My eunuch An is a yandere

"Madam, do you like this house?"

Anjiu picked up the picture with the word "praise" and thought about it.

Bai Ningwei nodded.

"The house looks very novel, and with three floors, it can accommodate more people at the same time. Land in Beijing is also scarce. If we can improve the water supply and other issues, living in it will be very comfortable."

Speaking of housing, Bai Ningwei unconsciously thought of a small single-family villa. Once upon a time, she also dreamed of working to earn money and buying a house. If she could win the lottery, she could buy a villa with a garden.

Seeing that Bai Ningwei really liked it, An Jiu silently memorized the appearance of the drawing.

"I haven't been here for a while, Madam, don't you even ask me what I'm busy with?"

"You're busy because His Majesty has assigned you something. Is that something I can find out?"

Bai Ningwei put down her pen and showed no interest in what he said.

"Your Majesty, just ask. I will tell you everything I know."

"Need not."

Seeing that Bai Ningwei was really not interested, An Jiu became anxious. If the queen didn't ask, how could he ask to exchange her calligraphy?

"Miss."

Bai Ningwei looked up at the drawn-out ending tone and her wrist being held, and saw An Jiu looking at her pitifully.

His skill in changing his face was truly remarkable. In the Purple Palace, he was as cold as ice, with an air of keeping people away from him. But in front of her, his brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes slightly moist, and the corners of his eyes seemed to have drooped a bit, as if he was heartbroken, upset, and extremely wronged.

But Bai Ningwei fell for his tricks, pulled her hand back, and asked with a mixture of anger and amusement.

"Then tell me, what did His Majesty ask you to do? You were gone for half a month."

An Jiu beat the snake with a stick, leaned on the table, and looked triumphant.

"What your majesty has asked me to do is confidential. If your majesty doesn't reward me, I can't tell you."

So it was because of this. Bai Ningwei really wanted to pinch someone's face. How could he be so shameless in front of her?

"Then tell me, what do you want?"

Anjiu picked up the brush and handed it back to her.

"Please, Your Majesty, grant me a piece of calligraphy."

"That's it?"

Bai Ningwei was a bit surprised. She had thought An Jiu would make some unspeakable request of her. Was he just asking her to write a word? She had misjudged him.

"Well, please give me calligraphy."

This made her look like a bitch. Bai Ningwei rubbed her teeth secretly. She wouldn't refuse such a small request, so why go through so much trouble? Then don't blame her for going through so much trouble for him later.

"Okay, you can talk now."

Bai Ningwei was not interested in Xiao Duo's private affairs. Now she wanted to finish writing to An Jiu quickly and see his helpless look.

"Your Majesty asked me to find a Taoist priest who can make elixirs."

This was another piece of news that she had not expected. Did Xiao Duo actually start to place his hopes on immortality and alchemy?

"Then have you found it?"

"Found it, three in total, just sent it over."

Sending three at once wouldn't worry the emperor wouldn't be able to absorb the tonic. Besides, there's no such thing as an elixir of immortality. Xiao Duo is digging his own grave. Most importantly, others might believe these old-fashioned Taoist priests, but An Jiu, who understands medical principles, would never believe in some tonic pill. He was even more worried about these three Taoist priests than Xiao Duo.

"Miss."

An Jiu interrupted Bai Ningwei's thoughts and urged her to write.

Bai Ningwei looked at An Jiu, tilted her head and smiled, her lips curled up, with some cunning and maliciousness in her smile.

"Take off your clothes and I'll write it on your back."

An Jiu's face flushed red after hearing this.

What? My aunt made me take off my clothes and wrote on my body!

A series of fascinating images popped up in his mind uncontrollably. An Jiu could no longer think and cooperated by taking off his outer robe and inner clothes in two moves.

Her distinct mermaid line and abdominal muscles were exposed so nakedly, Bai Ningwei suddenly felt a little dry in the mouth and her ears were burning. Her idea was a bit too much, why did it make her so horny.

He picked up the pen and turned the man around in a displeased manner, but he couldn't help but touch his bulging biceps.

Bai Ningwei picked up her pen to write, but she didn't start immediately. What should she write? She couldn't write "Serve the country with loyalty and devotion." That would be too unfair to the atmosphere at the moment. When she recalled this scene later, she would regret it. But writing about love and affection was too corny.

Finally, Bai Ningwei wrote the word "Wei" on Anjiu's left shoulder.

The cool, soft touch brushed across Anjiu's shoulders, as if it were brushing against his heart, making him tremble with itch. But no matter how he turned around, he couldn't see what the Empress had written on him. This tingling feeling was truly excruciating.

"My lady, what did you write to me?"

"You can see for yourself."

"The servant can't see."

There was a hint of urgency in Anjiu's voice, but that was the right thing to do.

"I can't see it. Go back and find a way to see it."

When the ink was completely dry, she pulled up her clothes and put them on him, then drove him away.

"I've said what I wanted to say and written what I wanted to say. Please kneel down and pay your respects."

An Jiuke had never knelt in front of Bai Ningwei before. He knew she was teasing him, but he was really stumped.

He came today and didn't even get a kiss or a hug. But he was worried that the words on his back would get scratched off by his clothes, so he was in a dilemma. For the first time, he was reluctant to leave, but he had to leave.

So he pulled the woman over, hugged her in his arms, kissed her, and hurriedly ran out the window, leaving Bai Ningwei, who had succeeded, alone and laughing.

An Jiu climbed out the window and then stopped immediately. He couldn't do strenuous exercise and sweat, otherwise the words on his back would be blurred and he would be depressed to death.

Now he realized that the Empress was doing this on purpose, wanting to make him feel anxious and helpless. This little bit of fun was hard to appreciate without being involved.

An Jiule was stunned. Isn't this just flirting?

Back in the cell, he lit all the candles and raised the bronze mirror, but still couldn't see the words on his back. He had no choice but to call the young eunuch to serve him.

"Little Dice, come in."

Little Dice came in and knelt on the ground obediently.

"The governor is looking for a servant."

"Take paper and pen and trace the words on my back exactly."

Little Dizi couldn't read, so Anjiu had no other choice but to use this method to find out what the words on his back said. But he was clever, otherwise he wouldn't be able to stay with Anjiu and take care of him. With his nimble hands and feet, he copied the words on his back.

Anjiu took it in his hand and looked at it, a warm feeling flowing through his heart. It was the Empress's name. Having it written so intimately on his body was like marking his possession, forever his. Rounding it off, it was almost like a promise that they would never be apart. It wasn't a subtle hint, but a direct expression of possession.

Anjiu was so drunk with the sweetness of his own interpretation that he felt like he was about to pass out, and so happy that he felt like he was about to lose his way.

Little Dice watched Governor An's sweet smile grow sweet, and stepped back a little nervously. He seemed to have seen a side of his master that no one else knew. Would he be silenced?

An Jiu was still thinking about the words on his shoulder. He couldn't let his shoulder get wet... Ah! After all, the words were written with ink, and they wouldn't stick to his body. What should he do to ensure that the words wouldn't be rubbed off?