Becoming Puppet Emperor of a Paranoid Eunuch - Chapter 118

Wu Jing, dressed in a snow robe that trailed the ground, with his hair flowing loose, rushed in, stepping onto the fox fur rug, and immediately took off his crane cloak, throwing it onto the floor.

The room was warm with a heated bed, so it wasn’t cold inside.

He was exhausted from the day and naturally wanted to sleep.

Ning Qinghong looked at the crane cloak tossed on the floor, sighed softly, and bent down to pick it up, preparing to drape it over the beauty couch in the outer room.

Wu Jing, feeling embarrassed for his careless throw, saw Ning Qinghong bending down and took the opportunity to help by removing the crane cloak from Ning Qinghong’s shoulders, carefully untying the fastenings with his slender fingers.

When Ning Qinghong straightened up, Wu Jing stood on tiptoe, struggling to untie the cloak, which then slid off Ning Qinghong’s shoulders and was clumsily caught by the young emperor.

Wu Jing looked up, intending to hand it over properly, but only then realized how close he was to Ning Qinghong, their noses almost touching, their breaths mingling.

Wu Jing froze, his face immediately flushing with heat.

Ning Qinghong gazed at him quietly.

After a while, Wu Jing, looking up with some trepidation, asked softly, “Can I kiss you, Brother?”

Ning Qinghong slightly closed his eyes and leaned down to kiss him.

Wu Jing, stunned, saw Ning Qinghong casually place the cloak aside before gently cradling his face with one hand and softly caressing his eyes and brows with his fingers.

Wu Jing had become accustomed to this gentle treatment, knowing that Ning Qinghong, when ill, lacked energy and would only give a light kiss each day, avoiding any rough treatment. Even during medication, Ning Qinghong would not be as harsh as before, just applying the medicated ointment gently.

In the past two days, Wu Jing had slept well, not waking up exhausted as he used to, and he no longer needed to be carried to get ready in the morning or be put into a carriage.

Now he was at ease.

As Ning Qinghong kissed him, Wu Jing felt drowsy, with no resistance, holding onto Ning Qinghong like a small koala, his lips slightly parted, completely submissive. He even thought tonight would just be another round of applying medicine.

He obediently sat on the beauty couch, still dazed, and asked softly, “Brother, isn’t the medicine in the inner room?”

Ning Qinghong’s voice was very soft as he kissed Wu Jing’s ear and neck, “We’ll apply it later.”

Wu Jing, still confused, nodded, feeling his eyelids damp from the kisses. He was guided to kneel and sit, curiously watching Ning Qinghong’s fingers and then closing his eyes in fear when the ointment was applied, making soft whimpering sounds.

The application was gentle, with Ning Qinghong using his fingers with just the right pressure. Wu Jing didn’t make a sound, his face flushed, becoming soft and limp in Ning Qinghong’s arms, making small, soft noises.

He was so comfortable he wished he could bury his hot face completely in Ning Qinghong’s neck.

Ning Qinghong’s touch was exactly the right pressure that brought Wu Jing joy. By the end, Wu Jing held him even tighter, muffling a gasp as he became overwhelmed and eventually collapsed into Ning Qinghong’s embrace.

Normally, Ning Qinghong would not stop at this point and might tease him further. But this time, his wet fingertips withdrew.

Wu Jing, still in a daze and unwilling to move, remained nestled comfortably. He heard Ning Qinghong ask softly, “Are you sleepy, Wu Wu?”

Wu Jing, fully relaxed, nodded.

He noticed he was being carried further inside, his body nestled quietly into Ning Qinghong’s neck, still dazed and not fully recovered from the sensations.

He clung to Ning Qinghong, making no attempt to resist.

Wu Jing vaguely heard Ning Qinghong whisper, “Wait a bit before you sleep.” His head drooped, and he spoke with a crying tone, “I know… Brother, apply the medicine.”

He thought they would apply the medicine before sleeping.

The young emperor was gently seated again, burying his face and feeling the cool, thick ointment being applied. He noticed something odd and vaguely remembered that the ointment should not dissolve so quickly.

Ning Qinghong continued softly, “Wu Wu stayed outside all day today.”

To ensure Wu Jing understood, Ning Qinghong spoke more directly.

Wu Jing whimpered in response to the ointment, sensing Ning Qinghong’s displeasure. He quickly tried to appease him, “Brother, Brother told me to go.”

Ning Qinghong continued on his own, “Brother is somewhat displeased.”

Wu Jing, with tears blurring his vision, tilted his face up to kiss Ning Qinghong, mumbling incoherently, “I… I’ll make Brother happy.”

He continued in a confused state, “Brother, kiss… kiss.”

Ning Qinghong, seemingly satisfied but with a hint of a smile, asked, “Just a kiss?”

He slightly lifted his chin.

Just a minor gesture.

Wu Jing, trying to reach Ning Qinghong to kiss him, moved forward while kneeling. Tears nearly fell from his eyes, and he was puzzled by the question. Struggling to think of something other than kissing, his mind was foggy, and he was led to say, “I… I can’t think of anything else.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his movement forward touched something warm.

