius who will dominate the world!"
Li Xiaomin couldn't help but shout, "What are you talking about? Can't you explain yourself clearly?"
Black Impermanence shook his head and said, "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed. If we speak them out, we will be punished when we return! However, His Majesty of Wu has keen insight and saw it even earlier than us!"
Li Xiaomin turned his gaze to Emperor Wu, full of suspicion. But then he saw You'er nestled beside Emperor Wu, her pretty face flushed, her eyes brimming with affection. He couldn't help but feel a flutter in his heart, thinking, "This little girl is growing more and more beautiful, but I can only look, not touch. What does her father mean by wanting me to marry her?"
Emperor Wu stared intently at him, his eyes bright, and said in a deep voice, "I see you are no ordinary person. Why have you condescended to
serve in the palace as a eunuch?" This question touched upon Li Xiaomin's painful past. Fortunately, he was now a normal man and not too upset, only managing a dry laugh: "It's a long story. I had already cultivated immortality and was no longer a eunuch, but for certain reasons, I still have to stay here. Simply put, I stay here to… to gather intelligence, to understand the general trend of the world, and then to seize the opportunity to build a great career!"
He said this aloud, but inwardly he thought, "I can't very well say that it's because there's nowhere else in the world with so many beautiful women that I can't bear to leave, can I?" Staying here for the safety of a mere palace maid wouldn't be easy to explain to You'er's father. As for cultivating immortal arts in this auspicious place, there was no need to tell this scheming old devil.
Emperor Wu, however, beamed and nodded approvingly: "A fine young man! Courageous and ambitious, truly worthy of being my son-in-law!"
He turned to You'er, his eyes filled with loving affection, and softly asked, "You'er, would you marry him?"
You'er, blushing, buried her face in his shoulder, her voice barely a whisper, and said, "I will do whatever Father says ..." "Your Majesty has made the decision!"
The two women, Feng and Shuang, had been guarding the palace for three hundred years. Seeing that You'er was so lovely, they had always doted on her. Now that they saw that she had found her life partner, they were overjoyed. They hurriedly removed the white ropes binding Li Xiaomin and clapped their hands, laughing, "Good! You'er is getting married!"
Generals Sha and Zeng were also beaming with joy. They knelt down with a thud and shouted, "This humble general pays respects to the Prince Consort!"
Behind them, three hundred elite soldiers also knelt down and kowtowed at the same time. The sound of "Paying respects to the Prince Consort" echoed throughout the hall.
Despite so many ghosts bowing to him, Li Xiaomin was filled with resentment, thinking to himself, "You didn't even ask me before arranging this marriage for me, forcing me to marry a female ghost! While this ghost is indeed beautiful and lovely, I can't touch her, I can't sleep with her, am I supposed to just look at her and drool?"
As if sensing his thoughts, Emperor Wu embraced his daughter and said in a deep voice, "My dear son-in-law! If you agree to one thing, I will transfer all my spiritual power to You'er, allowing her to materialize her spirit and become a ghost immortal, to accompany you!"
Li Xiaomin's spirits lifted, and he quickly bowed, saying, "Your Majesty, please speak!"
Emperor Wu's eyes shone brightly as he stared intently at him, saying slowly and deliberately, "I want you to raise an army, seize the Southern Tang dynasty, and... " "Avenge this hatred in my heart!"
Li Xiaomin was shocked and cried out, "Father! Look at me, I'm still a eunuch. Although it's not real, who will listen to me? Without soldiers or generals, how can I contend for the world?"
Emperor Wu stroked his beard and smiled, "That's not difficult. I can leave my subordinates to help you seize the world, and I will distribute my spiritual power to them. With such powerful strength, who in the Southern Tang can rival you? As long as you agree to this, and after my son-in-law sits on the throne, he won't let Li Zhihao's descendants continue to live freely, then I will have no regrets!"
Li Xiaomin was both surprised and delighted. Having so many fierce ghosts under his command was indeed frightening, but his enemies would be even more terrified. Such a good opportunity couldn't be easily missed, so he readily agreed, "Father, rest assured, as long as I have the chance and the strength, I will risk my life to become emperor, seize the throne, and fulfill your wish!"
Emperor Wu smiled slightly at his son's familiar use of "Father" and "Your subject," then turned to the Black and White Impermanence, sighing, "Since my son-in-law is willing to be the ruler of the land, I have no regrets. I only hope that you two esteemed envoys will grant me permission to remain in the mortal world to assist my son-in-law in achieving his imperial ambitions, and to be recalled after my death!"
