[Fantasy] A Eunuch Breaks into the Inner Palace (Complete) - 8

In Chapter Seven of the second episode, on the pleasure boat

, night fell. Li Xiaomin slipped out of the palace to find Chen Dexiu, asking him to show him his newly rented house.
Chen Dexiu was indeed efficient; within a day, he had rented a large residence, covering several acres, with a spacious courtyard and several rooms. However, it had been unused for a long time and was covered in dust.
Li Xiaomin didn't mind, secretly ordering General Sha and his ghost guards to clean the house thoroughly before moving all the gold and silver treasures from the Wan family's mansion to the new house's storeroom.
He secretly calculated how large an army this money could build and how long it would last. Li Xiaomin was secretly pleased; robbery was indeed one of the fastest ways to make money. With just one heist, his army could be quickly established. He
just needed an opportunity to find those two gang leaders, give them a portion of the military funds, and use it to pay the soldiers. However, he hadn't yet helped with the army's training. He would personally train the army when he had time, striving to make them an elite force.
However, he didn't have time to see his army at this moment. He was filled with curiosity about the famous courtesans on the pleasure boats of the Qinhuai River. Having failed twice before, he didn't want to delay any longer. He changed into a fine outfit and urged Chen Dexiu to take him to the pleasure boats so he could see just how beautiful the courtesans were.
Chen Dexiu had no choice but to take him, secretly pitying the handsome young man who had become a eunuch at such a young age. Although he was filled with longing for women, he could only ever defile beauties with his eyes.
This time, to prevent any trouble on the way, they arranged for a carriage, and they arrived at the pleasure boat smoothly. Chen Dexiu led him to see the most famous courtesan, the renowned talented woman of Jinling, Qin Xian'er.
This Qin Xian'er was originally from an official family, but because her grandfather offended Emperor Li Yu, his family was raided and exterminated, and she herself was sold into slavery by a brothel madam on the Qinhuai River and became a prostitute.
Although she became a prostitute, Qin Xian'er refused to sell herself and attempted suicide several times to prove her loyalty. The madam, helpless, had no choice but to let her be.
With her outstanding talent and musical skills, Qin Xian'er quickly rose to fame on the Qinhuai River. Every young man who frequented the river knew of her and considered it an honor to meet her.
Although some tried to forcibly take her virginity, fortunately, the owner of the pleasure boat had considerable influence in the court and among the common people. After being stopped by thugs, these men reluctantly abandoned their unrealistic ideas. Qin Xian'er's reputation grew even stronger, bringing a flood of wealth to the madam and the owner, becoming a cash cow they pinned their hopes on.
Li Xiaomin listened to Chen Dexiu's story with astonishment. He had always thought that "prostitutes who sell their art but not their bodies" were beings that existed only in legends, but he never imagined that such a creature actually existed on the Qinhuai River, which puzzled him greatly.
After thinking for a long time, he suddenly realized: "This era is not truly ancient; things that were impossible in ancient China may happen in this time and space. Just like there were no ghosts in our world, but aren't there still all sorts of ghosts and evil spirits roaming around here?"
Having figured this out, he stopped worrying about these trivial matters and followed Chen Dexiu across the wide boardwalk to the pleasure boat.
The pleasure boat was indeed very ornately decorated, filled with beautiful women in brightly colored dresses, all quite young, mostly teenagers, embracing and joking with the guests. Li Xiaomin knew these were pleasure boat beauties who sold their bodies but not their talents, so he didn't pay much attention to them. He and Chen Dexiu went into the cabin of the pleasure boat and asked to see Qin Xian'er.
After paying an exorbitant fee, Li Xiaomin finally had the privilege of sitting with Chen Dexiu in the spacious cabin, patiently waiting for Qin Xian'er to appear. Inwardly, he cursed, "Luckily, my robbery business was successful; I just pulled off a big heist. Otherwise, a few more times, I'd be bankrupt!"
Although it was a cabin, one side faced the water. Li Xiaomin sat with his back to the railing of the pleasure boat, letting the moonlight bathe him. However, to admire the moonlit water, he had to turn around, which was inconvenient.
Inside the cabin, several guests were already seated, all richly dressed, drinking and chatting behind tables. Beside them were beautiful women, each with a radiant smile, leaning against them, allowing them to touch them freely.
Li Xiaomin ignored the young prostitutes beside him, sitting upright, focused solely on making a good impression on the unknown courtesan, Qin Xian'er. Chen Dexiu, sitting nearby flirting intimately with another prostitute who looked twelve or thirteen, sighed inwardly, feeling even more sympathy for Xiaomin's boss, who lacked certain physical abilities.
Li Xiaomin slowly sipped his wine, filled with disdain for the extremely low-proof liquor of this era. It was a pity he still couldn't remember how distillation worked; otherwise, just brewing wine alone could make him a fortune, not necessarily less than robbing.
After waiting for a long time, he finally heard the sound of jade pendants and light footsteps coming from behind the curtain. Everyone in the hall stopped talking and looked up at the back room, their eyes filled with anticipation.
Two charming maids smiled and lifted the curtain. Everyone's eyes lit up; a beautiful young woman, holding a zither, stood smiling behind the curtain. Her clothes and attire were extremely elegant, refreshing everyone who saw her.
Under the fervent gazes of the crowd, Qin Xian'er gracefully moved to the table in the hall, set down her zither, bowed slightly, and smiled, saying, "It is an honor to have you all here today. I am deeply grateful and would like to offer you this piece, 'High Mountains and Flowing Water,' as my thanks."
Hearing her clear and melodious voice, all the guests were captivated. Even Chen Dexiu removed his hand from the young girl's bosom, sat upright, and waited to hear the
enchanting music of Master Qin. The zither music began, its profound and melodious notes immersing all who heard it. Combined with the moonlight streaming into the hall, it was truly mesmerizing.
