Becoming Puppet Emperor of a Paranoid Eunuch - Chapter 63

Wu Jing had been forced to eat bland food for nearly half a month. He had only just returned to a normal diet for a day when Ning Qinghong still had him eating simple, light meals.

 

Now, everything was coming out as clear as water.

 

But the stimulation was too much. The trickling liquid mixed together, flowing down Ning Qinghong’s fingertips, over Wu Jing’s tense legs, and then dripping heavily onto the bedding, soaking much of Ning Qinghong’s clothes.

 

It was a complete mess.

 

Wu Jing’s entire body went limp. He was so sensitive that the slightest touch from Ning Qinghong made him tremble, his toes twitching as he squeezed out a few more drops. He had no control over it, his hands flailing aimlessly, unsure if he was trying to push Ning Qinghong away or hold onto him.

 

He cried helplessly, his sobs so intense that he seemed on the verge of suffocation, his entire body flushed red.

 

Ning Qinghong softly laughed and coaxed him, “Don’t cry anymore, it’s alright, Wu Wu, be good.” His voice was gentle, “Wu Wu was born with a condition, just a little fool.”

 

“It’s perfectly normal to lose control and wet your brother.”

 

“Don’t cry anymore, okay?”

 

Ning Qinghong chuckled again, “Yes, it’s all your brother’s fault.” He remembered everything, “It’s all your brother’s fault for kissing Wu Wu.”

 

He remembered how Wu Jing had pretended to be foolish to deceive him before.

 

He remembered Wu Jing blaming him just now.

 

Wu Jing cried so hard that he nearly passed out, tears blurring his vision. He looked utterly miserable, having been pushed to his limits. He could faintly hear Ning Qinghong soothing him, saying something indistinctly.

 

Slowly, it dawned on him.

 

He had done it on purpose.

 

Wu Jing started struggling again, trying to crawl away. He dragged his wet robe, crying and moving erratically, sometimes trying to crawl further into the bed, sometimes wanting to get down to the floor and retreat to a corner of the room.

 

No matter what, one thought filled his mind.

 

He just wanted to get as far away from Ning Qinghong as possible.

 

As he moved, the water trickled down his legs, following the contours of his body to his toes, dripping onto the ground.

 

He said nothing, only letting out pitiful sobs.

 

So terrifying.

 

Too terrifying.

 

It was beyond embarrassment now—he was utterly frightened. It felt like if he didn’t struggle to escape, if he kept being this obedient, he would only sink deeper into confusion.

 

He didn’t want to be good anymore.

 

But the lingering sensations in his body were still there, and Ning Qinghong had to put in some effort to calm him down. Every time he touched him, even the simplest contact made Wu Jing involuntarily whimper.

 

“Wu Wu, where do you want to go?”

 

“You’re so dirty; let your brother take you to clean up first, okay?”

 

Ning Qinghong coaxed him again, “Your brother was wrong, Wu Wu isn’t dirty, it’s your brother.” He patted his back, “There, there, it’s alright now.”

 

“Let’s change your clothes before you cry again, okay?”

 

Ning Qinghong didn’t give Wu Jing a choice. He picked up the struggling boy, supporting his soft, wet legs. With half his arm hidden under the robe, he held Wu Jing face to face, comforting him in a gentle voice, “Don’t cry anymore, we’re going out.”

 

“If Wu Wu really needs to cry, just bite your brother and hold it in, okay?” Ning Qinghong whispered, “Otherwise, if someone hears, you won’t want to see anyone again.”

 

“Just for a little while, we’ll be there soon.”

 

“Afterward, we’ll rinse it off with water.”

 

“It’s alright.”

 

Ning Qinghong spoke softly, but he didn’t stop walking, continuing to move forward. Midway, he bent down to pick up a crane cloak from the floor, using it to partially cover Wu Jing in his arms.

 

Wu Jing, in a daze, heard the sound of a door opening. Instinctively, he followed Ning Qinghong’s instructions, opening his mouth and biting down on the spot where Ning Qinghong’s shoulder met his neck, stifling his sobs in the warm, damp space of his mouth.

 

He squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could bury himself in Ning Qinghong’s embrace, holding on tightly, not daring to make a sound, only letting the tears flow.

 

Just a moment ago, he had wanted to get as far away from Ning Qinghong as possible.

 

As Ning Qinghong stepped outside, he said, “Everyone, withdraw. No need to follow.”

 

The night servants knelt and responded, quickly retreating out of sight.

 

After a long while, Wu Jing, his eyes still blurry with tears, finally looked up and saw that there really was no one around. He slowly released his bite, staring blankly at the mark he had left on Ning Qinghong’s skin.

 

He had bitten down rather hard, leaving a red mark with tiny spots of blood.

 

But Ning Qinghong seemed completely unaffected, his breathing steady, his expression and tone as gentle as ever.

 

Wu Jing was genuinely scared. After hesitating for a long time, he wiped away his tears and cautiously extended his tongue to lick the wound, his voice still tinged with sobs as he mumbled, “I’m… I’m sorry.”

 

Even after being bullied to this extent, he was still so obedient.

