Chapter 7: The CP-Shipping Empress! Eunuch Yuan Is the Real Favorite Consort

“……”

Zhu Wuhuan looked faintly at the tyrant.

So you just have to talk while stepping on me, huh?

She muttered to the system in her heart, 【System, I suddenly really like your name. If I get rid of this tyrant, I’ll be the empress… I’m going to get rid of him!】

The system was overjoyed.

Previously, the host had been a bit passive and lazy, unwilling to commit regicide and become empress.

But who could have expected, this tyrant actually cooperated so perfectly by constantly provoking her, stirring up her fighting spirit!

It cheered inwardly—fight, fight!

If this couple starts fighting earlier, it can finish its mission earlier!

While Zhu Wuhuan was plotting to get rid of the tyrant, Xiao Yuanzi was already full of gratitude, kowtowing as he received the imperial order.

He banged his head on the floor three times!

Since the emperor entrusted him with investigating the Household Department, it meant His Majesty still trusted him, that he hadn’t fallen out of favor!

After kowtowing, he stood up, preparing to pour Feng Changye another cup of tea before retreating to carry out the investigation.

Just as he reached Feng Changye’s side, the emperor turned his head toward him.

“Your legs must be aching, aren’t they?”

Feng Changye looked at his legs and asked softly.

Xiao Yuanzi’s eyes filled with tears of gratitude. “Thank you for Your Majesty’s concern. Xiao Yuanzi’s legs don’t ache, please don’t trouble yourself remembering this matter anymore…”

Feng Changye shook his head. “Back then, you were injured saving me. How could I not remember?”

He waved his hand. “Step down. Go back and rub on some medicinal wine. How many times have I told you—if you must kneel, do it slowly. Don’t just drop down like that. What if you aggravate your old injury?”

With tears in his eyes, Xiao Yuanzi looked at Feng Changye and nodded obediently.

Outside, everyone said their emperor was a tyrant, but that wasn’t true at all!

His Majesty was the best master!

His temper might be harsh, but he cherished old ties. If someone gave him one part kindness, he would repay with ten!

He, Xiao Yuanzi, had the most right to speak on this matter. Ever since he had followed his master at the age of seven, his master had always protected him, never letting him suffer the slightest grievance!

Feng Changye watched as Xiao Yuanzi straightened his back and left the Taiji Hall, and he gave a soft sigh.

But before the sigh had even left his chest, he suddenly snapped his head toward Zhu Wuhuan!

Meeting her wide, sparkling, gossiping eyes, his breath caught in his throat!

He had actually forgotten, this woman who believed in false history, who thought he and Xiao Yuanzi were cut-sleeves!

Damn those false histories!

She must have misunderstood his relationship with Xiao Yuanzi again just now!

Sure enough, the next moment, he heard Zhu Wuhuan’s inner voice burst out with excited shrieks—

【Ahhh this tyrant–eunuch CP is just too good to ship!】

【Oh my god, compared to Eunuch Yuan, the original empress of this body is just trash!】

【Before, the original body knelt in Chang Le Palace for so long, and after I transmigrated I kept kneeling, but did the tyrant show any heartache?】

【He didn’t even ask once!】

【But Eunuch Yuan is different—he only knelt for a few seconds, and the tyrant’s heart ached like crazy!】

【Even though I couldn’t hear what they said just now, the way he looked down at Yuan’s knees, the shape of his mouth—I knew he was asking if it hurt!】

【Oh my, “Does it hurt?” He even told him not to serve here, to go back and rest. Eunuch Yuan is the real favored consort!】

【No wonder the rumors say the tyrant later killed all his concubines with his own hand just to show his love to Eunuch Yuan! Yuan was his dearest treasure—how could he let those concubines become obstacles between them, making his sweetheart feel wronged?】

【Sigh, it’s just a pity for those concubines, doomed to be cannon fodder just like me…】

Zhu Wuhuan’s inner voice pounded into Feng Changye’s head without missing a single word.

It was like hammer blows, making his head buzz!

His hand under the desk clenched into a fist, tighter and tighter!

He had to control himself, or he feared he would immediately draw his sword and cut down this woman who kept calling him a cut-sleeve!

Only after clenching his fist for several breaths did he suppress the fire in his heart.

He stared at Zhu Wuhuan with dark, heavy eyes.

“Why does the empress look at me with such strange eyes? Who gave you the courage to gaze directly upon the imperial countenance?”

“Your concubine knows her fault.”

Zhu Wuhuan lowered her head, but did not kneel in apology.

In her heart, a voice sneered: Tsk, tsk, blame my parents for not making me a man, blame me for not having the same obedient gaze as Eunuch Yuan?

When Eunuch Yuan looked at you just now with teary eyes, did you rebuke him for being bold, for staring at your imperial face?

No—you reluctantly watched him leave the Taiji Hall.

Tsk, double standards much? You play it well!

Feng Changye inhaled deeply.

In order to prevent this woman’s misunderstanding from getting worse, he forced himself to explain.

“Did the way you looked at me just now, so strangely, stem from doubt at how I treat Xiao Yuanzi?”

He gazed out the window, recalling the past.

“Back then, when I was harmed by my imperial brother and fell from a cliff, Xiao Yuanzi leapt after me without hesitation to save me. He grabbed my arm, pushed off the cliff wall, and exchanged our positions. When we hit the ground, he landed beneath me. His waist and abdomen were torn, his spleen ruptured, his left leg broken. If not for my personal guards arriving in time and rushing him to treatment, his leg would have been ruined, and perhaps his life lost as well…”

He withdrew his gaze and looked squarely at Zhu Wuhuan, speaking each word firmly.

“In this world, only Xiao Yuanzi risked his life to save me. So naturally I treat him differently than others. Do you understand?”

Zhu Wuhuan hadn’t expected there to be such a moving story behind the tyrant and the eunuch!

She was truly touched, and nodded. “Your concubine understands.”

Feng Changye let out a breath of relief.

But immediately afterward, he heard Zhu Wuhuan’s damnable inner voice again—

【System, I finally understand why Feng Changye fell deeply in love with Eunuch Yuan, why he would willingly be a cut-sleeve!】

【This is the feeling of self-sacrifice! A bond of life and death!】

【He fell from a cliff, and Yuan jumped after him without blinking, risking everything, cushioning his fall, trading his own death for his master’s survival! Ask yourself, could the empress do this? Could the three thousand concubines of the harem do this? None of them could—only Eunuch Yuan!】

【Sigh, such love that shakes the heavens and moves the earth—never mind the tyrant, if it were me, I’d fall in love with Eunuch Yuan too!】

Zhu Wuhuan chatted happily with the system, unaware that the tyrant on the dragon throne was on the verge of exploding.

“……” Feng Changye’s hand gripped the vermilion brush tightly!

His gaze turned icy!

You said you understood—I thought you really understood!

But you understood nothing!

All you think of is the so-called love story between me and Xiao Yuanzi written in those ridiculous histories, isn’t it?

I told you this to say that Xiao Yuanzi is my savior, so I treat him with special regard. This is not love! Not love! Not love!

Closing his eyes, he pressed down his frustration, giving Zhu Wuhuan a weary glance.

Forget it. After all, this woman came from the future.

Thanks to those false histories, his supposed “love story” with Xiao Yuanzi had been spread for over a thousand years. She had grown up believing in it as true love—it was too deeply ingrained to erase in just a few words.

Fine then. If he explained any further today, he might expose the fact that he could hear her inner voice.

He would wait for another suitable chance to clarify.

In any case, as a dignified emperor, he would never bear the stain of being called a cut-sleeve!