Li Xiaomin, from the 21st century, lacked refinement. Although he hadn't heard such beautiful music in a long time, he didn't find it particularly superior to the guqin music he used to hear on tapes. Thinking back to his past life, he couldn't help but sigh, truly missing the pop songs of that era.
Looking up, she saw a group of guests, or rather, clients, all swaying their heads, seemingly lost in thought. She was secretly amazed, feeling a mixture of pity and contempt for these bumpkins who had never heard truly good music.
One of the clients, occasionally opening his eyes, saw Li Xiaomin looking around, clearly not appreciating the profound nuances of Qin Dajia's music. He let out a soft hum, a look of disdain in his eyes.
Hearing this hum, Qin Xian'er continued playing, looking up to see a handsome young man in elegant clothes looking around, obviously unaware of her music. She was used to these pretentious nouveau riche, but remained unperturbed, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Seeing her laugh at him, Li Xiaomin thought he couldn't let her look down on him like that, so he slammed his hand on the table and exclaimed, "Wow! This music is like a towering mountain, with its peaks rising abruptly, making one look up in awe, its summit unseen!"
This exclamation startled the guests who were immersed in the music. They opened their eyes and looked at the young man in brocade robes, wondering what he was doing.
Seeing the mixed expressions of surprise, disdain, and dissatisfaction in the crowd's eyes, Li Xiaomin slammed his hand on the table again and loudly praised, "This part of the music is even more beautiful, like flowing water, murmuring endlessly. Indeed, it is Master Qin; the music she plays is so wonderful!"
The guests looked at him in astonishment, thinking that this person was so shameless, actually quoting ancient sayings and spouting nonsense, yet it didn't match the tune Master Qin was playing at all. Such a rude and ignorant person dared to make a fool of himself on Master Qin's pleasure boat; it was truly a strange thing.
Qin Xian'er was almost laughing out loud at his antics, and her fingers slipped a few notes on the zither. She hurriedly regained her composure and tried to continue playing. However, Li Xiaomin had already distracted her, and she could no longer return to the state of mind she had when she was playing the zither.
After hastily finishing her piece, Qin Xian'er instructed her maid to put away the zither. She looked up at Li Xiaomin and smiled, saying, "This gentleman is quite remarkable; his assessment of the zither is truly astounding."
Li Xiaomin knew Qin Xian'er was being sarcastic, but he didn't mind. He stood up, bowed deeply, and said smugly, "Not at all, not at all. Compared to Master Qin, I'm far inferior."
Qin Xian'er covered her mouth and smiled, finding the young man quite amusing. The other guests, however, glared angrily at Li Xiaomin, annoyed by his witty remarks that had ruined the refined atmosphere.
Chen Dexiu, sitting to the side, felt utterly humiliated, constantly forcing a dry laugh. He regretted accompanying the owner here; although he had the opportunity to hear Master Qin's superb zither playing, he had also lost face.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside again. A maid lifted the curtain, and two people entered, one after the other.
The man walking ahead was dressed in a blue scholar's robe, with a face as beautiful as jade and eyes as dark as ink, exuding an air of elegance. His dark, bright eyes swept across the cabin, landing on Li Xiaomin's face, and he gave a soft snort.
Upon seeing him, Li Xiaomin's expression immediately changed drastically, and he lowered his head, not daring to look up.
This elegant young man was none other than Princess Zhenping, disguised as a man. Her coincidental arrival here clearly indicated she was there to cause him trouble.
He was right; since the assassination attempt, Princess Zhenping had been sending people everywhere to search for his whereabouts, personally drawing his likeness and portrait, asking people to look for any young men on the street who resembled him.
The person she had asked was her distant cousin, a talented young man from Empress Zhou's family, named Zhou Chang'an, whose father was a prefectural governor, also from a prestigious family.
There are always bold people in the world, like Princess Zhenping, who often does unexpected things. Others avoid her like the plague, but Zhou Chang'an is determined to climb the social ladder. If he could marry Princess Zhenping, his future success would be assured. Therefore, he spends his days racking his brains to please her, hoping to gain her favor.
The assassination attempt a few days ago frightened the Crown Prince so much that he fell ill. Princess Zhenping, unable to ask her brother for help, sought the assistance of Zhou Chang'an, whom she knew relatively well.
Upon receiving Princess Zhenping's request, Zhou Chang'an immediately mobilized all his servants in Jinling City to search the streets. They were to report back immediately upon receiving any information.
That night, Princess Zhenping, uneasy with the thought of the eunuch who bore such a striking resemblance to the villain, took the warrant she had forced her brother to write, disguised herself as his attendant, and went to the Crown Prince's residence to see him. She happened to encounter Zhou Chang'an, who had come to deliver a message: his servant had found a young man resembling the portrait near the site of the previous assassination attempt. Princess Zhenping was both surprised and delighted. She hurriedly changed into a scholar's robe and headed straight for the pleasure boats on the Qinhuai River.
Zhou Chang'an accompanied her, secretly pleased, knowing this was a rare opportunity and he had to find a way to get closer to her.
He often frequented brothels, and these pleasure boats were among his regular haunts. He also harbored a deep desire for Qin Xian'er, but fearing the power of the boat's owner, he dared not act rashly, only able to listen to her play the zither while secretly drooling.
Most of the guests in the hall knew him, and they exchanged greetings. Zhou Chang'an stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting to everyone, and bowed to Qin Xian'er, smiling slightly, "It's been a long time since I've heard Master Qin's music, please forgive me!"
Qin Xian'er stood up, smoothed her sleeves, and returned the greeting with a smile. Zhou Chang'an, fearing that Princess Zhenping would discover his past frequenting of pleasure boats, dared not say much, and invited Princess Zhenping to sit with him. They happened to sit opposite Li Xiaomin at his table, across the hall, facing each other from afar.
