Becoming Puppet Emperor of a Paranoid Eunuch - Chapter 6
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The handkerchief used to wipe the sweat from Wujing’s forehead was casually placed on the table by Ning Qinghong and later taken away by Fu Chen..
Wujing behaved like a puppet throughout, allowing the other to manipulate him without any resistance.
Very obedient, Ning Qinghong lowered his gaze.
He noticed that both of them had stains on their robes—one with tea and the other with blood. “Both are dirty.”
Fu Chen bowed and withdrew.
Shortly after, a new eunuch brought a basin of warm water. Wujing could see him kneeling at his feet, using a wet cloth to gently wipe away the tea stains on the robe.
One stroke, two strokes, three strokes…
The movements were delicate and careful, as if afraid of damaging the garment.
Finally, after cleaning Qiansui’ robe, the eunuch kneeled before Wujing to remove the blood stains from his clothes.
Wujing was not used to being attended to like this, keeping his limbs stiff, while Ning Qinghong appeared relaxed. After drinking a sip of the perfectly tempered tea, he leisurely brushed off the tea foam with the lid, focusing on the unfolded documents on the table.
Occasionally, he would circle and mark with a red pen. When one set was completed,
The palace staff was efficient. The eunuch quickly removed the tea stains, leaving only the damp robe, which now had a few wrinkles and was not as pleasing to the eye.
Wujing, seeing that the eunuch had left, felt he had nothing to do and didn’t know what else to observe. He lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers.
But soon, the eunuch returned with something in his hands. Wujing curiously looked over and saw a small exquisite item no larger than a palm.
With a base of golden bronze, the handle was made of lacquered wood, serving as insulation against the heat. From a distance, one could feel the heat waves emanating from the burning charcoal inside.
The eunuch carefully placed this golden vessel on their damp robes and meticulously ironed out the wrinkles.
Silent and without any noise, the cloth was ironed smooth. After ironing out the wrinkles, the eunuch picked up the golden vessel and respectfully retreated.
Leaving Wujing in silent astonishment.
Except for him, everyone else in the hall seemed indifferent, not to mention Ning Qinghong, who hadn’t even raised his eyelids.
Wujing took a deep breath, suddenly feeling a sense of distance, a belated realization of the absurdity of using such grandeur for just a small wrinkle.
He hesitated and, with determination, raised his face. “Brother, I’m hungry.”
Not wanting to cling to his thigh anymore, he just wanted a plate of pastries.
If not, even a piece would do.
The young emperor, inheriting the superior bloodline of the royal family, even if he was a bit foolish, was exceptionally beautiful, with exquisite features and innocent, clear black eyes.
Like a little cat seeking food, very cautious, tentatively extending claws, poking and prodding, asking, “Brother, Wuwu wants to eat sweet snacks.”
Ning Qinghong’s eyes twitched slightly. After a moment, inexplicably, he smiled and said, “Fu Chen, bring a plate of osmanthus cakes.”
Fu Chen acknowledged.
Wujing’s eyes clearly lit up.
The original owner, who looked exactly like him, was always praised by the seven aunts and eight aunts at home, who liked to speak kind words and would always give him many red envelopes.
He obviously knew this about himself.
Wujing bent down and said awkwardly, “Thank you, Brother.”
Ning Qinghong, who had completely ignored Wujing until now, lost interest again. But he seemed to regain it.
Really cute, he thought.
Ning Qinghong teased the little cat or puppy. “You’ve been eating this for three days straight, still not tired of it?”
Wujing didn’t understand at this point. He just blinked his eyes and clumsily said, “Wuwu wants to keep eating delicious snacks.”
Ning Qinghong laughed, “Then eat more.”
At this point, Wujing still didn’t understand. However, after finishing one plate of pastries, when Fu Chen brought a second, he finally grasped the implied meaning of those words.
Not tired of it, so keep eating.
Wujing’s lips turned pale, and his somewhat satisfied stomach protested. He dared not resist and could only slow down his actions, biting in small, reluctant bites.
This person is truly sick, definitely a bad person!
A plate of pastries could stack up to six or seven pieces. Now, after eating two, Wujing struggled with the third. Regardless of whether he was actually full and couldn’t eat anymore, he felt a bit nauseous.
No matter how delicious, it’s really getting boring.
Hesitating, as he almost wanted to vomit, Wujing finally mustered the courage to decisively push the porcelain plate away.
Having vomited many times these days, he was quite adept at it. If he vomited on Qiansui right now, his fate would be the same as that eunuch who was dragged away.
Comparatively, it was better to refuse directly.
“Wuwu is full.” He stiffened his body, pretended to frown, and said, “Brother, look, it’s not making any noise now.”
Wujing rubbed his stomach.
Ning Qinghong stared at the crumbs of pastry at the corner of Wujing’s lips, squinting slightly, seemingly very puzzled. He asked in a gentle tone, “Why is Your Majesty’s appetite so small?”
Wujing hesitated for a moment, wondering if he had misunderstood this person. Maybe the other genuinely thought one plate was not enough for him, hence bringing a second one.
Ning Qinghong picked up a piece of pastry, examined its thickness, and chuckled, “Like a little cat.”
The pastry was exquisitely made, about half the size of a fingertip, very thin.
“The little cat I picked up the other day eat more than Your Majesty.” Apparently afraid that Wujing wouldn’t understand, Ning Qinghong elaborated a bit more.
Seemingly not that bad.
Wujing felt a bit guilty. His mind was really getting confused—sometimes wanting to curse this person in his heart, and sometimes feeling a bit favorable towards him.
“Want to eat a bit more?”
Ning Qinghong held the pastry against the lips of the young emperor.
Due to not eating properly for several days, Wujing’s lips were somewhat pale, but after just eating the pastry, they became slightly rosy, with a hint of light pink.
The lower lip was moist, but the upper lip was very thin, and the most endearing part was the soft, tender lip bead in the center.
Being nervously pursed by Wujing, it turned pale. “Brother, I’m, I’m full.” He resisted.
Ning Qinghong smiled and teased him, “I’m feeding Your Majesty.”
After a few struggles, Wujing lowered his gaze and ate it.
He had a small appetite, and when eating, he resembled a newborn animal. The gap between his lips and teeth was very small, and it took five or six bites to finish a piece of pastry.
Ning Qinghong seemed to have found a new amusement. Just as Wujing’s lips were about to touch his fingertips, he timely let go and picked up a new piece.
Wujing wrinkled his small face, feeling extremely uncomfortable. After biting another piece, unable to suppress the nausea in his stomach, he instinctively closed his eyes, pursed his lips. His expression had just changed when he heard a gentle voice in his ear.
Ning Qinghong’s voice was soft, with a hint of laughter, “No vomiting allowed.”
Author’s note:
Wuwu : About to be played into a mess.
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