The Supreme Young Eunuch

The Great Zhou Dynasty.

"Xiao Cheng, are you dead yet? If not, get up right now!"

"Understood."

What wretched luck—just yesterday I drank with a client, and I still haven’t sobered up.

"What are you dawdling for? His Highness the Crown Prince wants you to attend him for his bath and to help him change. Has Chief Steward Li knocked you senseless?"

The tone of this man’s voice was off, uncannily similar to the eunuchs in historical dramas.

"Crown Prince? Chief Steward Li?"

Suddenly, a flood of memories surged into Ye Cheng’s mind, crashing over him and making his head throb with pain.

He had transmigrated into an ancient dynasty, becoming a young eunuch in the Eastern Palace, the residence of the Crown Prince.

Ye Cheng quickly checked himself and was startled to find everything still intact—thank heavens!

What was going on? He hadn’t been castrated?

He hadn’t even sorted his thoughts when the eunuch beside him kept urging him along, leaving Ye Cheng no choice but to muddle after him in confusion.

The Eastern Palace, as the Crown Prince’s residence, was grand and regal in every detail.

"Chief Wang, why isn’t the Crown Prince attended by palace maids?" Ye Cheng asked curiously.

On their way, he’d seen many lovely young girls.

"When working in the palace, remember what to ask and what not to ask. Why do you care so much?" Chief Wang’s cold eyes shot Ye Cheng a warning glance.

Ye Cheng dared not question further.

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