Li Xiaomin lowered his head, secretly groaning. He used a trick to escape, quietly slipping away and hiding in the toilet of the pleasure boat. Seeing that no one was around, he summoned Yue Niang and sighed, "Yue Niang, do you know how to put on makeup?"
Yue Niang had already seen everything in the Soul-Collecting Jade. Although she hadn't been summoned by him and dared not bother him constantly, she was already secretly laughing until her stomach hurt. She smiled and said, "Master, have you forgotten again? Among the immortal arts you've learned, isn't there such a spell?"
Li Xiaomin was startled, then remembered that among the immortal arts he had learned, there was indeed a spell to change one's appearance.
However, this kind of magic was far inferior to those transformation spells that could turn a person into various plants and animals at will. At most, it could only subtly alter a person's appearance and height.
But it was better than nothing. Li Xiaomin hurriedly used his magic, covering his face and hands with a faint black aura, then stretched his limbs, trying to grow a few centimeters taller, transforming into a handsome, tall, thin, dark-skinned young man who appeared to be a year or two older than before.
Although this appearance was still quite similar to his original self, he couldn't care less. Li Xiaomin, having changed his appearance, was about to quietly slip off the boat when he suddenly heard someone laughing coldly behind him. The voice was pleasant and familiar; it was the person he feared most.
Li Xiaomin's expression changed slightly, but he pretended not to notice that she was behind him. He loosened his belt, about to expose his genitals, which frightened the girl behind him, causing her to run away.
His movements slowed, but he still hadn't heard the woman behind him leave. Enraged, he turned back to Princess Zhenping, dressed as a man, and snapped, "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen someone use the toilet?" Princess Zhenping
blushed and retorted angrily, "You lecherous scoundrel! Where do you think you're going?"
As she spoke, her jade-like hand drew a sword from her waist, its cold light flashing, pointing directly at Li Xiaomin's face.
Li Xiaomin remained unfazed, coldly laughing, "If you dare to be rough, I'll shout and let everyone see Princess Zhenping assaulting a man in the toilet! That way, your name will resound throughout Jinling City!"
Princess Zhenping was both ashamed and furious. The tip of her sword trembled; she wanted to stab him, but she knew his skills far surpassed hers. If she couldn't kill him with one strike, his shout would ruin her reputation.
Seeing her hesitation, Li Xiaomin secretly rejoiced. He used magic to alter his voice, chuckling coldly, and walked over. He suddenly embraced her, lowered his head, and forcefully kissed her lips.
Princess Zhenping was shocked and struggled violently. Although she wanted to stab him with her sword, he held her tightly in his arms and groped her body, from her breasts to her buttocks, kneading them forcefully. He muttered, "You still dare to stab me? Humph, repaying kindness with enmity. Logically speaking, since I saved you, you should repay me with your body!"
Princess Zhenping was filled with shame and anger. She was struggling desperately when she suddenly heard a girl's exclamation behind her. She hurriedly turned around and saw a pretty girl standing behind her, her face full of surprise. She watched the two handsome young men embracing, kissing, and groping each other. She was so frightened that she hid behind them.
Li Xiaomin looked up and saw the girl's surprised and frightened face. His own face flushed, but he forced a smile and said, "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen people kiss before? Want me to teach you?"
This girl was Qin Xian'er's personal maid. Influenced by her, she had never been near a man. Unexpectedly, she happened to pass by and witnessed two men being intimate. Terrified, she turned and ran away, not daring to linger.
After this interruption, Li Xiaomin lost all interest in touching Princess Zhenping's small, flat breasts. He released her and dejectedly walked back to the music room.
He had come to terms with it; since Princess Zhenping would find him anyway if he walked on the street, he might as well face her squarely and find a way to resolve the matter.
Behind him, Princess Zhenping's face flushed and paled alternately. Although she wanted to stab him from behind, she couldn't bring herself to do it.
A vague question arose in her mind: "Is he really that little eunuch? He looks very similar, but his skin is darker, and his voice isn't as high-pitched; it's deeper, yet more melodious. But if they aren't the same person, is it really possible for two people in this world to look so alike?"
Li Xiaomin returned to the hall and sat down, listening to the guests discussing poetry and literature. Unable to join the conversation, he sat down next to Chen Dexiu, sipping tea and idly glancing around at the decorations of the famous pleasure boat.
Princess Zhenping returned and sat behind the table opposite him, glaring at him fiercely, though her eyes held a hint of dazedness.
Beside her sat a handsome young man, her distant cousin Zhou Chang'an. Seeing her gaze, he frowned slightly, a flash of icy killing intent crossing his eyes.
The boy opposite him, though only fifteen or sixteen, possessed a commanding presence, handsome features, and was even slightly more handsome than himself. If Princess Zhenping were to fall for him, he would be a formidable rival. And his long-held schemes might be thwarted because of him.
At this moment, a charming young maid approached Qin Xian'er, whispering in her ear while looking at Li Xiaomin and Princess Zhenping with fear, recounting everything she had seen to her mistress.
Qin Xian'er listened in surprise, glancing at the two handsome young men sitting opposite each other in the hall. A hint of regret and disappointment flashed across her eyes. She couldn't believe that so many men in the world had homosexual tendencies.
Zhou Chang'an, seeing this, felt even more puzzled and annoyed. He smiled coldly, raised his cup, and addressed Li Xiaomin, saying, "That gentleman seems to be a refined person as well. I wonder if you have any knowledge of poetry and literature?"
Li Xiaomin laughed when he saw that Zhou Chang'an was responding to him. He was about to say that he knew nothing about poetry when a thought suddenly struck him: "In the palace, Princess Zhenping already knows that I don't understand poetry. If I show off now, maybe she will think that I am not Xiaominzi and will no longer suspect me!"