The White Impermanence cupped his hands and smiled. "Your Majesty is too kind. Princess Lingbao has cultivated the Supreme Immortal Arts and is nearly a demigod, long beyond the jurisdiction of my Underworld. When we came, King Yama only instructed Your Majesty to return with us for reincarnation, but never mentioned that Your Majesty's subordinates should also return. As long as Your Majesty is willing to go with us, it will not go against the will of Heaven. Not only will it save the people from the suffering of drought and flood caused by the imbalance of Yin and Yang, but Your Majesty can also be reincarnated as a man in a wealthy family, and the generals can also help the wise ruler establish a great cause. Everyone will be happy, everyone will be happy!"
After saying this, the Black and White Impermanence laughed heartily, their faces full of joy.
Emperor Wu nodded and smiled, looking down at You'er with kind eyes, and said softly, "My child! I must go to the Underworld to await King Yama's judgment. You must take good care of yourself in the mortal world!"
You'er threw herself into his arms, sobbing. Although she was reluctant to let her father leave, she also knew that if her father, who had suffered for three hundred years, could be reincarnated as a human, that would be true liberation. Overwhelmed with mixed emotions of joy and sorrow, she wept uncontrollably.
Emperor Wu gently patted her fragrant shoulder and sighed, "Foolish child, foolish child! In this world, there are always gatherings and separations. This is but a fleeting moment, why are you crying?"
Raising his head, Emperor Wu looked at the assembled warriors and said in a deep voice, "From this day forward, my daughter, Princess Lingbao, is your new mistress. You must obey her every command and not disobey her!"
The two women, Fengshuang and the two generals, Sha and Zeng, led the assembled warriors in a kneeling salutation, shouting in unison, "We obey Your Majesty's command! Long live the Emperor!"
Then, the ghosts knelt down again, shouting in unison, "We swear to be loyal to Princess Lingbao! Your Highness, live a thousand years!"
Li Xiaomin, watching from below, felt frustrated and cursed inwardly, "She really doesn't keep her word. She gave all her subordinates to her daughter, trying to force me to be a henpecked husband?"
But then he thought, You'er is so gentle and pure, it wouldn't be difficult for him to use some tricks to win those subordinates over to himself, and he felt relieved.
Emperor Wu released You'er, took a few steps back, and glanced at the Black and White Impermanence, whose faces already showed a hint of anxiety. Their gazes seemed to urge him to depart. He raised his head and smiled, saying, "The way of Heaven is constant. I have lingered in the mortal world for three hundred years, and eventually I must leave."
He retreated to the imperial desk, which was covered in a thick layer of dust, and pressed his hand on a jet-black, gleaming bead in the center of the desk. He channeled his spiritual power into the bead, and the bead suddenly shone brightly, continuously emitting a black light.
At this action, everyone in the hall, both human and ghost, felt their spirits invigorate, sensing spiritual power flowing from the air into their bodies.
You'er cried out, "Father!" She rushed forward, grabbed his arm, and said in a trembling voice, "Why did you disperse your spiritual power?"
Emperor Wu smiled and said, "I am about to go to the underworld. What use is this spiritual power when I am reincarnated? It is better to distribute it to you all, so that you will have the power to protect yourselves when facing powerful enemies!"
He held You'er's hand in one hand, while continuing to press the bright pearl on the imperial desk with the other, activating his spiritual power and continuously releasing a vast amount of spiritual power into the air.
You'er was about to speak when she suddenly felt a powerful spiritual power surge into her body through her hand. She had to concentrate on dealing with it, guiding the spiritual power into her spiritual body, and no longer had time to speak.
The air was filled with powerful spiritual power. All the ghosts tried their best to absorb the spiritual power floating in the air to strengthen themselves. The hall was silent for a moment, like a graveyard.
Li Xiaomin was also trying to absorb spiritual energy, opening all the pores of his body to channel the spiritual energy in the air into his body. However, because he was a human, he could not directly channel the spiritual energy into his spiritual body like those ghosts, so his absorption speed was much slower than theirs.
The Black and White Impermanence, eyes closed and silent, were also secretly absorbing spiritual energy. This powerful spiritual energy was comparable to that of the strongest beings in Hell, prompting them to marvel at its strength. Indeed, as expected of an emperor wielding a celestial treasure, the spiritual energy he had cultivated in just three hundred years was already so formidable.
