Jinwei joins hands in rebirth: villains can also eat at the table

Eunuchs are neither male nor female, without blood, and unworthy of having desires. The only thing they can do is serve their masters.

During the years he lived, poverty, class, royal power...all of these things made him unable to raise his head and unable to breathe.

He could only serve his master like a walking corpse, day after day, year after year.

He could only stay in the dark corner and watch the so-called superiors indulge in lust, and watch countless people with the same background as him struggle.

Gradually, he became insatiable.

He began to desire everything that a eunuch could not have.

Money, power, and even sex.

A gambler who loses does not deserve sympathy.

In this life, he stood in front of the gambling table and began to hesitate.

The person on the other side of the gambling table was not Yan Wan, but himself.

People never gamble with their opponents, but with themselves.

In this life, Jinzhong has to ask his own heart how to gamble.

Last night, a heavy rain poured down, and the entire Forbidden City was soaked in water. There was still water on the palace roads, reflecting the faint morning light like a mirror.

The news spread throughout the palaces that Concubine Jia had given birth to a little prince last night, and early this morning, the rewards from all the palaces arrived. Jinzhong led several young eunuchs to Qixiang Palace to deliver the rewards from the Emperor.

"Your servant pays his respects to Consort Jia and Aunt Zhenshu. This is a reward from the Emperor. He has been busy these past few days and has been unable to visit, so he asked your servant to deliver it early this morning."

He spoke, but his eyes were not honest. He glanced around, trying to find a green figure.

"Thank you, Eunuch Jinzhong! This is a gift from the Empress. Come on! Take Eunuch Jinzhong for a cup of tea. Ying'er? You little girl, why don't you go make some tea?"

Zhenshu stuffed a handful of golden melon seeds into Jinzhong's hand, and then stretched her neck to shout inside. She wanted to curse a few words, but after all, the person in front of her was a servant of the emperor, so she had to stay away from him.

When Yan Wan heard the sound, she hurried out from the inner room with a basin of water in her hand. While answering, she hurried to make tea.

Jinzhong's eyes followed her until she ran out of the hall.

The people in Qixiang Palace were busy counting the rewards and storing them in the warehouse, or busy serving the master who had just given birth and the newborn prince. No one would pay attention to the situation in the side hall.

Seeing that there was no one around, Jinzhong took out a small white porcelain bottle from his arms and placed it on the table.

"This was obtained from the Imperial Hospital a while ago. It's not a valuable item. I'll beg your pardon for now."

His voice was low, not as shrill as usual, but soft, like the time he coaxed her to drink bird's nest, tickling her ears. He lowered his head and continued to sip, his peripheral vision still watching her reaction. He caught a glimpse of Wei Yanwan staring straight at him, and his ears started to burn.

"As long as you are willing to help me, I won't feel wronged no matter what." Yan Wan rarely saw Jinzhong like this, and she found it very interesting. She continued to move closer and speak.

Jinzhong didn't respond, still calmly sipping his tea. Seeing him so calm, Yanwan couldn't help but ask, "Don't you believe me?"

Yan Wan seemed to recall something and continued, "Or are you afraid of me, Eunuch Jinzhong?"

As she spoke, she stood beside him, her voice rising in tone and melodious. When it reached Jinzhong's ears, it was like a kitten scratching his heart.

"Master Ling, in my past life, you personally sent me away and made me a powerful ghost. Have you forgotten all this?"

He has always been tough on the outside but soft on the inside, and he still refuses to let anyone off the hook.

When this was mentioned, Jinzhong became angry and depressed. He put down his teacup, stood up, turned his back and refused to look at her.

"I was wrong before. I shouldn't have had murderous intentions towards you. I've figured all of this out. Just think of it as me being foolish when I betrayed you before. From now on, I swear, I, Wei Yanwan, will never betray you."

Yan Wan restrained her expression and spoke seriously.

"What about Ling Yunche?"

Jinzhong saw her swearing. It was the first time he saw her so serious, and he was happy. But then he thought about it again and mentioned the name with a sour tone.

"He's going to die, but not now."

Yan Wan gave a wicked smile. Why didn't she think Jinzhong's jealous look was kind of endearing before?

She was about to laugh, but was afraid he would think too much, so she quickly said flatteringly: "Eunuch Jinzhong, Yanwan and I can only rely on you. Please be magnanimous and love Yanwan again."

When she started to act like a spoiled child, she made noises like a kitten. Before she could finish her words, Jinzhong melted into a puddle. He didn't care about Ling Yunche or not, and his expression was almost unbearable.

Her fingers flew, and she pulled something from her bosom, holding it in both hands and offering it to him. It was a simple handkerchief, embroidered with a trumpet creeper. The petals were as delicate as silk, their color vibrant yet unobtrusive. Beneath the flower, crouched a small, slender snake, its body slender and graceful, like a flowing stream.

"Eunuch Jinzhong, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." Before Jinzhong could pick it up, she quickly stuffed the handkerchief into his belt and ran out of the room.

The handkerchief hung from the belt, the exposed end fluttering in the wind as Yanwan came and went. Afraid of being seen, Jinzhong quickly took it off and tucked it into his sleeve. A hint of fragrance still lingered on his hand, and he couldn't help but put it to his nose and sniff it.

The corners of his mouth were raised for a long time and he couldn't bear to let them go.

After this action, Jinzhong felt like a fish in the lake waiting to be caught by someone.

Everything I thought about last night is almost irrelevant.

Has your master finally come to his senses? All the tricks he learned to please the emperor are now being used on him, making him feel so torn and confused that his face is almost smiling like a flower.

Well, since Master Ling is so sensible this time, I will reluctantly lend a hand.

Then I thought, Lingzhu embroidered this thing in just one night. No wonder her eyes are red. Don't let her burn them out. I'll have to give her some good things to mend her eyes next time.

As soon as Jinzhong got home, he searched the cabinet where he kept his treasures. Inside was everything: gifts from the emperor during festivals, gifts from the concubines, and gifts from the little minions.