Becoming Puppet Emperor of a Paranoid Eunuch - Chapter 26

Ning Qinghong slightly lowered his eyes, looking at the young emperor lying back on the dragon throne, and there was absolutely no hint of resistance visible.

Wu Jing obviously had never realized how humiliating it was for him, as the Great Zhou Emperor, to be cradled and played with by a mere eunuch.

Is it because of his lack of integrity, or his exceptional ability to endure?

Ning Qinghong’s expression was inscrutable.

Wu Jing didn’t know what he was thinking, seeming to hesitate? He muttered to himself in his heart. Didn’t they already go through this once before? Although he was a little scared that time, he was stunned throughout the process and felt nothing.

But now his arms were getting sore from holding on, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward.

“Brother?”

He urged again.

Ning Qinghong smiled in response.

In the next moment, Wu Jing was lifted up from nowhere, in the familiar posture of being carried like a child, one hand supporting him while the other held his back.

He was small in stature, and his original body hadn’t had much to eat before. Now, at seventeen or eighteen, he still wasn’t very tall and had room to continue growing.

Ning Qinghong, on the other hand, was much taller. When he lifted him up like this, Wu Jing could easily bury his face in the juncture of Ning Qinghong’s neck, like a little koala clinging to someone’s body.

Wu Jing turned his face away, feeling a bit embarrassed. He buried his head quietly, pretending to be bored, while subtly urging, “Brother, hurry up.”

He wanted to be put down as soon as possible.

He couldn’t treat Ning Qinghong the way Ning Qinghong treated him, not seeing him as a person. Now, he was fully awake and being held by a young man who was somewhat unfamiliar to him, and he felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Fuchen followed behind the Lord, seeing that the emperor was burying his face in the Lord’s shoulder, and he couldn’t see any sign of rejection. He could only secretly take note of it and report it to the Lord.

It’s really strange.

The Lord had never been so concerned about anything before, yes, anything. That’s how he felt in his heart. The Lord treated the emperor like a little toy, never really seeing him as a normal young man.

Fuchen followed obediently.

Breakfast was served in a side hall.

Ning Qinghong remained silent all the way. After leaving the hall, he turned a corner and arrived after a short while.

Wu Jing caught the scent of the food and couldn’t help turning his head to look back. He wanted to struggle to get down, but then stopped himself. He looked at Ning Qinghong eagerly, silently urging him, “Wu Jing wants to eat?”

Ning Qinghong smiled slightly. “Not in a hurry.”

But he was.

Wu Jing couldn’t hide his emotions. Ning Qinghong easily noticed that the young man was vaguely unhappy, but he still patiently waited.

Ning Qinghong’s emotions deepened even more. He was all curiosity, walking up to the table and patting Wu Jing’s thigh. “Relax your legs.”

Wu Jing thought he was going to let him down, so he obediently relaxed his legs, just about to let go when Ning Qinghong whispered in his ear, “All set.”

He instinctively stopped his movement, and in the blink of an eye, he was lifted up and seated across Ning Qinghong’s lap. Wu Jing was stunned, unable to comprehend that he was now sitting on someone else’s lap. He looked up at Ning Qinghong, his eyes filled with confusion.

“Brother will feed Wu Jing today.”

Wu Jing’s lips parted slightly, wanting to say something, but then hesitated and closed them again, softly uttering, “Oh.”

Ning Qinghong asked, “Does Wu Jing want to eat by himself?”

Wu Jing tentatively glanced at him, nodded carefully, “Yes.”

Eating by himself would be so much more satisfying.

He had observed Ning Qinghong’s leisurely eating pace, and by the time Wu Jing was fed, he would already be starving.

Ning Qinghong had previously said to just tell him what Wu Jing wanted, but now he didn’t even look at him and directly, gently, rejected, “Next time.”

Wu Jing didn’t know what was wrong with him today. He had been acting strange from the beginning. He didn’t dare to resist and could only respond coldly.

No problem, he’s used to it.

