After Transmigrating Into A Eunuch, I Became Famous In The Harem - Chapter 27

Liang Fujun had a strong desire for control.

Of course, she didn’t try to control everything. She only wanted to control the people and matters she cared about.

And the people in her palace were certainly among them.

After telling Shao Yin to massage her temples, her gaze locked onto her.

She noticed Shao Yin’s almost imperceptible sigh and felt no anger, only a sense of satisfaction.

This meant that even if Shao Yin resisted, she had to obey Liang Fujun’s orders. This was exactly what Liang Fujun wanted to see.

A bold smile curled her lips as she shifted her posture, settling more comfortably into her seat.

Shao Yin moved behind her and murmured, “This servant oversteps her bounds.”

She gently pressed her fingers against the Noble Consort’s temples, massaging them softly. “Is this pressure acceptable, Your Majesty?” she asked quietly.

Though the massage couldn’t compare to Chunfeng’s skilled hands, Liang Fujun felt a deeper sense of contentment.

She nodded in approval, not expecting much from Shao Yin’s service.

During her time in the palace, the Noble Consort had come to realize that Shao Yin wasn’t particularly skilled at serving others. It seemed unlikely that the Emperor and Empress favored him solely for his service skills.

She didn’t dwell on this matter. With so many eunuchs and maids in Chengqian Palace, finding someone to serve her was a simple task.

The fingertips pressed against her forehead were delicate, the fingers soft and smooth.

A man, castrated, somehow more feminine than a woman. Whether this was a good thing for Shao Yin remained unclear.

The charcoal fire crackled, its occasional pops making the room seem even quieter.

The Noble Consort had chosen a daring outfit today, with a neckline that dipped lower than usual. Looking straight on, her delicate collarbones practically leaped into view, and from this angle, a glimpse of her snow-white chest was visible.

Shao Yin immediately averted her gaze, focusing on the burning brazier.

The brazier seemed unusually vigorous today, its heat making the room feel almost stifling.

Shao Yin’s breaths grew deeper and steadier as she suppressed the inexplicable restlessness in her heart.

Liang Fujun slowly closed her eyes, only to find the sensation against her forehead growing more intense.

The pressure of Shao Yin’s hands, the slow rhythm of her movements, now carried a hint of lingering tenderness.

She opened her eyes to see a charcoal fire burning nearby.

She breathed slowly, but her heart pounded uncontrollably.

Liang Fujun’s gaze shifted to the side, where she could only see a glimpse of fabric—the deep blue uniform of a eunuch. Nothing about it was remarkable, yet Shao Yin’s slender figure materialized in her mind.

Deep within her, something seemed to be struggling to break free.

Her heart, which had been calm for so long, could no longer suppress the turbulent emotions roiling beneath the surface.

What was this?

The charcoal fire crackled, its soft pop pulling Liang Fujun back to reality.

Her head maid, Chunfeng, entered and whispered, “Your Majesty, Consort Liang has arrived.”

The gradually sensual atmosphere in the room, like a drop of water falling into a still lake, sent ripples outward before quickly dissipating.

An indescribable irritation welled up in Liang Fujun’s heart, her gaze darkening instantly.

Chunfeng immediately lowered her head, too afraid to meet her mistress’s eyes.

Liang Fujun gazed at the swirling snow outside the door. “Wait half a tea time before letting her in.”

Chunfeng bowed her head in acknowledgment.

This Consort Liang is truly tactless, Liang Fujun thought. I refuse to visit her palace, yet she comes seeking me. Has she never considered that I simply don’t wish to see her?

After about half a cup of tea, Chunfeng finally went out to invite Consort Liang into the room.

As Consort Liang entered, she saw the Noble Consort reclining on the daybed, with an exceptionally refined-looking eunuch standing behind her, gently massaging her temples.

The eunuch’s slender frame, similar to hers, made his delicate features appear even more subdued against the backdrop of the Noble Consort.

Yet there was a difference between subtlety and blandness.

Though Shao Yin wasn’t a striking beauty, her refined features carried an indescribable fragility, like an ice-carved yulan flower—delicate and evoking pity.

