My eunuch An is a yandere

Zhang Ying was hit in one leg and had difficulty moving. An Cheng hesitated for a moment, then squatted down and said.

"Come up, I'll carry you."

Zhang Ying covered her mouth in surprise, somewhat unbelievable. An Cheng actually wanted to carry her on his back. This was definitely physical intimacy.

"Hurry up, if you're any later, your family will be worried."

"Oh."

Zhang Ying quickly stood up crookedly, mustered up his courage, and gently lay down.

An Cheng closed his eyes, said sorry, and stood up by holding Zhang Ying's butt.

It was Zhang Ying's first time being carried on someone's back. Her face flushed red and her heart pounded. An Cheng's broad back made her feel uneasy and she didn't know where to put her hands.

"Hold me tight."

An Cheng's calm voice sounded, and Zhang Yingcai finally dared to reach out and put his arms around An Cheng's neck.

"Dr. An, thank you."

An Cheng did not answer because he felt he was not worthy of a thank you.

He is not a fool. As an adult, he knows that Zhang Ying has different feelings towards him.

But who was he? He was the descendant of a criminal who had been exiled. In order to repay a favor, he even adopted his own child to his younger brother.

How can a man like him deserve a girl's true love?

What's more, this girl has a bright future. Being with him is like putting flowers in cow dung, which even the cow dung would spit and say is unlucky.

Seeing that An Cheng didn't say anything, Zhang Ying felt uneasy. She didn't know what An Cheng was thinking. She thought that she was too heavy and pressed down on An Cheng, making him unhappy.

"Am I too heavy?"

Compared to other girls, she is taller and not as slender.

Hearing the uneasiness in her tone, An Cheng shook his head.

"No, you're not heavy at all."

Perhaps it was the darkness that gave her courage, or perhaps it was An Cheng's back that gave her courage. Zhang Ying wanted to use this opportunity to express her feelings, but the words turned around when they reached her lips.

"So you hate me?"

Zhang Ying regretted asking the question the moment she said it. Although it wasn't a confession, it was too direct. She was terrified of being rejected, and also terrified that An Cheng didn't like her at all, and would realize the implication of her words and abandon her.

The wait for two steps was so long that Zhang Ying felt his eyes were about to get wet.

"I don't hate you."

An Cheng sighed in his heart. In this dark night, more than one person became braver.

Zhang Ying seemed to be encouraged by this answer. He clenched his hands tightly, took a few breaths, and then spoke again.

"Then do you like me?"

An Cheng supported Zhang Ying's back. His posture was steady and his breathing was even. He showed no emotion at all in response to this bold question.

If her voice hadn't been clear enough, she would have mistakenly thought the other person hadn't heard her question.

An Cheng stopped talking and silently escorted the man to the gate of the general's mansion.

He gently placed her on the ground before speaking.

"Miss Zhang, I am a commoner, and I am old, so I am not a good match for you. If you need any help in the future, please ask the family doctor to treat you."

"You are a commoner, and I am a fierce woman; you are old, and I am not young either; you are not a good match, and I am not a good person either."

After hearing Zhang Ying's adjectives, An Cheng couldn't help but cough. Which girl would say that she is a fierce girl and not a good person?

An Cheng raised his hand, wanting to rub the top of Zhang Ying's head, but retracted his hand halfway.

It's better not to make any unnecessary movements, as it might lead to misunderstandings. This girl is so straightforward, and her eyes are so clear and penetrating. How could he bear to drag such a good person into his own quagmire?

"Miss Zhang, you have arrived home. I will take my leave."

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On the training ground in the imperial palace, Bai Ningwei watched over Zhang Ying for a long time and always felt that Zhang Ying was not in a good state today.

"Hezi, look at our lady-in-waiting Zhang. Doesn't she look a little listless today?"

Hezi flicked his whisk and replied uncertainly.

"Your Majesty, you don't look as energetic as you were a few days ago."

"That's quite rare. Let's ask her to come down and have some rest."

After saying that, Bai Ningwei asked someone to serve refreshments.

When Zhang Ying came over, she thought that the Queen Mother was dissatisfied with her state today. She kept scolding herself in her heart for being stupid and wondering how she could bring the emotions from last night here. Unfortunately, it was too late to react now.

But to her surprise, Bai Ningwei asked her to sit down.

"I've seen you training so hard every day lately that I almost forgot to give you two days off to rest."

"Thank you, Queen Mother, for your consideration, but I am not tired."

"Whether you're tired or not, you should rest. Whatever you do, it's important to balance work and rest."

After saying that, Bai Ningwei asked Hezi to give the palace maids in training a holiday. After everyone had dispersed a little further away, she asked.

"You don't seem to be in a good mood today, but you said you're not tired. What's the reason?"

The topic was somewhat personal, and Zhang Ying wasn't sure whether to open it. After all, for a woman to actively propose to a man and fail, it wasn't just a loss of womanly modesty; it was also a complete failure. It was humiliating.

"Could it be..."

Zhang Ying widened his eyes and stared at the empress dowager's mouth nervously, not knowing what she was afraid of hearing.

"Did General Zhang scold you?"

Oh, the Queen Mother really didn’t know. Zhang Ying felt an indescribable sense of loss.

"My father never scolds me."

"You're just in a bad mood. I'll give you a day off. Go out with some friends."

"Her Majesty, Chen Xinxin got married yesterday, and I can't find anyone else willing to play with me."

Zhang Ying had a resentful look on her face, and she felt extremely sad when she talked about Chen Xinxin's wedding.

It is said that Chen Xinxin is still about half a month away, but her marriage has not yet started.

"It sounds to me like you have a lot of resentment."

Bai Ningwei lifted Zhang Ying's chin, turned left and right, looked for a long time, and then asked uncertainly.

"Could it be that you've been heartbroken?"

"How did you know that, Your Majesty? My confession failed last night. I was so sad and heartbroken. I was devastated. I even skipped a fried dough stick for breakfast today."

Seeing the situation, Bai Ningwei felt that she was being relied upon. She was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. She picked up a piece of dessert and listened attentively.

"So the person you like is a doctor named An Cheng."

"Well, he's very gentle. He treats me like a girl and doesn't think I'm weird. Most importantly, I don't think he has no feelings for me."

Bai Ningwei listened with great interest, but it was a pity that there were no melon seeds in the palace snacks, which was almost enough.

"He has feelings for you but he rejected you. That's not right."

As the saying goes, when a man pursues a woman, there's a mountain between them; when a woman pursues a man, there's only a layer of gauze between them. In this great dynasty, there aren't many girls like Zhang Ying who are as straightforward in expressing their feelings. As long as the other person isn't a blockhead, they'll be flattered by the confession, and the probability of them responding is very high.

"That's because he has something to hide and he's afraid of delaying me."

Zhang Ying supported his chin in worry and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle with sadness, giving a feeling of being in the painful literature of youth.

"Is there anything else you can't tell me?"

This gossip is really more interesting the more you listen to it. Bai Ningwei, the Queen Mother of a country, said reservedly, "This palace is very interested in your story."