He finds it absurd when this person does something normal.

Wu Jing tried to comfort himself.

But his displeasure was almost written on his face, and he quickly became sulky until he saw the food on the table, which cheered him up a little.

Quickly, he felt downcast again.

Because Ning Qinghong fed him according to his own preferences, and unfortunately, he didn’t like the things Wu Jing enjoyed eating. He wouldn’t give Wu Jing anything greasy.

After eating half a bowl of vegetables and a little steamed fish, Wu Jing was fed half a bowl of seafood porridge. He eagerly watched Ning Qinghong’s chopsticks bypass the braised pork he wanted to eat, truly fearing the man’s meticulousness.

Even though he was sitting on someone’s lap, he didn’t have any romantic thoughts.

He really wanted to eat meat.

He wanted to eat meat.

Wu Jing couldn’t help but tug at Ning Qinghong’s sleeve, “Brother, can Wu Wu eat by himself?”

Ning Qinghong looked at him, seeing Wu Jing’s reluctance, he smiled.

Before Ning Qinghong could say anything, Wu Jing, fearing he would get angry, hastily added, “Can brother feed me the meat then?” he added, “The red one.”

To be precise, it was reddish-brown.

Ning Qinghong paused, looking at Wu Jing as if he were something novel, then chuckled softly. “You just woke up, you can’t eat,” he said patiently, “Be careful not to get a stomachache.”

“If His Majesty feels uncomfortable, the humble servant will feel heartache too.”

His slender fingers unexpectedly pressed against Wu Jing’s small stomach, feeling it gently, and he chuckled, “It’s bulging.”

“You’re already full and you still want me to keep feeding you.” Ning Qinghong’s voice was gentle, “Wu Wu is really greedy.”

His fingertips, through the layer of clothing, couldn’t feel any firm muscle, only sinking into soft flesh.

Wu Jing had never been so close to someone before, and he trembled slightly in response, trying to lean away from Ning Qinghong’s hand, but he was sitting behind him, and no matter how much he leaned back, he was just throwing himself into the wolf’s den.

Ning Qinghong asked him, “What are you hiding from?”

Wu Jing nervously grabbed Ning Qinghong’s wrist with both hands but didn’t dare to push too hard. “Not hiding,” he said.

He suddenly remembered the small wooden box Yanhe had given him yesterday, feeling as if he were sitting on hot coals, wishing he could push Ning Qinghong’s hand off his stomach and jump off his legs.

Wu Jing wanted to say he wasn’t full yet, hesitated for a while, and finally said, “Wu Wu doesn’t want to eat anymore.” He declined, “Brother, you eat.”

Eat quickly and let him down!

Ning Qinghong smiled and said, “Alright,” and Wu Jing, who had been served his meal all along, finally let him go and changed to a pair of chopsticks to eat slowly.

Wu Jing swallowed his saliva.

He was so hateful!

He made him sleep poorly and not eat enough early in the morning, and now he was teasing him, was this person crazy?!

Wu Jing complained in his heart.

Ning Qinghong ate lightly, everything he picked up was what he had fed Wu Jing just now. Seeing the emperor look at him for a while, then turn away, and then look back as if to tease him, he turned back to continue eating.

Fifteen minutes later, Ning Qinghong barely stopped eating.

Wu Jing lowered his head listlessly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fuchen signal to him to hand over another pair of chopsticks.

Before he could react, Ning Qinghong chuckled softly, “Alright,” he picked up something and handed it to Wu Jing, his tone helpless, “You’re only allowed to eat a little bit.”

It was a piece of braised pork.

Wu Jing immediately cheered up again. His emotional changes were so obvious that even Fuchen could see them, let alone Ning Qinghong, who was holding him.

Wu Jing asked, “Can Wu Wu eat?”

Ning Qinghong seemed to be coaxing him, “Go ahead.”

Wu Jing leaned closer to the chopsticks in Ning Qinghong’s hand, and bit into the meatier part. He obediently took only a small bite, even though he didn’t want to.

