My eunuch An is a yandere

After Anjiu drove away the useless little dice, he thought about the words on his back.

He didn't want to wash off the word. It had such a good meaning that he couldn't bear to do it. He couldn't just not take a shower. The best solution was to get a tattoo.

But no one in the palace knew how to do this, so they could only wait until dawn and go to the imperial prison, where they had all the necessary tools and were also experienced executioners.

An Jiu slept on his stomach all night, and when he opened his eyes, he stood up and went to the imperial prison. He did not dare to do any strenuous exercise along the way, and tried to move as gently as possible. Seeing this, Tao Fang and others felt that Governor An was very eunuch today.

In the imperial prison, when Old Yang, who was sentenced to tattooing, heard An Jiu say that he wanted to get a tattoo, he almost knelt down.

"Commander-in-Chief, this is a tattoo. Why are you doing this?"

"Stop talking nonsense. Just do it. Why so much nonsense?"

"Please allow me to say a few words, but once you get a tattoo of ink on your body, you can never wash it off. Your body and hair are given by your parents. Have you really thought it through?"

Old Yang looked embarrassed. He should have checked the almanac before going out today. How could anyone want to tattoo something on his body? This is tattooing, a punishment for criminals.

Tao Fang also didn't understand and tried to dissuade him.

"Boss, you really need to think it through."

"I've thought it through clearly. You guys get out, and hurry up."

An Jiu pointed at Tao Fang and the others and asked them to leave. He had to tattoo the words, but he couldn't let Tao Fang and the others see it because they could read.

Old Yang was blind, and there were only a few fixed characters for tattooing, and he didn't recognize any of the others.

Seeing that Anjiu really wanted to get a tattoo, the few people did not dare to disobey and left the torture room.

Lao Yang gritted his teeth and opened a set of tools and reminded again.

"Captain, tattooing is very painful. You will suffer greatly. You may even have a fever afterward."

"If you don't do it, I'll chop your hands off."

An Jiu's patience ran out, and he looked at Lao Yang with a gloomy face.

Old Yang shuddered with fear. Even as a seasoned torturer, he was still afraid of those who truly recklessly risked their lives. He could tell that this Commander An was the type who would go crazy and not care about his life.

He pulled out his stash of wine, took a big sip, spit it on the tools, and made a gesture of invitation.

An Jiu lay on the table, feeling the pain of needles piercing his flesh. If pain could get him what he wanted, then this little pain would be nothing.

At night, Anjiu indeed caught a fever. He prepared two prescriptions for himself and gave them to Xiao Dizi, asking him to boil them and bring them to him. Then he lay back down on the bed.

At night, his fever was the worst. In a trance, he seemed to see the empress coming to see him in the clothes of a palace maid.

But how could it be possible? How could the Empress, a daughter of gold, set foot here? He did indeed deliberately go to Lingqi Palace after returning to the palace and met Hezi. He just hoped that Hezi would tell the Empress about his illness and make her miss him more.

Who knew the Empress would actually come? This was impossible. He must be dreaming. An Jiu's eyes were blurred by the burning sensation, and his brain could not think for a few breaths before he fell into a deep sleep.

Bai Ningwei stood by his bed, feeling a strange feeling in her heart. This man was quite scheming. Not long after dinner, Hezi started looking embarrassed in front of her for a long time. She couldn't stand it anymore, so she asked him and found out that it was Anjiu who had a fever.

In ancient times, fever was not a minor illness and could lead to death if not checked.

She sat in the hall for a long while, still feeling somewhat uneasy. Although her feelings for An Jiu were not as deep and strong as his, they were like hearts. Whenever she had any trouble, An Jiu would rush to check on her safety, so she couldn't just ignore it.

So Bai Ningwei changed into Caihe's clothes and came here to confirm whether he had taken medicine and someone was taking care of him.

Seeing him lying on the bed with bloodstains on his shoulder, Bai Ningwei was puzzled for a moment. What had happened to him outside today that he was injured?

There is no alcohol or iodine here, and the wound can easily become infected if it is not cleaned.

Thinking of this, she reached out and lifted Anjiu's collar, wanting to see how big the wound was and whether it had been treated.

Who would have thought that the bleeding shoulder was red and swollen because of a tattoo with the word "Wei" on it.

Bai Ningwei covered her mouth in shock. Here, tattoos weren't called "tattoos," but "tattoos." They didn't represent individuality or uniqueness, but rather a mark of shame. Only the most heinous criminals or exiled prisoners received tattoos.

What was Anjiu thinking? He actually tattooed the words she wrote as a joke on his body. This idea was too advanced, even a little paranoid.

If he had known he would take this so seriously, he should have written it down. Damaging his body in this way would not only open him up to criticism, but would also bring him suffering. This was completely different from his usual way of weighing things up.

Bai Ningwei sighed, putting her complicated thoughts aside. Resolving the fever was the key. She didn't understand pharmacology, and with such a high fever, she didn't have a large bathtub to cool him down.

"Sister, the governor's medicine is ready."

Little Dice brought in a bowl of medicine. He had never seen Concubine De before, and looking at her clothes, he thought she was a senior palace maid in some palace.

Bai Ningwei nodded and gave up her seat.

Little Dice went forward and tried to help the governor up so he could drink the medicine, but Anjiu was lying prone, which was much more difficult than lifting him up from his stomach. He had to be lifted up first. If he woke up, it would be fine, and he could support himself and drink the medicine. If he didn't wake up, someone would have to support him. It was obvious that neither of the two people in the room could do this.

Bai Ningwei could only sit down beside the bed, hugging An Jiu's shoulders as much as possible, and trying to wake him up in his ear.

An Jiu vaguely heard the Empress talking to him. Although it was in a dream, he still couldn't miss the opportunity to act like a spoiled child. He closed his eyes, frowned in pain, and murmured that it hurt.

Did it pull on his shoulder? Bai Ningwei's movements were indeed gentler, and she kept trying to wake him up.

"Anjiu, take your medicine, wake up."

"Miss?"

An Jiu forced himself to open his eyes, looked at the person in front of him, and called out incoherently.

Little Dice couldn't hold back his laughter when he heard it.

"Sister, we all mistook you for his mother."

Bai Ningwei looked at the young eunuch speechlessly, wondering how Anjiu had managed to find such a clown. If he dared to say that again tomorrow when Anjiu was sober, that would be truly courageous.

Taking the medicine bowl and bringing it to his mouth, Bai Ningwei continued to coax him to drink the medicine in a low voice.

Maybe he recognized her voice, but Anjiu cooperated and drank the whole bowl of medicine.

Little Dice kept bowing to Bai Ningwei.

"Thank you, sister. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to handle my governor alone. Please leave your name so I can tell my governor tomorrow and ask him to come back and thank you."

Looking at the empty medicine bowl, Bai Ningwei felt a little relieved. She left a neatly folded handkerchief next to the pillow and left without staying any longer.

The next day, Anjiu's fever subsided, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the handkerchief. It turned out that last night was not a dream; the Empress had actually come. He felt a little sorry for not waking up last night.

"Little Dice, was anyone here last night?"

When Little Dice heard him being called, he hurried into the house and told Anjiu the truth.

"Yes, Commander-in-Chief, a palace maid came last night. In your daze, you mistook her for your mother."