Consort Liang’s disapproval surfaced the moment she laid eyes on Shao Yin.

A fox-like man like this was no surprise to have attracted the Emperor’s attention.

If her father hadn’t needed him, she would have utterly despised this eunuch.

After performing her courtesies and being invited to sit by the Noble Consort, Consort Liang finally forced a smile as she looked at Shao Yin. “I wondered what kept Your Majesty so busy, making me wait so long. It seems Eunuch Shao was attending to you.”

Consort Liang.

Shao Yin lowered her gaze, refusing to meet the woman’s eyes. The sharp, slightly harsh tone of Consort Liang’s voice filled her with distaste.

The eunuch deliberately softened her voice, as if to appear more delicate, but Shao Yin only heard affected pretension.

Consort Liang was no good.

This was Shao Yin, who, after reading part of the novel, had decided to be wary of Consort Liang even before her transmigration.

In the original text, Consort Liang’s father was the Vice Grand Secretary, ranking just below the Senior Grand Secretary, who was the Empress’s father.

She had always hoped her father would become the First Grand Secretary and her son would become the Emperor. Even if she couldn’t become Empress now, she still aimed to become Empress Dowager someday.

To achieve this, she was willing to commit any evil.

Her entire family were the villains in this story.

What Shao Yin disliked most was their willingness to disregard the lives of the common people, sacrificing those they called “the lowest classes” for their own gain.

They craved power and wealth, caring nothing for the lives of others.

What right did such people have to become ministers of the court? What right did they have to let their son become Emperor?

Consort Liang’s son wasn’t even a legitimate firstborn.

The Empress’s son was the legitimate heir, and the Noble Consort’s son was the eldest.

The Imperial Harem also had other sons from various concubines. Though none were legitimate firstborns, they each had their own merits.

For example, Consort Zhen’s son was exceptionally intelligent and had inherited his mother’s cheerful and ambitious nature. The novel’s readers often described him as the only genuinely bright and optimistic young man in the entire book. If he became Emperor, he would bring happiness to the common people and ensure everyone lived a prosperous life.

Concubine Lan’s son was exceptionally emotionally intelligent, already making friends easily at his young age and showing a natural talent for social interactions.

Only Consort Liang’s son, with his mother’s family’s temperament, was arrogant and oblivious to the hardships of the world.

Even without reading the rest of the novel, Shao Yin knew that a prince like this would never become emperor.

The author would never allow such a person to ascend the throne.

Having already guessed the fate of Consort Liang’s family and now with the Empress as her patron, Shao Yin certainly wouldn’t let Consort Liang act so recklessly.
Nor could she stand Consort Liang’s snide remarks.

Liang Fujun also disliked hearing them. The corner of her mouth twitched as she sneered, “What’s this? A few gusts of cold wind and you’re already throwing a tantrum at me?”

Consort Liang feared Liang Fujun’s provocations the least. She was skilled at feigning fragility, inciting Liang Fujun’s fury until everyone pitied her and whispered behind her back about Liang Fujun’s overbearing arrogance and bad temper.

But before she could even begin her act, Shao Yin, standing behind Liang Fujun, dropped to her knees with a thud.

The sound of her knees hitting the floor made even Liang Fujun sit up straighter, her heart jolting. She turned to glare at Shao Yin, ready to roar at her for kneeling before Consort Liang.

Shao Yin trembled slightly, her already slender frame appearing even more delicate and fragile. The rims of her eyes were tinged pink, and her gaze flickered with fear as she whispered, “Consort Liang, please forgive me. Serving Your Majesty is my duty; I harbor no improper intentions and would never dare to act immodestly. But if anyone were to overhear Your Majesty’s words, it could be twisted into an accusation that I was trying to seduce the Noble Consort with flattery. My lowly life means little, but the Noble Consort’s reputation is priceless. How could she endure such slander?”

Liang Fujun was impulsive and lacked subtlety. She often failed to consider the implications of her actions or catch the hidden meaning in others’ words.