If it were anyone else, they would have taken advantage of the opportunity to gobble up all the benefits in front of them, but Wu Jing was the most obedient.

Ning Qinghong quietly watched it all happen, and when Wu Jing had finished eating, he said, “Take His Majesty to wash his mouth.”

This torturous early meal finally ended, and Wu Jing was almost impatient to get off Ning Qinghong’s lap, but before he could move, Fuchen moved faster and prepared to assist the emperor.

When Wu Jing realized it, he quickly dodged Fuchen’s hand and buried himself in Ning Qinghong’s arms.

Almost forgot, he never knew who the emperor was calling.

Ning Qinghong smiled and softly coaxed him, “Wu Wu can come down now.”

Wu Jing was then slowly helped up by Fuchen and taken to the warm pavilion in the side hall. When he looked back, he could still see Ning Qinghong, who was sitting upright, standing up and wiping his fingertips with a damp cloth.

The palace attendant knelt in front of him, tidying up the official robe that he had messed up.

Inside the warm pavilion, there was also a screen, a bronze basin of warm water outside, and a fragrance burning inside, with a respectful bucket of thick wood shavings.

After rinsing his mouth with tea and wiping his face, Wu Jing pushed all the palace attendants out, and after washing his hands, he hurried out.

When he came out again, he couldn’t help but look at Ning Qinghong, who had returned to his usual calm demeanor.

He was only a little curious, just a little bit.

Then he shifted his gaze to Fuchen, who was helping him walk, unable to stop his curious gaze.

No discrimination, just pure curiosity.

How do they go to the bathroom?

I really want to know.

For some reason, Fuchen felt a chill from the emperor’s gaze, and chuckled awkwardly, “Your Majesty?”

Wu Jing immediately withdrew his gaze.

Blame it on that little wooden box, could he stop thinking about it now? It made him see Ning Qinghong differently.

He had been hugging and playing with him all day, which was really strange.

“Come here.” Ning Qinghong extended his fingertips to Wu Jing, who had no choice but to tidy himself up and trot over, holding his hand.

His hand was much bigger than his, easily enveloping Wu Jing’s. After sitting in the hall for a long time and having breakfast, it was no longer cold but rather had a warm and cool feeling, like jade.

It’s a bit strange.

Although they had held hands before, today felt different.

Wu Jing felt a little annoyed and lowered his head, wishing he could go back to the moment when Yanhe handed him the wooden box, being led away by someone, and after walking for a while, couldn’t help but look up and observe Ning Qinghong’s back as he walked in front.

It was a curiosity tinged with a sense of self-preservation.

Maybe if he noticed something wrong, he would immediately flee.

Not long after, they arrived at the main hall.

Wu Jing was about to walk to the dragon throne and sit down, but he was pulled back by the hand by Ning Qinghong, who smiled ambiguously, “Today, Wu Wu will sit with brother.” He said casually, “But today, we can’t play like we did before.”

At this time, the palace attendant brought something up, and when Wu Jing looked over, it was some letters and a stack of white paper.

He was stunned and watched as Fuchen stepped forward and spread out the letters, revealing tiny characters on the paper, just like the ones Ning Qinghong was looking at.

Sitting on the Grand Teacher’s chair, Ning Qinghong pulled Wu Jing in front of him, smiling faintly, but there seemed to be a hint of meaning in his words, “Wu Wu doesn’t know how to read? It’s okay.”

“Brother will teach you.”

Wu Jing was bewildered. “Read?”

Ning Qinghong smiled gently in response.

That’s just right?

Wu Jing murmured to himself, he didn’t recognize the characters of this dynasty at all. The characters here hadn’t even evolved into the traditional characters of the future. In his eyes, one was one, and they were all pictographic symbols, not much different from oracle bone script.

Wu Jing’s eyes softened slightly, and there was no hint of unwillingness on his face. “I want to play with brother.”

Great, he finally didn’t have to be illiterate anymore.

Author’s note:

Wuwu: You’re a good person