Thinking of this, he looked up at the sky and laughed smugly, "I dare not presume to speak. Although I am not good at writing lyrics, when it comes to poetry, if I consider myself second, I'm afraid no one would dare to claim first place!" As soon as
he said this, the whole room was in an uproar. Everyone turned their heads and expressed their deep contempt for this arrogant young man's boastful words.
Zhou Chang'an, secretly furious and eager to embarrass Li Xiaomin, smiled and said, "In that case, please compose a poem on the spot so everyone can critique it, what do you say?"
Li Xiaomin looked around and saw that everyone seemed to agree, and some were even secretly laughing, waiting to see him make a fool of himself. He then smiled and said, "That's not difficult. However, there needs to be a theme, right? What should I use as the theme for this poem?"
Princess Zhenping, who had been sitting silently to the side, suddenly interjected, "How about using 'Moonlight' as the theme?"
Qin Xian'er, sitting in the hall, smiled and said, "This young master is right. Let's use 'Moonlight' as the theme and compose a poem so we can appreciate your poetic talent." As
soon as Qin Xian'er said this, everyone had no objections and quieted down to listen to the arrogant young man compose his poem.
Li Xiaomin coughed lightly, stood up, raised his wine cup, turned to look at the bright moon in the sky, pondered for a while, then gently stroked his hair and leisurely recited:
"The bright moon before my bed... a head full of sores..."
He hurriedly stopped after only one line, but couldn't stop himself from uttering a line from a movie he had heard before. He immediately regretted it: "How could I start spouting nonsense? Can such weak wine really get me drunk?"
As soon as he said this, the cabin erupted in an uproar. Everyone couldn't help but laugh and curse, both annoyed and amused by the ridiculous words the young man had composed.
Chen Dexiu also blushed, lowered his head and remained silent, knowing that he was about to be laughed at as well.
Zhou Chang'an chuckled a few times and said, "This gentleman, you really have written a good poem! You made me so excited that I sprayed tea all over the floor!"
The guests burst into laughter, their gazes towards Li Xiaomin filled with mockery. Qin Xian'er couldn't help but cover her mouth with her sleeve and laugh, watching this interesting young man with great curiosity.
Li Xiaomin blushed, raised his cup and laughed, "That was just a joke. Now is the real poem I'm going to write!"
He paced back and forth in front of the railing, reciting:
"The bright moonlight shines before my window,"
Zhou Chang'an chimed in, "His head is covered in sores!"
Everyone burst into laughter again. Zhou Chang'an looked around, self-satisfied, thrilled that he had humiliated his rival.
Princess Zhenping, however, did not laugh, but stared intently at Li Xiaomin, trying to see through his facade to his true nature.
Ignoring Zhou Chang'an's provocation, Li Xiaomin continued reciting:
"It seems like frost on the ground."
Everyone paused, the laughter gradually subsided, and they realized that the poem actually had some merit.
Zhou Chang'an shook his head and said, "Vulgar!"
Li Xiaomin raised his cup and strolled around, reciting the third line:
"Raising my head, I gaze at the bright moon."
Zhou Chang'an shook his head and sneered, "Vulgar, vulgar, vulgar! With such poetic talent, you dare to show it off here in front of Master Qin and all these refined scholars!"
Everyone else shook their heads and smiled, not holding any hope for Li Xiaomin's poetic talent. Only Qin Xian'er and Princess Zhenping kept their eyes on him, sensing that he wouldn't give up so easily.
Li Xiaomin turned his head, smiled slightly at the two women, and recited the last line of the poem in a melancholy and melodious voice:
"Lowering my head, I think of my hometown."
As soon as this line was uttered, the two women's eyes immediately lit up, and everyone in the hall immediately stopped laughing and talking. The entire hall fell silent in an instant.
After a long pause, Qin Xian'er sighed softly, "What a fine poem! The last line perfectly encapsulates the entire poem's meaning, using the imagery of gazing at the bright moon to express homesickness. You are truly a man of exceptional talent, young master, it is truly astonishing."
She raised her eyes, looking at Li Xiaomin with a melancholy gaze, and sighed softly, "May I ask your esteemed name, young master?"
Li Xiaomin, with a solemn expression, cupped his hands and said, "I dare not presume, my humble name is not worth mentioning. My surname is Li, and my given name is Bai."

In Chapter 8 of Volume 2, the guests and maids in

Li Bai's hall secretly recited this name, all vaguely sensing that this name, along with this exquisite poem, would be passed down through the ages, recited by posterity for millennia.
Li Xiaomin, with a humble demeanor, sat down with a smile, but inwardly he was pondering: "I could say I plagiarized Li Bai's poem, but if I use his name to recite it and help him achieve eternal fame, it doesn't really count as plagiarism, does it?"
A sudden sense of confusion arose in his mind: "Why is it that in those alternate history novels I used to read, the protagonists always liked to plagiarize other people's poems and articles, passing them off as their own, without a shred of shame? Does this mean that Chinese people really take pride in plagiarism and have no sense of morality? No wonder those highly respected professors are so eager to plagiarize other people's research results and publish them as their own papers in those solemn academic journals."
Recalling those novels, after traveling back in time, the only character who was always careful not to plagiarize the works of later generations and single-mindedly did not interfere with the course of history seemed to be the somewhat immoral Xiang Shaolong. However, readers generally regarded such a person as an idiot.
Li Xiaomin shook his head vigorously, banishing these wild thoughts, and stood up, cupping his hands in a respectful bow with a smile, saying, "It's getting late, and I'm not a strong drinker, so I'll take my leave now."