After a long while, Emperor Wu released his grip, and the spiritual energy permeating the air had been completely absorbed by the ghosts. He himself became ethereal and elusive, almost transparent, as if he could be blown away by the wind at any moment.
You'er struggled to suppress the surging spiritual power within her body, opened her eyes, her gaze filled with tears, and trembled as she said, "Father!"
Emperor Wu smiled, raised his hand, and stroked her cheek, saying affectionately, "Why are you crying again! Your father is free today; you should be happy for him!"
You'er nodded tearfully, and Li Xiaomin also knelt down, sincerely saying, "Father, rest assured, your son will treat You'er well and not let her suffer the slightest grievance!"
Emperor Wu nodded with a smile, saying, "Very good. You must remember to keep your promise to me!"
Li Xiaomin shouted, "Yes, your son will definitely strive to become emperor, seize Li Yu's throne, and comfort your father's spirit in heaven!"
He was grateful for Emperor Wu's generous gift, for having a beautiful wife he could embrace, and for having a group of capable and valiant subordinates. Seeing the deep father-daughter bond between You'er and him, he felt great respect for Emperor Wu and truly regarded him as his father-in-law.
Emperor Wu nodded and smiled, pointing to the black pearl on the imperial desk, "My son, this is the Underworld Pearl. If you wish, take it."
Looking around at the kneeling, armored spirits of the fallen heroes, Emperor Wu said gently, "You must diligently assist the princess and her consort. I am leaving! However, the spiritual energy absorbed today will require time and careful refinement before it can be used by you."
He waved his long sleeves and chanted, "All good things must come to an end. This illusory fate has come to a close!"
His spirit drifted away, following the Black and White Impermanence, towards the window, gradually disappearing into the air.
All the heroic spirits had bowed deeply, prostrating themselves to the ground, respectfully bidding farewell to their former master.
In the hall, You'er was already sobbing uncontrollably. The two women, Feng and Shuang, flew over and supported her, gently comforting her.
Staring blankly at the hall filled with ghosts, Li Xiaomin felt his limbs go weak and he collapsed to the ground, inwardly sighing, "Thank goodness it's all just a close call. If You'er hadn't known these ghosts, I'd probably be torn to pieces!"
Outside the ghost hall, countless eunuchs and palace maids craned their necks, looking at the tightly closed doors, wondering if the daring little eunuch who had barged in had returned alive.
Consort Chen's beautiful face was already streaked with tears, but she dared not cry out loud, only covering her face and sobbing quietly.
Consort Qin was also extremely anxious. She glanced back and saw Consort Chen so grief-stricken, her swollen red eyes fixed on the door, and couldn't help but wonder, "Why is she so concerned about that little eunuch? Could it be that she and he are related?"
Consort Yun had already fainted and had been taken back to her palace. When Youyou woke up, she heard Lan'er, who was on duty outside the door, sobbing softly. Consort Yun was suddenly overwhelmed with intense regret. She pulled the quilt over herself, burying her face in it, her head pressed against the pillow. She gritted her teeth, remaining silent, tears streaming down her face, soaking the pillow.
Meanwhile, as time passed and the young eunuch didn't emerge, despair grew among the crowd. The onlookers gradually dispersed, sighing softly at the loss of such a handsome and courageous young eunuch, who had died so quietly inside.
Consort Qin stared intently at the palace gate, feeling her heart sink deeper and deeper into a cold, icy abyss. Consort Chen had already fainted from crying and was helped back to her palace by her maids.
Consort Qin's mature and beautiful face was now filled with worry and regret. Everything was now beyond repair. Not only could her daughter not be saved, but that handsome and adorable young eunuch, so loyal and courageous, had been driven to his death, falling into the jaws of the ghosts.
Suddenly, the door to the Ghost Palace creaked open from the inside!
Everyone was shocked and looked up to see the handsome young eunuch from before, his face filled with panic, clutching a large black pearl, stumbling out of the room. His clothes were torn and tattered, as if cut by countless swords.
Consort Qin was overjoyed and rushed forward, exclaiming with delight, "Little Minzi, you're back! How did it go? Did you get the Underworld Pearl?"
The young eunuch barely managed to lift his head. Seeing her, a weak smile twitched across his exhausted face as he forced out a sentence: "I have fulfilled my mission!"
Before he could finish speaking, he collapsed into Consort Qin's arms and fainted.