 

Ning Qinghong’s steps suddenly paused. After a long moment, he sighed softly, “Wu Wu, don’t lick it.”

 

**His voice was somewhat hoarse.**

 

Just a moment ago, it had been perfectly normal.

 

Wu Jing sensed that something was wrong and bit his lip, trying to hold back his tears. He occasionally wiped his face with his hand, but fresh tears kept falling.

 

As they walked this path,

 

his emotions finally began to settle down a bit.

 

Ning Qinghong led him to the bathhouse within the estate. It wasn’t far, just near the courtyard, and was as luxurious as the hot spring bath they had visited in the palace before.

 

Inside, warm clothing was already prepared,

 

though all of it belonged to Ning Qinghong.

 

Once again, he dismissed the servants who were standing guard, and after pushing open the door, a wave of warm, humid steam wafted out from within. Ning Qinghong walked inside, around the screen, and sat down on the prepared grandmaster chair to help Wu Jing undress.

 

Wu Jing’s shoes and socks had been kicked off earlier, leaving him only in a couple of long robes and wide sleeves. When those heavy, wet garments fell to the ground,

 

he felt both a sense of relief and a feeling of being utterly exposed under Ning Qinghong’s gaze, wishing he could escape quickly to wash himself clean.

 

But he didn’t dare. Instead, he sat stiffly on Ning Qinghong’s lap,

 

unable to go anywhere.

 

Ning Qinghong said, “Shall your brother wipe you clean with a cloth first?” His words were meticulous, almost overly considerate. “These clothes and the bedding in the room will be burned afterward.”

 

“No one will know besides your brother.”

 

As if he wasn’t the one who had caused this mess.

 

After coaxing Wu Jing softly for a while, Wu Jing finally responded, nodding while holding back tears, afraid to look at Ning Qinghong as he clung to him.

 

A copper basin filled with warm water was already placed on a nearby stand. Ning Qinghong lowered his gaze, not averting his eyes at all, and gently wiped Wu Jing from head to toe.

 

Wu Jing sniffled, doing whatever he was told.

 

After a while, he wrapped himself in a crane cloak, curled up with his knees to his chest, and watched Ning Qinghong walk away.

 

He obediently waited.

 

Seeing Ning Qinghong return after changing into clean clothes behind the screen, Wu Jing noticed how he even leisurely smoothed out the corners of his robe. The light blue long robe with wide sleeves draped smoothly to the ground.

 

Returning to the grandmaster chair, Ning Qinghong picked up the crane cloak Wu Jing was wrapped in, lifted him up, and carried him into the water.

 

The freshly changed clothes were once again soaked.

 

Unlike last time, Ning Qinghong carefully washed Wu Jing with soap. He clearly knew when to accompany him and when to let Wu Jing handle things himself.

 

If he let Wu Jing huddle up by himself now, Wu Jing might end up crying again while washing in the bath, feeling downcast and overwhelmed by his thoughts,

 

believing he had suffered an enormous grievance.

 

But as Ning Qinghong, now dressed in his robe, got into the water and gently helped Wu Jing clean himself, the boy had no time to think of anything else and was slowly soothed.

 

Tonight, it seemed, Ning Qinghong would have to hold him until morning to fully calm him down.

 

Ning Qinghong asked softly, “Is Wu Wu feeling a bit better?”

 

Wu Jing looked up, and Ning Qinghong wiped away his tear stains with a warm cloth. It felt comforting on his eyes. Wu Jing felt embarrassed but still nodded.

 

He still refused to say a single word.

 

When Ning Qinghong started washing him with soap, Wu Jing couldn’t help but shudder, waving his hands around and softly saying, “I-I want to do it myself.”

 

Ning Qinghong didn’t stop and coaxed him gently, “Your brother is worried.”

 

Wu Jing pushed his hand again, “But, but it might happen again…” He was on the verge of tears, but then, in the next moment, his hand, submerged in the water, slipped past Ning Qinghong’s and touched something through the heavy robe.

 

Startled, Wu Jing recoiled, his fingers trembling as he looked up at Ning Qinghong in a daze.

 

Ning Qinghong half-smiled and asked, “Hmm? What’s wrong?”

 

Wu Jing struggled to breathe, “You… aren’t you—”

 

Ning Qinghong gave a half-smile, “Aren’t I what?”

 

Wu Jing trembled and withdrew his hand.

 

Ning Qinghong softly asked, sounding as though he was deeply troubled, “What should we do? Now your brother and Wu Wu also share a secret.”

 

“But right now, no one knows except Wu Wu. If Wu Wu accidentally tells someone…”

 

“Your brother would be reluctant to cut out your tongue and silence you.”

 

“What should we do?”

 

Wu Jing suddenly realized and, in a panic, started pushing him away, shaking his head frantically, desperately trying to retreat. The fear that had been momentarily soothed now surged back up, overwhelming him.

 

Ning Qinghong chuckled and hugged him, “Alright, I’m just teasing Wu Wu.” He whispered, “It’s all your brother’s fault.”

 

“Wu Wu, why are you crying again?”

 

**Author’s Note:**

 

Qinghong (smiling): Yes, it’s all my fault.