Wu Jing’s mind went blank, and he looked down in a daze.

Ning Qinghong’s clothes were still intact, but the snow robe was slightly disheveled and damp in some places.

It was all from Wu Jing’s movements.

Wu Jing’s breath became heated, and his gaze quickly averted from the sight.

Ning Qinghong’s voice was slow, “Is Wu Wu comfortable?”

Wu Jing stared at him, nodding dazedly.

Ning Qinghong’s tone was tender as if whispering close to his ear, “But Brother still has some concerns. Would Wu Wu like to try something else to make Brother happy?”

Wu Jing, completely confused, responded to Ning Qinghong’s words, “How… how…”

Ning Qinghong’s voice was very soft, “Wu Wu, think of something yourself.”

Think of something… yourself.

Wu Jing understood the emphasis on those two words.

If he wasn’t mistaken, it meant—

It meant… that.

Wu Jing’s tears began to fall again, his eyes and brows wet and glistening. 

He cried pitifully, helplessly kneeling in place, looking at Ning Qinghong, then looking down again.

Such a demanding request.

Ning Qinghong lightly said “Hmm?” as if asking why he wasn’t moving yet, while pulling the medicinal jade away and setting it aside.

Wu Jing, urged on, trembled as he reached to unfasten Ning Qinghong’s snow robe, his slender fingers clumsily fumbling, both wanting to look and not daring to.

Tears streamed down his soft cheeks, dripping onto Ning Qinghong’s body, as he stared blankly for a long time with blurred eyes.

Ning Qinghong simply watched him quietly, waiting slowly.

After a while, Wu Jing sniffled, suddenly coming to his senses. He couldn’t hold on with just one hand, so he had to brace himself against Ning Qinghong’s shoulder and neck, trembling as he struggled for some time.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t manage it well.

He started to feel extremely embarrassed, making tiny sobbing sounds as he gasped.

When he tried to handle it, his fingers trembled from fear, not daring to sit down properly. In the end, he just shook his head randomly and hugged Ning Qinghong tightly.

He sobbed, “No, no, Brother, you come.”

Ning Qinghong turned his face slightly away and asked softly, “Does Wu Wu want Brother to do it?” Though his tone was very mild, it made Wu Jing stiffen in fear, shaking his head while wiping his tears.

“If Wu Wu can’t do this or doesn’t want to—” Ning Qinghong spoke gently, “Then how about Brother taking over, so Wu Wu can enjoy it fully?”

Wu Jing saw Ning Qinghong reaching out as if to touch the red ribbon again. He was scared to the point of gasping for breath, frantically trying to stop him but failing, and then clumsily knelt down.

Feeling cornered, he hastily positioned himself, terrified, and sat down.

The young emperor let out a muffled cry of realization, his mouth wide open and his tongue almost sticking out.

He had pushed himself into a corner, wet and silent, almost in a state of helplessness.

Before he could recover, he heard Ning Qinghong ask, “Why is Wu Wu so slow?”

Wu Jing trembled, crying out with a hoarse voice, “Quick, quick.”

He was exhausted, and under normal circumstances, he would have collapsed in Ning Qinghong’s arms by now. But due to his fear, he was forcing himself to stay upright, trembling all over.

Each moment felt like an eternity.

Tears kept flowing, marking his face, mingling with the drool in his open mouth.

After a few moments, he could no longer bear it and became limp.

Breathing heavily, he listened as Ning Qinghong continued, “If Wu Wu moves a bit, it will take half a tea time. If tonight passes, Brother fears Wu Wu and Brother will be stuck like this.”

“Wouldn’t it be better if Brother helps Wu Wu?”

Wu Jing, in a daze, felt his wrists being bound by something, with his forearms tied tightly together.

With his tear-filled eyes unable to see clearly, he felt his upper body being pulled up by the binding force, and he saw the red ribbon around his wrists.

It was so long that it wrapped around the beam of the room, with the other end held by Ning Qinghong.

Each pull on his end made him rise up, and even if he had no strength, he could only follow the force and sit up.

His entire strength relied on that small bit around his wrists.

Since his whole body was going limp, if Ning Qinghong released his grip even a bit, he would uncontrollably collapse again, only to be pulled back up.

When he returned to the mansion and looked for Ning Qinghong, he saw the red ribbon hanging down behind the screen, soft and long like silk.

Even when he was carried in earlier, he was so dazed from being coaxed that he didn’t notice the hanging ribbon.

It was terrifying.

Once Wu Jing realized this, he cried uncontrollably. Being pulled up and made to sit down harshly a few times, he could no longer think clearly.

He cried out loudly, unable to break free.

With gravity weighing him down, he had no control.

Even though it hadn’t stopped, being pulled into the air and then dropped heavily, he had no strength left, and was once again forcefully pulled down.

He couldn’t even cry properly, only raising his face and kicking around, convulsing as he fell.

It was too cruel…

When he was ill and lacked energy,

Ning Qinghong had devised such a way to torment him.

It was too much.