Consort Qin was overjoyed and ecstatic. She hugged his small, thin body, took the black bead from his hand, and turned to ask, "Is this the one?"
The few remaining Taoist priests, mustering their courage, stepped forward, examined the large bead, and exclaimed with delight, "Yes, yes, it's the one! It's exactly the same as the pattern drawn on the scroll by our patriarch!"
Everyone cried out in surprise, and concubines, palace maids, and eunuchs stepped forward to congratulate Consort Qin, wishing her boundless good fortune, that Princess Changping's misfortune had turned into good luck, and that even in danger, loyal servants would come to her aid.
Consort Qin smiled radiantly, holding the little commoner tightly in her arms, momentarily forgetting to let go.
Everyone was happy and laughing, trying their best to please Consort Qin. But no one noticed that the little eunuch, with his eyes tightly closed, was burying his face between Consort Qin's high, jade-like breasts, feeling the soft, gentle pressure of her alluring body against his face, inhaling her enticing fragrance, his mind drifting, almost fainting.
In Consort Qin's palace, several palace maids were desperately holding down Princess Changping, crying out in panic, "Your Highness, please calm down! Don't move!"
Princess Changping, who was about fourteen or fifteen years old, was struggling violently with her clothes disheveled, screaming, "Let me go! I want a man! I want a man!"
At this moment, this pure and innocent girl in the prime of her youth had a lewd expression on her face. She had torn open her clothes, revealing her snow-white breasts, and was vigorously stroking and kneading her small breasts while uttering lewd and shameless words from her cherry lips, looking like a lovesick fool.
At this moment, Consort Qin, holding the Underworld Pearl, hurriedly entered the room and happened to witness this scene. Hearing her daughter say things like, "I want him to hold me tightly with his strong body and then enter my body..." she was both ashamed and angry, shouting, "Changping, what are you doing?"
Princess Changping looked up at her mother, but did not recognize her, and cried out, "Who are you? Where did this slut come from? Just because you're a little tall, you think you can seduce men? Looking at your flushed face and such large breasts, you must be a lewd woman, how many men have you stolen?"
Consort Qin's face flushed with anger, and she roared, "What's wrong with her?"
The palace maids responsible for holding Princess Changping cried out, "Your Majesty, the princess has been like this ever since she woke up! We've tried desperately to pull her, but we can't hold her back!"
Only then did Consort Qin realize that her daughter had been possessed and was delirious. Worried, she turned to look behind her.
Having awakened from his coma, Li Xiaomin followed her with his head down, lost in thought. He walked with her into the Imperial Concubine's palace, into Princess Changping's bedroom. Unaware that she had stopped, he bumped into her back, feeling the pleasant sensation of her soft, warm body, and his heart fluttered.
Then, he snapped back to reality, realizing that as a eunuch, he had taken advantage of the Imperial Concubine. If she were to become angry, beating him to death would be a trivial matter. He quickly stepped back, hastily apologizing, and looked up.
What he saw there stunned him.
On a bed not far ahead, several beautiful palace maids held back a stunning beauty—it was none other than the spirited Princess Changping they had encountered on the road a few days ago. Now, her breasts were fully exposed, her hands grasping and kneading them vigorously, her face flushed, a picture of unfulfilled desire.
Li Xiaomin stared intently at her snow-white, delicate breasts, estimating her bust size, and couldn't help but swallow hard, thinking, "She's called Changping, but she's not exactly peaceful! Those small breasts, if I could hold them in my hands, it would feel wonderful, wouldn't it?"
Suddenly, he felt a surge of intense jealousy towards Princess Changping, who could touch his breasts. He wished he could be her jade-like hands, able to press against her soft breasts.
Princess Changping also saw him, her face filled with delight, and cried out, "Man! I want you! Come and take me, I want it!"
Hearing her soft, seductive moans, Li Xiaomin felt goosebumps rise all over his body, yet he couldn't help but feel his heart flutter, a secret lust rising within him.
Consort Qin was both shocked and ashamed. She hurriedly stood in front of Li Xiaomin, blocking their view, and thought with relief, "Luckily, Xiaomin is a eunuch. Otherwise, if those Taoist priests had seen Changping's body, would they have forced them to return to secular life and marry her?"
Although the Taoist priests had seen the diagrams of the Underworld Pearl, none of them knew how to use it. In the end, they had to push Xiaomin forward to use the Underworld Pearl to heal Princess Changping.
