Becoming Puppet Emperor of a Paranoid Eunuch - Chapter 77

Wu Jing’s legs were held by someone. He struggled and tried his best to hug the person behind him, rubbing his pink-tinted nose, soft cheeks, and damp eyelids against Ning Qinghong’s side face.

 

He was trying to please, to beg for mercy, to seek comfort.

 

“Kiss, brother, kiss,” the boy said, touching the other person’s thin lips with his own, licking them messily and clingily, naively thinking that if he took the initiative to kiss, he could exchange something with the other person.

 

Ning Qinghong wouldn’t force him like this.

 

Wu Jing used all his strength, but no matter what he did, the person behind him remained unmoved.

 

It seemed to Ning Qinghong that these were minor disturbances.

 

Too immature, even his struggles only drew him closer to the person forcing him. Afraid and helpless, he only hoped to receive a bit of pity from the other person, pitiful yet endearing.

 

Ning Qinghong slightly turned his face, and Wu Jing followed, licking the corner of his lips.

 

In his daze, the boy heard a cold voice say in his ear, “Wu Wu.”

 

Wu Jing froze, afraid to move, stifling his cries and breathing softly, his eyes filled with timidness.

 

He didn’t understand why the person was different from before.

 

He wasn’t even being comforted.

 

Even in a bad mood, this shouldn’t happen.

 

Wu Jing wanted to speak but didn’t dare, suppressing his tears, following the other person’s instructions, and trembling as he removed his inner pants.

 

He clutched his clothes tightly, closed his eyes, turned his face away, not daring to look down, nor to cry out loud, just pitifully sniffling.

 

After a long effort with no results.

 

Wu Jing finally sobbed, “Can’t… can’t get it out.”

 

Ning Qinghong had stopped kissing him. Wu Jing gradually calmed down, but was so embarrassed that he wanted to curl up.

 

Even without kissing, being held in this position, it was impossible to be as easy as Ning Qinghong had described.

 

Ning Qinghong made a sound of acknowledgment, then leaned down and unexpectedly touched the back of Wu Jing’s ear with his lips.

 

The warm breath in such a sensitive spot caught Wu Jing off guard, making him shiver. His mind went blank, and his body relaxed. Before he could react, he heard a “drip” sound, and then he couldn’t control himself anymore.

 

Ning Qinghong looked at the boy in his arms, his body flushed and tense, not moving, as if still not understanding what had happened.

 

He lowered his gaze, watching indifferently.

 

After it ended, he let the boy use a handkerchief to wipe himself, and once Wu Jing, dazed, dressed himself, Ning Qinghong carried him out again.

 

Throughout the process, Ning Qinghong only held him and gently touched the boy’s ear.

 

Wu Jing curled up in his arms, burying his face and remaining silent, occasionally letting out muffled sobs, not daring to cry loudly, just holding back.

 

He couldn’t believe the person just now was truly him.

 

So easily, it seemed he had really become like the other person said, even… couldn’t control himself, so embarrassing, how could it be so humiliating.

 

The boy was seated and had his face lifted. Confused, he looked up, still not understanding, and was kissed again.

 

Ning Qinghong, with his eyes lowered, kissed him slowly and deliberately, as if simply trying to help the boy release his emotions.

 

It was a reward for being obedient.

 

Wu Jing, kissed into a daze, couldn’t help but fumble with Ning Qinghong’s clothes. When the other person straightened up, he, still dazed, tried to follow.

 

He kneeled up a little.

 

When Ning Qinghong turned his face away, Wu Jing sat back down, realizing that Ning Qinghong had placed his arm between their bodies.

 

He was now sitting on Ning Qinghong’s hand,

 

Even in his palm.

 

Wu Jing’s lips were still wet, his tongue unconsciously sticking out, breathing slowly, staring at Ning Qinghong.

 

Seeing the fatigue in Ning Qinghong’s eyes and hearing his voice soften as he ordered, “Wu Wu, do it yourself.”

 

Wu Jing’s mind went blank for a while, his face flushed red and burning.

 

He instinctively raised his hand, trembling as he swiped.

 

In the end, he shrank back—fearful.

 

But it was too late.

 

His sleeve swiped across Ning Qinghong’s face, a slap that didn’t hurt or itch, just scratched lightly.

 

As if finally retracting his claws,

 

Leaving only the soft paw pads.

 

Wu Jing was stunned for a long time, and when he met Ning Qinghong’s calm gaze, he trembled and began to cry and panic, struggling clumsily.

 

He tried to stand up while kneeling but kept falling back onto Ning Qinghong repeatedly.

 

He didn’t know how many tears he shed, and finally, trembling, he managed to get up, hurriedly clutching his clothes and stumbling to the door.

 

He forgot to close the door.

 

Wu Jing didn’t know how long he had run. When he finally came to his senses, he found himself back at the moon gate he had first entered.

 

He looked up to see Fuchen still waiting for him. Wu Jing lowered his head in embarrassment, scared, and wiped his tears recklessly, “I—I want to go back.”

 

“I’m tired.”

 

An attempt to cover up.

 

Seeing the emperor’s almost fainting state, Fuchen was not surprised. Jiu Qiansui lord had little patience at such times. Just crying a bit and not losing any limbs was already quite good.