Qin Xian'er was taken aback, a hint of reluctance appearing in her beautiful eyes. Just as she was about to say something to persuade him to stay, Princess Zhenping stood up and
said, "Brother Li's talent surpasses that of many in the world. I regret not meeting you sooner. Please stay a while, so I can learn a thing or two from you." She picked up her wine cup, walked to Li Xiaomin's side, sat down, and raised her cup with a smile, saying, "I'd like to toast Brother Li!"
Li Xiaomin smiled bitterly to himself, clinked glasses with her, and drank it all in one gulp.
Zhou Chang'an was shocked and furious, gritting his teeth inwardly, but he smiled and stood up, taking his cup to Li Xiaomin's table, also wanting to toast him.
Chen Dexiu recognized Zhou Chang'an, bowed respectfully, and tactfully offered them his seat, then moved to the side. His drunkenness intensified, and he embraced the twelve or thirteen-year-old prostitute, kissing and caressing her wantonly.
The three sat down behind the table. Princess Zhenping, in the center, kept toasting Li Xiaomin, hoping to get him drunk and extract his background from him. Zhou Chang'an, however, also kept toasting, hoping to get both of them drunk so he could leave with Princess Zhenping. Li Xiaomin feigned compliance, spouting nonsense, claiming he was Chen Dexiu's friend, grateful for his invitation to the pleasure boat trip in Jinling, and that he would likely have to leave Jinling and return home in a few days.
As if by unspoken agreement, the three men remained silent about Princess Zhenping's true identity and the assassination attempt of the previous day. Li Xiaomin, a seasoned veteran of alcohol, was no match for strong liquor; a few cups of weak wine were hardly enough to intoxicate him. While the other two were already tipsy, he remained relatively so, though his speech became slurred and unclear.
Qin Xian'er played a few tunes, chatted with the guests, and discussed poetry and literature, occasionally asking Li Xiaomin for advice, which he always managed to brush off by feigning drunkenness. As
dusk approached, nearing midnight, Qin Xian'er saw the guests off. Half-drunk, the guests helped each other out of the cabin. Chen Dexiu, however, had already become intimate with the young prostitute, and they went to the back of the pleasure boat to spend the night.
Li Xiaomin glanced at the two men slumped on the table. Thinking it wouldn't be good to leave her there alone, a girl, and perhaps some daring customer would take advantage of her, he reached out and pulled her away, his arm around her waist.
Zhou Chang'an, slightly sober, reached for Princess Zhenping's hem. Li Xiaomin saw this immediately and thought, "You little brat, daring to molest a woman in front of me!"
He had long disliked Zhou Chang'an, and seized the opportunity to kick him to the ground. He watched Zhou Chang'an crawl under the table, sobbing and falling asleep, while Li Xiaomin carried Princess Zhenping away.
In a corner, the maid who had witnessed Li Bai and the handsome young man's intimacy in the toilet had seen this touching scene of parting. She breathed a sigh of relief and thought to herself, "Could this be the legendary love triangle between beautiful young men? It's truly a beautiful scene!"
Li Xiaomin, carrying Princess Zhenping, got into the carriage he had shared with Chen Dexiu and drove to his newly rented mansion.
Upon entering the mansion, General Sha, accompanied by over a hundred ghost guards, bowed and said, "Reporting to Master, we have cleaned the house thoroughly, and all the wealth of the Wan family has been moved to the storeroom."
Li Xiaomin nodded, praised them a few times, and told them to return to the palace to continue their cultivation in the abandoned hall. He had already delayed their cultivation by summoning them out; he couldn't afford to delay any longer, lest they be prevented from reaching a higher level of power at this crucial juncture.
Walking through the empty courtyard, everything was dark, but with his eyes honed by immortal arts, he could see that the courtyard was spotless. The houses, cleaned by ghosts, were indeed astonishingly clean.
Looking down at Princess Zhenping in his arms, she was still fast asleep, a slight smile on her beautiful face, as if she were having a sweet dream.
Seeing this picture of a beautiful woman sleeping in spring, Li Xiaomin's appetite was immediately aroused. He carried her to the bedroom, where red candles were already lit and the bedding was ready, just what he wanted. He placed her on the bed, and his hands reached out to touch her breasts.
After touching them for a while, he felt that the peaks were a little low. Unsatisfied, Li Xiaomin reached into her blouse, stroking her skin, until he reached her breasts and held those small, smooth breasts in his hands. Li Xiaomin couldn't help but mutter, "They're really flat..."
"Slap!" A slap landed on her face. Princess Zhenping sat up, her eyebrows furrowed, and cursed, "You damned eunuch, how dare you molest me and slander my figure! You've violated palace rules and should be severely punished!"
Li Xiaomin thought she was drunk and talking in her sleep, but seeing her phoenix eyes wide open, full of shame and indignation, he was shocked and exclaimed, "Huh? When did you wake up?"
Princess Zhenping angrily said, "When you touched me just now..." Both ashamed and angry, she raised her hand and slapped him again, gritting her teeth, "For a eunuch to molest his master like this is a capital offense!"
Li Xiaomin dodged to the side and shouted, "Hey, you've mistaken me for someone else! I'm not a eunuch, my name is Li Bai, definitely not the person you know!"
Princess Zhenping pounced on him, forcefully pushing him down onto the bed, her jade-like face flushed with anger, punching him as she shouted, "You're talking nonsense!" "If I hadn't seen through your eunuch status, would I have come back with you, giving you the opportunity to take advantage of me? Hmph, although you don't have the ability to truly defile me, you still dared to indulge your lustful desires on me. You deserve a beating!"
Li Xiaomin, receiving a fist on the head, inwardly groaned, "How can she say anything when she's drunk? Is it something to be proud of for a princess to be touched by a eunuch? Instead of trying to cover it up, she had to tell others and risk my life?"
