My eunuch An is a yandere

On the official road outside the capital, an ox cart was moving slowly.

Sitting in the carriage were an old woman in plain and patched clothes and a young man.

"Mother, we can see the city gate now. We are finally back."

The old woman held her son's hand tightly, feeling overwhelmed with emotion and remaining silent.

After a while, the old woman's voice with a choked sob was heard.

"He's back."

The ox cart entered the city smoothly, turned into an alley, and stopped in front of a small courtyard.

This alley has a nice environment, with bluestone bricks paved on the ground. It is an alley where wealthy families live.

The man helped his mother out of the car. Someone in the courtyard had already heard the noise and opened the door. When they saw the two of them, they smiled and saluted.

"I'm sure you two must be the old lady and the master. I received the letter the other day, and I had the servants clean the house again and air the bedding. Eat something easy to digest and have a good night's rest. From now on, you can enjoy yourself."

The housekeeper is a very versatile person, and everything he says is heartwarming.

The old lady was supported by her son into the yard and only then could she see the whole yard clearly.

The courtyard was small, with only one entrance, which matched their status. However, the main house was a two-story building, which doubled the space.

Seeing the old lady's surprised expression, the butler You Rong and Yan introduced them.

"This is the most fashionable house in the capital nowadays. There are no more than five of these in the entire capital. And our house is more than just the two floors you see. There is another floor below. Five servants, including the maids, live downstairs. It's not crowded at all."

"Down there? How can anyone live there? It's pitch dark, isn't it?"

The man, the uncle, asked doubtfully.

"Sir, please look."

The housekeeper pointed to the bottom of the house and showed it to the two men.

"Look, this lower floor has a top that's exposed to the ground, and it has windows, so there's light."

"That's too small."

The underground floor is less than half a meter above the ground, and the windows are horizontal and only about a foot wide.

"That's the beauty of this house. From the front, it looks like two stories, but when you go to the back, it's three stories. It's also called a sunken courtyard."

The housekeeper led the two new masters around to the back of the house, where they saw a fence outside the building and a square deep pit inside the fence.

Going down the stairs, the small courtyard is divided into two parts, one half is planted with seasonal vegetables, the other half is planted with an oleander tree, a small stone table and two stone benches.

It's quite interesting.

"After so many years, I never thought the capital would have changed so much."

"That's not all. Our villa has running water, so it's very convenient to wash hands on a daily basis."

"Is the capital still receiving fresh water?"

The man found it unbelievable, because introducing living water was something only the royal family had.

"Of course not. Don't worry, sir. We've just built an extra water room on the roof. The servants fill the water tank every day. If you need hot water, you can light a stove and it won't be long before you have hot water."

"Whoever came up with this house is a genius."

"Who says it isn't? I heard that this house, including the ceramic water pipes, was the idea of ​​the current Queen Mother."

When the old lady and the man heard the Queen Mother, their faces froze in embarrassment.

The housekeeper also noticed the difference and for a moment he didn't know whether to continue talking.

The man took a deep breath, calmed his complicated emotions, and asked.

"Did the Second Master leave a message?"

"I've already sent the servant to inform the Second Master. There haven't been any major events in the capital lately, so the Second Master might be here by dinner time."

The butler said come, not go back.

The man pursed his lips.

"Second Master doesn't live here?"

"When the late emperor was still alive, he gave you a house, and you usually live there."

When the old lady heard this, she wiped her wet eyes dejectedly and gave the order.

"If you have anything to say, wait until Jiu'er comes back."

"Yes, mother."

The man helped his mother into the house. Butterflies in the yard fluttered their wings and flew back, out of the yard. Their wings fluttered past the wall plaque of the house. On the palm-sized wooden plaque were inscribed the words "An Mansion."

At night, a dark carriage with copper-clad sides stopped outside the alley. An Jiu sat in the carriage in silence for a long time, and finally, he composed himself and got out.

In his previous life, his mother and elder brother died one after another on the road to exile.

In this life, at least he still had two relatives. But things and people had changed, and he didn't know how to face them.

Today he was wearing an official uniform, all black and covered with dark patterns embroidered with silver thread. His whole aura revealed that he was either rich or noble.

Standing outside the gate of the courtyard he bought for his mother and elder brother, he closed his eyes and listened for two breaths before making up his mind to knock on the door.

The door was opened. It was his elder brother An Cheng who opened the door.

When An Cheng was exiled, his younger brother was just a little boy who was not even as tall as his chest. When they met again, his younger brother was as tall as him.

"Ninth brother?"

An Cheng couldn't believe it. His brother was originally a gentle and cheerful person, but the man in front of him was cold and stern, with cold and ruthless eyes. He was so serious that he didn't dare to recognize him.

The two were speechless for a moment, but fortunately An Cheng reacted quickly and moved aside to make way.

"Mother is waiting for you."

Anjiu followed Ancheng silently into the hall.

Old Madam Wang, who had already changed into proper clothes, sat at the head of the table, tears streaming down her face. Without waiting for her to call out, An Jiu lifted his skirt and knelt down.

He didn't say anything, just kowtowed three times respectfully, then fell to the ground and didn't dare to get up.

The old lady knew what Anjiu was feeling guilty about, and she cried bitterly. She murmured,

"My son has suffered so much, I can't blame you, I blame fate. If it weren't for you, we would have died out there long ago."

An Jiu felt better after hearing that his mother was not blaming him. Although entering the palace as a eunuch was a sentence from the court, and his mother did not know if he had the ability to change the sentence or change the punishment, being a eunuch was something that brought shame to the family, and he was a little worried, fearing that his family would mind and despise him.

Fortunately, what I worried about did not happen.

The old lady got off the chair and threw herself on Anjiu, touching his face and hands, her eyes full of heartache.

Her good little son had become a eunuch. Even if he was dressed in fancy clothes, it couldn't change the fact that he was physically disabled.

"It is God's blessing that our family is together. From now on, our family will never be separated again."

After coaxing the old lady and helping her back to her room to sleep, An Jiu found An Cheng who was waiting for him in the yard.

"What are your plans for the future?"

An Cheng looked at his brother and sighed. All those years in exile, he'd never imagined he'd see the day of amnesty. Now, he was content to be lucky enough to return, and he didn't even dare to think about his future plans.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head.

An Jiu scolded coldly.

"As a grown man, don't you think about how to make money to serve your mother?"

"No, that's not what I meant."

"I've opened a shop in the east of the city, but I don't have time to manage it. Don't waste your medical skills. At least make a little money to support yourself and your mother."

After saying that, An Jiu slapped the shop deed on An Cheng and left without looking back.

An Cheng held the land deed, his eyes red, and he could only say "thank you" to An Jiu's back.