Xiaomin gently rubbed his face against Consort Qin's chest, rubbing his hands against her breasts for a long time, until the palace maids and eunuchs took him away. Only then did he slowly wake up and ramble on about his experience in the Ghost Palace, saying that he had used his ancestral protective magic to risk his life to rush into the hall, snatch the Underworld Pearl, and return alive after being slashed by evil spirits, his clothes torn to shreds. Consort Qin was moved to tears, holding his hand tightly, unwilling to let go.
The Taoist priests also stepped forward to congratulate him, bowing and flattering Li Xiaomin. They said that young eunuch Xiaomin was promising and possessed outstanding magical abilities, and would surely be able to use the Underworld Pearl to heal Princess Changping. Thus, they passed this hot potato to Li Xiaomin.
It wasn't that Li Xiaomin didn't know how to use the Underworld Pearl; he was just a beginner. He had only just learned the incantation from the two women, Feng Shuang and Feng Shuai, and had barely memorized it. Being forced to use it made him uneasy. However, the anxious Consort Qin carried him onto her horse, holding this short, handsome eunuch like a child. Ignoring palace etiquette, she galloped off, allowing Xiaomin, nestled against her chest, to have another opportunity to indulge his desires.
While secretly groping him, he was held in the arms of a tall, beautiful woman. They rode to Consort Qin's palace, and as she savored the previous intimate moment, she looked up and saw this erotic scene, which greatly surprised her, and she was so excited that she almost had a nosebleed.
Consort Qin was filled with trepidation. Fortunately, she had only brought one eunuch with her to the palace; otherwise, there would have been a major disaster.
Upon seeing the handsome man, Princess Changping's strength suddenly surged.
She struggled and lunged at Li Xiaomin. The palace maids couldn't hold her down, so Consort Qin had to go herself, grabbing her daughter and forcefully throwing her back onto the bed. Having practiced martial arts since childhood, she possessed great strength. With a "thud," Princess Changping landed on the soft bed, collapsing headfirst into the blankets, and fainted.
Seeing her daughter unconscious, Consort Qin felt both relief and worry. Turning to Li Xiaomin, she said in a trembling voice, "Xiaominzi, what should we do now?"
Li Xiaomin lowered his head, suppressing the urge to look up and feast his eyes on the beautiful mother and daughter. He tried to remind himself that he wasn't yet capable of being independent and could only remain in the palace, waiting for his time. Therefore, he wasn't Li Xiaomin now, but Xiaominzi, and Xiaominzi shouldn't be looking at this beautiful mother and daughter with lustful eyes.
Upon hearing Consort Qin's question, Xiao Minzi, with a serious expression, lowered his head and pondered, "Your Highness, the only way to save the princess's life is to use the Underworld Pearl to exorcise the evil spirit."
Consort Qin seemed to have grasped a lifeline, reaching out to tightly grasp Xiao Minzi's hands, her voice trembling, "Very well, now, everything depends on you!" Li Xiaomin
took out the Underworld Pearl from his pocket, intending to recite the incantation, but suddenly remembered that the two women, Feng and Shuang, had once said that the Underworld Pearl's power was too strong, and if used improperly, it might accidentally harm others. Moreover, she didn't want anyone to see her performing the spell, so she said, "Your Majesty, no one can see me performing the spell. Please allow me to stay in this room and treat the princess."
Consort Qin understood and instructed the palace maids, "You may all leave. Do not enter without orders!"
The maids bowed and withdrew. Consort Qin walked to the bedside, lifted her daughter's silk robe to cover her breasts, and was about to leave when she suddenly thought, "A lone man and woman alone in a room; if word gets out, it won't sound good!"
She then reassured herself, "Don't worry, I'm a eunuch; nothing will happen! Besides, the sorcerers are either dead or dead, and the rest are of little use." "If not Xiaominzi, who else can I rely on?"
Having made up her mind, Consort Qin walked to the door, patted Li Xiaomin's thin shoulder, and said softly, "Good child, now I'm counting on you for everything. Don't let me down!"
Li Xiaomin nodded hurriedly, looking down at her alluring figure, secretly swallowing hard, thinking, "I've helped you so much, shouldn't you repay me with your body?"