 

He worried, “Your Majesty, are you hurt?”

 

Wu Jing could only shake his head.

 

Fuchen said, “Your Majesty hasn’t had dinner yet tonight. Why don’t you eat first and then rest?”

 

Wu Jing was about to nod.

 

Fuchen continued, “Jiu Qiansui lord instructed me to monitor your meals. Even if you have no appetite, you should eat a little, which would also provide some comfort.”

 

Wu Jing immediately changed his mind, “I don’t want to eat!” After speaking, he stiffened, looked back to make sure no one was behind him, and then returned to a normal volume, “I’m not hungry, no need, thank you.”

 

Fuchen hesitated, “Then would you like some sweet cheese?”

 

After a long time, Wu Jing finally nodded slightly.

 

The boy hurried back to his courtyard, curled up in his bedding after washing up. When the warm sweet cheese arrived, Wu Jing ate a little, which eased his fear somewhat.

 

But he still curled up in the corner of the bed.

 

The bedding was warm, and Wu Jing couldn’t stop being drowsy, feeling sleepy but not daring to fully sleep. He would wake up at every little sound.

 

Restlessly curling up.

 

Not knowing where to hide.

 

Late at night, Wu Jing fell asleep in the quiet dimness, not lying down but still curled up with the bedding and his knees in the corner, his head nodding, faintly hearing a “creak” sound.

 

It seemed the wooden door of his room was pushed open.

 

In his daze, Wu Jing thought it was a night guard. His head was as fuzzy as mush, and only when the visitor stopped by his bed did he remember that servants wouldn’t enter his bedroom at night.

 

He looked up blankly, seeing a vague figure standing by his bed in the darkness.

 

As the person leaned closer, Wu Jing smelled the familiar blend of medicinal and calming scents.

 

He kept curling back, but there was no space left, desperately trying to make himself as small as possible.

 

“Sorry, sorry, sorry.”

 

“I didn’t mean to do it, I didn’t do it on purpose.”

 

His voice already had a crying tone.

 

Wu Jing really felt he had gone too far. Throughout his life, whether it was with himself or those around him, he had never experienced hitting or slapping anyone. In his understanding, this was an extremely serious matter.

 

Although Ning Qinghong started it, hitting someone was still wrong, and he was genuinely afraid, worried about how Ning Qinghong would treat him now that he had been so disobedient.

 

His previous cold treatment was merely a minor disturbance.

 

Perhaps in Ning Qinghong’s eyes,

 

Even throwing a tantrum wasn’t worth mentioning.

 

The blanket Wu Jing was wrapped in was pulled off him. He trembled, buried his head, and didn’t even know how to run.

 

He was forcibly pulled out.

 

After a long time, his blank mind finally realized that he was being quietly held in someone’s arms. Wu Jing swallowed, noticing that the other person seemed to be undressing.

 

After a moment, he felt that person also sitting on the bed.

 

He was being held and laid down on the bed, covered with soft blankets. Ning Qinghong quietly held him and rested.

 

For a long time, Wu Jing dared to move slowly.

 

By the moonlight, he carefully looked at Ning Qinghong, who seemed to have closed his eyes and was actually asleep. Wu Jing blinked in confusion and moved slightly again.

 

He gradually found a comfortable position, stretching out his hands and legs that had been curled up.

 

Throughout this process, the person beside him kept their eyes closed. Wu Jing’s courage grew, and he moved his face closer, almost touching Ning Qinghong’s side face. After confirming that Ning Qinghong was indeed closing his eyes, he relaxed slightly.

 

He cautiously moved back to his usual position and lay down.

 

Gradually, he became sleepy again.

 

But Wu Jing still didn’t dare to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he would open them again to check. After half an hour, he finally fell asleep, instinctively curling up like an octopus around the person beside him.

 

Guided purely by instinct and habit, he found the most comfortable position and fell into a deep sleep.

 

Not afraid at all.

 

Wu Jing had a restless night, so he slept a bit longer the next day. When he was woken up, the sky was already bright. Turning over while holding the blanket, he heard a voice calling him.

 

“Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it is already noon.”

 

“Lord Qian sent word to the Imperial Academy to excuse Your Majesty from the morning session. After lunch, you must go to the academy.”

 

When Wu Jing heard those words, he immediately became fully awake, sat up holding the blanket, and looked back anxiously.

 

He thought Ning Qinghong was still there, but when he looked up, there was no one beside him. The blanket was warm only on his side, and only the servant outside the curtain was still calling him.

 

After a while, Wu Jing responded softly.

 

He slowly washed and dressed, peeking outside several times. Confirming that no one was there, he wondered if the previous night had been a dream, but the servant’s words were firmly remembered by Wu Jing.

 

Fortunately, he wasn’t as uneasy as the previous night. Hungry from the night, he ate more at lunch. While filling his stomach, he kept looking outside, eating absently, not knowing who he was waiting for.

 

But until Wu Jing finished lunch, took the carriage to the academy, attended classes, and returned home, he didn’t see even a trace of Ning Qinghong.

 

**Author’s Note:**

 

Qinghong : Feeling down, but still here to comfort you.