Princess Zhenping was so enraged by his actions that she lost her mind. She reached down and said fiercely, "You still dare to lie to me, saying you're not a eunuch, that this place is completely empty..."
Before she could finish speaking, an expression of extreme surprise appeared on her face, while Li Xiaomin let out a scream, because in her anger, she didn't know her own strength and almost had her testicles crushed by the princess for the second time.
Princess Zhenping stared blankly at him, murmuring, "I'm sorry, I thought you were..."
Li Xiaomin, his face streaked with tears, tightened his grip on her soft, delicate body, resting his head on her fragrant shoulder, sobbing, "Why do you sisters all have this problem? This is the second time. Although last time it was a ghost possessing your sister... Luckily, Qingling doesn't like this with me, otherwise how could I live..."
Princess Zhenping, like him, was already half-drunk and couldn't hear what he was saying incoherently. Suddenly, a cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she shouted, "You're trying to fool me again! You stuffed cotton and a stick in your crotch to pretend to be a man? Let me prove your identity!"
She reached out and tore open his belt, about to pull down his pants. Li Xiaomin was shocked, flailing his arms and legs, shouting, "Hey, is this what a princess should do? Do you often pull down eunuchs' pants?"
Princess Zhenping, drunk, gave him a hard knock on the head, yelling, "Nonsense, I've never done that! But I'm still a little curious; if I can't see a man's body, seeing a eunuch's is fine too!"
Fueled by alcohol, this most favored princess of the court finally did what she wouldn't dare to do normally, forcibly committing this brutal act against the drunken, injured, and powerless Li Xiaomin.
When his pants were pulled down, Princess Zhenping stared blankly at what was before her, sobering up considerably from the shock.
Li Xiaomin sobbed through the pain, feeling the cold enveloping his lower body. He glared at Princess Zhenping with resentment and gritted his teeth, saying, "See? Tell me, how do I look like a eunuch?"
Princess Zhenping looked up, staring blankly at his handsome face filled with resentment and humiliation. She stammered, "Yes, yes, I'm sorry, I think I came to the wrong room. You rest well, I won't disturb you!"
As she spoke, she slipped off the bed, intending to quietly escape while Li Xiaomin was still weak and avoid this shameful scene.
Li Xiaomin was not about to let go so easily of the lecherous princess who had humiliated him and forcibly removed his pants. He grabbed her, pressed her onto the bed, and roared, "No one has ever been able to leave so easily after squeezing my balls! Just like last time, your sister... never mind, you're not getting away!"
Suddenly, a pink figure floated up from the Soul Collector on the clothes lying on the bedside table. It quickly transformed into a beautiful woman, who used her long sleeves to dance above the two tightly entangled people. With a smile on her lips, she lowered her head and gently blew a breath towards Princess Zhenping's delicate nose.
Although Princess Zhenping couldn't see Yue Niang's spirit, she clearly sensed the energy flow. A delicate fragrance filled her nostrils, and her body immediately heated up. She let out a soft "Ah!" and wrapped her arms around Li Xiaomin's neck. Suddenly, she felt that the boy who had been abusing her wasn't so hateful after all.
Li Xiaomin looked up in surprise at Yue Niang dancing in the air. He gently embraced Princess Zhenping's beautiful face, lowered his head to kiss her lips, and breathed his breath into her mouth. He then saw Princess Zhenping's eyes become watery, and her previously stiff body soften. Overjoyed, he knew Yue Niang was using her newly learned skills to resolve his difficulties, and he cast a grateful glance at her.
The drunken Princess Zhenping, under his gentle and gradual movements, gradually became lost in ecstasy, letting out seductive moans. Aroused by him and Yue Niang, her body began to automatically respond to Li Xiaomin's movements. The room was filled with the soft moans and gasps of the young girl.
Li Xiaomin lay on the bed, holding Princess Zhenping's naked body covered in kisses and finger marks. He gently stroked her truly flat breasts and lower abdomen while breathing softly.
Princess Zhenping lay on his pillow, her face flushed, panting happily. In the afterglow of her climax, she felt quite comfortable from his teasing fingers.
After resting in each other's arms for a while, Princess Zhenping opened her eyes, reached out and placed her hand on Li Xiaomin, her slender fingers tracing circles on his chest. In a soft voice, she asked, "Li Bai, what do you plan to do after something like this?"
Although Li Xiaomin had little experience, he knew what to say. He quickly whispered all the sweet words he knew from his previous life into her ear. Coupled with his increasingly excessive actions, Princess Zhenping's face turned crimson, and her panting became more intense again.
Although Princess Zhenping was bold, she was also a girl deeply educated in royal etiquette, with the concept of lifelong fidelity deeply ingrained in her. She also deeply admired his poetic talent. Now, completely intoxicated by Li Xiaomin's charms, she couldn't help but smile secretly, moaning softly as she dodged his unrestrained hands, tilting her head back to kiss him.
It wasn't until the fourth watch of the night, when the rain stopped and the clouds dispersed, that Princess Zhenping finally awoke from her intoxication. She reluctantly got up from beside Li Xiaomin, blushing as she dressed, only to find her clothes torn by him. She had to wear his clothes instead. Glancing at Li Xiaomin lying on the bed, smiling, she felt both ashamed and annoyed, yet also secretly pleased.
Gazing at the pleasing sight of the beautiful woman dressed, Li Xiaomin, naked, approached her from behind, quietly embracing her delicate body and gently kissing her behind the ear.
Princess Zhenping's body went limp from his ministrations. She leaned her head back on his shoulder and moaned softly, "Don't do this, I have to go back now, otherwise Mother will find out!"
Li Xiaomin ignored her, his hands kneading her breasts until her body burned with desire. He then forced her to set a time and place for their next date before releasing her. He found clothes in the wardrobe, put on a cloak, and, smiling, took her hand as he saw her off.