While he was lost in thought, Consort Qin had already left, casually closing the door behind her. She went to gather the palace maids from earlier, strictly ordering them not to divulge
anything about what happened today. Otherwise, if she heard even a whisper of it, she would beat all the palace maids to death, not letting a single one go! The palace maids were terrified and knelt down, swearing not to reveal a single word. Consort Qin comforted them, promising a generous reward, and calmed them down. Then, with the palace maids, she stood guard outside Princess Changping's bedroom, anxiously listening to the sounds coming from inside.
Unbeknownst to her, Li Xiaomin had already set up a protective barrier inside the room, preventing any sound from escaping. This was to ensure his secret wouldn't be exposed.
After setting up the barrier, Li Xiaomin's first action was to walk to the bedside, lift Princess Changping's clothes, and stare intently at her exposed breasts, his eyes burning with lust, almost wanting to devour the beautiful girl entirely.
Because they needed to digest the immense spiritual power left behind by Emperor Wu, the three hundred ghost guards, Generals Sha and Zeng, and the two women Feng and Shuang remained in the Ghost Palace, meditating and cultivating. Therefore, the task of using the Underworld Pearl to heal Princess Changping had to be done by him alone.
However, Li Xiaomin wasn't proficient in using the Underworld Pearl, so while reciting the incantation for the Underworld Pearl, he found other ways to amuse himself, managing to balance work and entertainment.
His hand involuntarily reached for Princess Changping's breasts, and taking advantage of the fact that no one was in the room, he boldly and confidently began to caress the noble princess's chest.
The sensation in his hands was smooth, soft, and delicate. Li Xiaomin carefully kneaded the two small, rosy nipples on Princess Changping's chest, his eyes wide. He lowered his head and gently kissed her fragrant lips.
He gently sucked the sweet saliva from the young princess's mouth, his tongue swirling inside her cherry lips, teasing her tongue. His right hand gradually moved down, slipping inside Princess Changping's belt.
Li Xiaomin's pupils dilated instantly. He took a deep breath, withdrew his hand, and suppressed his impulse with his strong willpower. He prepared to chant a spell to activate the Underworld Pearl and dispel the evil spirits on Princess Changping.
But before his hand could reach into his robes and take out the Underworld Pearl, he saw Princess Changping suddenly open her eyes. At that moment, Li Xiaomin's left hand was still on her breasts, his fingers gently twisting her small nipples.
Caught red-handed while stealing a kiss, Li Xiaomin had never encountered anything like this before. Startled, he hurriedly withdrew his hand and stammered, "I didn't do anything!"
To be honest, he didn't expect Princess Changping to believe him like that. However, Princess Changping didn't take his words seriously at all. In her beautiful eyes, a raging fire of desire instantly ignited. She suddenly hugged Li Xiaomin's neck, pressed him down on her, and exclaimed with delight, "A man! Finally, a man!"
Her strength suddenly surged, and with a powerful shove, she threw Li Xiaomin onto the bed. She then pounced on him, straddling his waist, pinning his hands down, and lowering her head to kiss his face passionately, leaving it covered in her saliva.
Before Li Xiaomin could understand what was happening, his hands were pinned down, controlled by Princess Changping.
He cried out in panic, "Hey, what are you doing?" Princess Changping held his hands down with unimaginable strength, panting, "Don't move, I'll make you happy!"
Her right hand swiftly reached for Li Xiaomin's body, tearing open his tattered clothes, revealing his bare upper body. She roughly caressed his chest, her eyes gleaming as she looked at his body, appearing utterly wanton.
Suddenly, she froze, staring blankly at Li Xiaomin's torn clothes, only then recognizing that they were the attire of a eunuch.
A hint of anger flashed across her beautiful face as she gritted her teeth and said, "How can you be a eunuch! Is this kind of thing even considered a man?"
Li Xiaomin's pride was severely wounded, and he shouted, "You're talking nonsense! How could I be..."
He hurriedly stopped, not daring to reveal his secret any further. Princess Changping straddled him, her small, firm buttocks rubbing against him forcefully a few times. She asked curiously, "Strange, since you're a eunuch, what's that hard thing pressing against me down there?"
A resolute expression appeared on her beautiful face as she gritted her teeth and said, "Fine, whether it's male or female, I'll touch it and see!"
Like lightning, her body moved down rapidly, her jade hand suddenly reaching down and grabbing Li Xiaomin's newly formed manhood.
Li Xiaomin screamed wildly, tears streaming down his face from the pain, as if his testicles had been crushed by her. If it weren't for the protective barriers placed in the room, his scream of agony would have echoed throughout the entire palace

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