Becoming Puppet Emperor of a Paranoid Eunuch - Chapter 130

The smell of blood was not strong, barely perceptible, but Wu Jing noticed it. He also focused on the porcelain bottle on the imperial desk, feeling hesitant to touch it. However, when Ning Qinghong picked him up, he couldn’t help but reach out to touch it.

At that moment, Ning Qinghong said, “Brother has gone through great effort to obtain the blood. If Wu Wu were to knock it over, we would have to start over.”

Wu Jing’s fingers suddenly froze, and he stared blankly at Ning Qinghong. “What… what blood?” He found it hard to breathe and struggled to process the situation.

He couldn’t understand why Ning Qinghong, who had avoided him earlier and gone to the side hall to handle things, would now directly mention it.

Still in confusion and panic, Wu Jing asked, “Why do you need to take blood? Is it… is it for that… blood lead?” He struggled to get down, fidgeting anxiously, “Brother, let me see it, let me see.”

He tugged at Ning Qinghong’s sleeve.

Before he could pull it off, Ning Qinghong gently kissed him. With only the sunlight filtering through the window slats, the light and shadows scattered across them.

Tears blurred Wu Jing’s vision, making it difficult to see Ning Qinghong’s expression, but he sensed that Ning Qinghong’s eyes seemed to gently close when he kissed.

Wu Jing cried even more, stumbling over his words, “Brother… does it hurt? Is the wound big?” He repeatedly asked why the blood was needed.

Ning Qinghong kissed him for a long time before softly saying, “Wu Wu hasn’t answered brother’s question yet.”

Wu Jing sniffled, “What… question?”

Ning Qinghong’s voice was very soft, “Why suddenly ask how to return?”

Wu Jing, still not giving up, fumbled with Ning Qinghong’s clothes. “No… I haven’t asked that yet.”

He was placed on the imperial desk.

The warm palace mink and cloak had been removed by the palace servants when they entered the study.

Ning Qinghong rubbed the corners of the boy’s eyes. “Wu Wu is crying on top and here as well.” He seemed to smile, “Brother’s hands are all wet.”

Wu Jing felt something was wrong but had no time to figure it out. He whimpered, shaking his head obediently, “No, nothing…”

He had developed a habit these days.

First, he apologized, nuzzling Ning Qinghong’s side face, “Sorry… I dirtied, dirtied brother’s hands.” He reached for Ning Qinghong’s hand through several layers of clothing, feeling embarrassed, turning his face away, tightly closing his eyes, but still speaking, “Not… a lot.”

He stammered, “Here, let me show you.”

The boy buried his head, trying to untie the ribbons, his whole body flushed and red, as if he wanted to bury himself in the ground, watching the embroidered robes fall to the floor.

He tried to cover himself up, his elbows giving way, collapsing onto the desk, and feeling the chill of the early spring and the cold desk, curling up.

He trembled, spreading himself out, and turned his face away.

His whole body was flushed with embarrassment, but he kept his eyes tightly closed, maintaining his posture, still shivering and crying, repeating, “… Brother makes Wu Wu feel so good, I want, want…”

“Ugh… but, but I want to show brother.”

“It’s on the clothes, the clothes will be ruined… Sorry.”

Ning Qinghong leaned down and kissed the boy’s neck, asking, “Does it also feel good to be seen by brother?”

Wu Jing nodded randomly, “Yes, I feel embarrassed, and then I instinctively hide… but I want brother to hold me.” His tears flowed more violently, “I want brother to kiss… and to open up to brother.”

Ning Qinghong comfortingly kissed the boy’s lips, “And then?”

Wu Jing whimpered, trembling, “Brother’s hand…” He was panting, suddenly shivering, then going limp.

Ning Qinghong gently kissed his brow and eyes. “Wu Wu?”

Wu Jing rolled his eyes, instinctively saying, “… talking, brother came in.” He let his hands fall weakly, crying in convulsions, “Swollen…”

He kicked around in a daze, unable to say another word, gasping and crying out loud.

Ning Qinghong continued to ask softly, “Why isn’t Wu Wu speaking?”

Wu Jing sobbed, “I want, want to go to the small room… I want…” He omitted a word and added, “I want later…”

Ning Qinghong responded, “Alright.”

Wu Jing tensed up, with a drizzling sound falling from the desk to the ground. His whole body went limp, his face increasingly flushed with tears, strands of hair sticking to his face.

Gasping loudly, he mumbled, “… It’s so hot, brother is burning…”

Ning Qinghong whispered a few words into the boy’s ear.

Wu Jing suddenly tensed up, pushing away, “Ugh… brother, no, didn’t promise…”

Ning Qinghong asked, “When did brother promise Wu Wu?”

Wu Jing whimpered, “Last night.” He shook his head wildly, kicked his legs, and struggled with his hands, “Don’t punish me… don’t…”

For the first time, he thought so quickly, recalling the many questions Ning Qinghong had asked. He choked up and said, “I didn’t want to go back, didn’t want to leave brother. I just wanted…”

“To bring the medicine from the other side to cure brother, to ask if it’s possible to bring brother over there to treat him.”

“I didn’t want to abandon brother, didn’t want to…”

Ning Qinghong spoke gently, “Brother naturally knows what Wu Wu is thinking.” After a pause, he added, “I wouldn’t wrong Wu Wu.”

He had listened from beginning to end; how could he have missed a word?

Regardless of the reason, there was still some concern.

Wu Jing had just breathed a sigh of relief when the flow of liquid caused him to cry out again, his eyes rolling as he gasped, “Hot… so hot, so hot…”

“Ugh… how can this be…”

“So embarrassing… dirty—”

After deliberately punishing him, Ning Qinghong continued to ask soothingly, “Why did Wu Wu stop talking?”

Wu Jing, feeling scorched, couldn’t understand why there was so much. His words were interrupted by discomfort in his stomach.

“Brother… came in.” He omitted a word, his eyes vacant, crying out in confusion and distress.