In the courtyard, there was only one carriage; no other horses. Li Xiaomin lifted Princess Zhenping's delicate body and placed her in the warm, comfortable carriage. He then drove off towards the palace.
Not far from the palace gates, Princess Zhenping struggled to alight from the carriage. After a few steps, she stumbled and nearly fell. Fortunately, Li Xiaomin reacted quickly, catching her and holding her in his arms, asking with concern, "Are you alright?"
Princess Zhenping glared at him, both ashamed and angry, but unable to walk, she had no choice but to have Li Xiaomin untie a horse from the carriage, saddle it, and personally carry her onto the horse. He slapped the horse's rump and watched the fine steed carrying his beloved gallop towards the palace gates.
At the palace gates, Princess Zhenping presented the Crown Prince's warrant, claiming to be a close attendant of the Crown Prince, saying that the Crown Prince had ordered her to enter the palace to see the Empress. The guards, seeing the warrant was genuine, dared not stop her and immediately let her pass.
Upon entering the palace gates, Princess Zhenping reined in her horse and looked south, only to see Li Xiaomin already driving his carriage away. Recalling the dissolute and wanton night, her heart was filled with a mixture of shyness, sweetness, and deep worry for the future.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, she spurred her horse and galloped towards the palace.
Fearing being seen in men's clothing, Princess Zhenping first went back to have a palace maid help her change back into her princess attire. Then, she mounted her horse again and galloped through the palace, apprehending several palace maids and eunuchs along the way, interrogating them about Xiaomin's whereabouts. Finally, Princess Zhenping rode to Li Xiaomin's house, suppressing her pain, and laboriously dismounted. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, she gracefully walked towards Xiaomin's house.
The door to Xiaominzi's room was surprisingly open. Princess Zhenping walked into his bedroom and, by the morning light streaming in, clearly saw a person lying on the bed, with fair skin, fast asleep. It was that wretched little eunuch himself. She breathed a sigh of relief, patting her chest lightly, secretly glad that her first time hadn't been with this eunuch.
Xiaominzi's resemblance to Li Bai had always been a source of deep suspicion for Princess Zhenping, but seeing him sleeping soundly in her room finally put her mind at ease. Losing her virginity to a talented poet was far better than being taken advantage of by a lowly, fake eunuch.
To be more certain, Princess Zhenping walked step by step to the bedside, reached out and lifted the covers, looking down at his shoulder. Where Li Bai had been, she had bitten him until he bled. If Xiaominzi was Li Bai, his wound wouldn't have healed so quickly; she would surely notice something amiss.
A chill ran through her, and Li Xiaominzi groggily opened his eyes.
He had been worried that Princess Zhenping would come during the day to investigate his resemblance to Li Bai, and he was also afraid that someone would find him missing from his room. Therefore, he abandoned his carriage in a side alley and quickly returned to his residence. He used his magic to circulate his magical power, healing his wounds and removing the faint tan on his face. Feeling a wave of drowsiness wash over him, he fell asleep immediately. However, he didn't expect Princess Zhenping to be so impatient. Just as dawn was
breaking, she came to pull back his blankets. Seeing the figure moving before his eyes, Li Xiaomin, still sleepy, didn't think much of it, snatched the blankets from Princess Zhenping's hands, and continued to sleep soundly.
Princess Zhenping was both amused and annoyed. She reached out and tapped his head, calling out, "Xiaominzi, get up!"
Li Xiaomin groggily opened his eyes and, seeing Princess Zhenping standing by the bed, was stunned. He exclaimed, "Princess, what are you doing in my room?"
Princess Zhenping blushed. His voice was high-pitched, yet somehow familiar. Doubts rose again in her heart. She called out, "Lift the covers! I want to see your body!"
Li Xiaomin was startled. If she saw him, it would be terrible. He quickly covered his body tightly, trying to hide it from her.
Princess Zhenping's suspicions only deepened. To resolve this crucial question that would affect her entire life, she pounced on the bed, pinned Xiaominzi down, and pulled back the covers.
Looking down, she saw that Xiaominzi's fair skin was smooth, without any marks or teeth marks. Princess Zhenping secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but still couldn't be sure. She reached out and gently stroked Li Xiaomin's body.
Feeling the cold, jade-like hands, chilled by the morning wind, caress his bare skin, Li Xiaomin couldn't help but break out in goosebumps. He stammered, "Your Highness, please don't do this. I'm still a virgin..."
Princess Zhenping, hearing his blatant lies, felt a mixture of shame, anger, and amusement. She raised her hand and slapped him hard, scolding, "You damned eunuch, what filthy things are you thinking? Do you think I, a princess of noble birth, would ever dare to lay a hand on you?"
Li Xiaomin hurriedly nodded, but inwardly he thought, "So what if I'm noble? I almost turned me into a spent flower after all."
His gaze involuntarily drifted towards Princess Zhenping's lower body. Princess Zhenping noticed, her heart pounding with fear, afraid he would see something strange and spread it to others.
She shrank back, then realized what this little eunuch knew about matters of men and women; he had only fooled her for nothing. Enraged, she punched Li Xiaomin on the head, yelling, "What are you looking at? I'll beat you up!"
Before she could finish speaking, she saw Li Xiaomin's gaze drift downwards again, fixed on her chest.
Princess Zhenping looked down and was shocked. She had been too hasty in changing her clothes and hadn't dressed properly. After her journey, her clothes were open, and her breasts were half-exposed, her smooth, white skin exposed to the little eunuch's eyes.
She hurriedly covered herself, then looked at the little eunuch again. He had a slight smile on his face, and seemed to be secretly swallowing his saliva. Enraged and feeling cheated, she pounced on Li Xiaomin, pinning him down, intending to pull back his blanket and see his body as well.
Li Xiaomin was terrified and hurriedly covered himself with the blanket, pleading, "Your Highness, I'm a eunuch, this isn't appropriate..."
Princess Zhenping, hearing him think of something inappropriate again, became even more furious. She punched him hard on the head several times and forcefully pulled off the blanket. Li Xiaomin, however, refused to let go, clinging to the blanket, covering his genitals, and fighting desperately for possession of the blanket with Princess Zhenping.
Princess Zhenping pressed down on him, wrestling with him, and was about to tear off the last bit of his covering when she suddenly heard a cry of surprise: "Sister, what are you doing?"
Princess Zhenping was startled and turned around to see her younger sister, Princess Changping, standing in the doorway, her face full of surprise, staring at her in disbelief.
Princess Changping had come to see Xiaomin. Last night, for some reason, she hadn't slept well, tossing and turning, her mind filled with images of Xiaomin, and her body often felt hot. Not knowing the reason, she had come to see him at dawn to find out what was wrong with her.
Unbeknownst to her, this was the body of the alluring female ghost, Consort Yi. Though her soul had vanished, a portion of her spirit remained, stirring her emotions in her dreams. Coupled with the lingering memory of her encounter with Li Xiaomin after the possession, she felt a strange attraction to this handsome young eunuch. Upon entering
, she heard Xiaomin's screams; from his words, it seemed a woman was abusing him.
Princess Changping, outside the door, was horrified. She wondered which palace maid or female official dared to touch her beloved adopted brother. Filled with righteous indignation, she rushed in to rescue Xiaomin from his impending ordeal.
But instead, she found her closest sister straddling Xiaomin, forcefully stripping off his blankets with lustful intent. The poor Xiaomin was pinned beneath her, his face pale, tears streaming down his face, clutching the blankets to preserve his fragile dignity.
Princess Changping was both shocked and furious, her gaze towards her sister filled with disbelief and suspicion. She couldn't believe that her most respected and beloved sister would sneak into Xiaominzi's room while she was away and do such a thing to him. Princess Zhenping,
caught in the act by her sister, was filled with shame and jumped off the bed in a panic. Just as she was about to explain, a sharp pain shot through her body, causing her to stumble and nearly fall.
Despite her deep sisterly affection and bewilderment at her sister's actions, Princess Changping rushed to her side, supporting her swaying body and asking with concern, "Sister, what's wrong?"
Princess Zhenping, her face flushed, dared not describe her injury to her sister, and could only say, "It's nothing, I was just playing around with Xiaominzi, and I got a little too rough. I'm a bit exhausted."
As she spoke, she gave Xiaominzi a threatening look, forcing him not to reveal the truth.
Li Xiaomin dared not speak, and could only choke back tears, saying, "Yes, Princess, Princess Zhenping was just playing a joke on me..."
Princess Changping could easily see through the deception. Furious, she stared directly at Princess Zhenping and let out a heavy snort.
Princess Zhenping blushed crimson, overwhelmed with shame under her gaze. She hurriedly said, "Sister, don't misunderstand. Last night I met someone outside the palace who looked very much like him, so I needed to verify his identity..."
Princess Changping exclaimed "Eh!" and looked down at her. She had only changed her top; her trousers were still on, and she was wearing men's trousers. Her shoes were also covered in mud, something not found in the palace—clearly very strange.
A strange expression appeared on her face as well. She hugged Princess Zhenping and whispered in her ear, "Sister, could it be that you were out all night and didn't come back?"
In her haste, Princess Zhenping misspoke, revealing her secret to Princess Changping. Overwhelmed with shame, tears streamed down her face.
Princess Changping's heart raced; she had already guessed seven or eight parts of the truth. Seeing her sister's embarrassment, she quickly smiled and said, "Don't cry, don't cry, I won't tell anyone! Does that person really look like Xiaominzi?"
Princess Zhenping sobbed, forcefully pulling away from her sister's hand, turning and staggering towards the door, eager to go back and change out of her men's trousers to avoid being seen again.
Princess Changping felt both shy and amused, and didn't dare stop her. She watched her leave, stunned for a long time, then walked to the bedside. Seeing Xiaominzi curled up in a ball on the bed, his frightened eyes like those of a trapped animal, she felt both pity and amusement. She reached out and stroked his head, comforting him, "Alright, alright, I was just joking with you, don't take it seriously!"
Li Xiaomin took the opportunity to snuggle against her, resting his face against her chest, sobbing, "But she said she wanted to see my lower body, and might even touch..."
Princess Changping, holding her handsome younger brother in her arms, blushed. She lightly flicked his head and admonished him, "You must never say such things to anyone, or someone will beat you to death according to palace rules!"
Li Xiaomin nodded repeatedly. Seeing the adorable look of fear on his handsome face, Princess Changping felt a surge of affection. She hugged him tightly, stroking his head, comforting him while thinking, "Sister, you spent the night outside! How bold! But what did you do with that man who looks like Xiaomin? Is it really just about talking for one night?"
As she thought about it, her body grew hot. Her jade-like hand, which was holding Xiaomin's half-naked body, tightened slightly, tracing down his neck.
Although he enjoyed the touch of the beautiful young woman's hand, Li Xiaomin dared not let her touch anything substantial, lest she find something to use against him and jeopardize his position in the palace. Feeling the jade hand probing downwards, she hurriedly cried out, "Sister!"
Lost in her fantasies, Princess Changping snapped out of her reverie and realized she had touched a place she shouldn't have. Any further and things would go wrong. Startled, she jumped up, throwing Li Xiaomin onto the bed. Looking at his naked upper body, she felt both ashamed and frightened, and turned to flee outside. Li Xiaomin watched her graceful figure, like a fluttering butterfly, sighed, and secretly vowed that from now on ,
he would wear bulletproof underwear to sleep in the palace and would never dare to sleep naked again.

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