After Shao Yin’s plea, even someone as naive as Liang Fujun couldn’t miss the insinuation in Consort Liang’s words that she was implying an improper relationship between the Noble Consort and the eunuch.

What business does the Noble Consort have out in the cold, waiting to be served by a eunuch?

The implication was unavoidable: people would inevitably suspect something untoward between Shao Yin and the Noble Consort.

Liang Fujun’s expression turned cold and severe, the murderous rage in her eyes unmasked. Even her striking beauty took on a lethal aura, like a deadly Himalayan lily poised to claim lives.

Consort Liang felt a sudden panic.

She looked at Shao Yin’s eyes, which seemed on the verge of shattering, and her heart filled with loathing.

Isn’t this supposed to be my specialty?
But what infuriated her most was that she had always imagined herself to be like Shao Yin: slender, delicate, and pitifully fragile, as if she might break at any moment, someone others would want to protect and cherish.

Seeing Shao Yin in this state, how could she not feel jealous?

No wonder even the Emperor couldn’t escape the Eunuch’s influence. The Empress seemed to look at him with new favor, and now the Noble Consort appeared to interact with him so harmoniously.

To think I can’t even match up to a rootless man.

Under Consort Liang’s gaze, Shao Yin’s body trembled, barely able to maintain her kneeling posture.

This tremor did not escape Liang Fujun’s eyes.

Liang Fujun slammed her teacup from the low table onto the floor before Consort Liang.

Consort Liang had never imagined the Noble Consort would be so ruthless. She was still a consort, only one rank below the Noble Consort, how dare she treat her this way!

But before Consort Liang could react, Liang Fujun’s eyes flashed with fury. “Guards! Escort Consort Liang out of here!”

Seeing Consort Liang’s indignant expression, the Noble Consort’s tone sharpened. “You dared come to my palace to slander me and threaten my people! Do you think I’m like the other concubines in the Imperial Harem, to be bullied by you?”

“If it weren’t for your father’s high position and power, I’d have you flogged right now! You wouldn’t leave your palace for a month!”

Consort Liang shuddered in fear.

The Noble Consort was known for her fiery temper. She had ordered many people to be beaten. Her father and brother were generals on the border, wielding military power. Even the Junior Grand Secretary, her own father, had to tread carefully around such powerful military leaders.

If the Noble Consort were even more unstable, or if Consort Liang had pushed her further today, she wouldn’t have let her off the hook.

Consort Liang’s hands trembled. Her heart pounded violently in her chest, and her breathing grew ragged.
Finally, she rose, lowered her head, and bowed respectfully to the Noble Consort before taking her leave.

The Noble Consort permitted her departure. Consort Liang didn’t dare linger, turning on trembling legs and sweeping her skirts across the floor with a rustle as loud and obvious as her dejected state.

Unable to see her, the Noble Consort lowered her head and glared at Shao Yin. “Still on the floor? Do you need me to help you up?”

Shao Yin sprang to her feet, her movements brisk and efficient, showing no trace of the frightened woman she had been moments before.

Liang Fujun’s suspicion flared. “You…”

Shao Yin, however, seemed in good spirits, a faint smile playing in her eyes. “Imperial Consort,” she asked, “would you like me to massage your temples again?”

Liang Fujun slammed her hand on the table. “I’m asking you to explain yourself!”

Shao Yin lowered her head obediently. “This humble servant simply couldn’t stand by and watch Consort Liang secretly slander the Noble Consort. She spoke so cryptically, hoping to avoid giving you grounds to punish her. That’s why I resorted to this… unconventional method.”

“Unconventional?” Liang Fujun’s lips curled. “You have the nerve to call it unconventional? You even deceived me! I thought you were genuinely frightened. After all, your courage and physique are inferior even to those of the palace maids.”

Her earlier anger had vanished, replaced by a perverse satisfaction. She now understood why the Empress favored Shao Yin. She was a clever thing, skilled at protecting her mistress.

Consort Liang’s words echoed in her mind. The pleasant mood she’d been in suddenly turned sour. Her recent treatment of Shao Yin, and the atmosphere between them just now…

Liang Fujun lowered her gaze. No, it was simply that Shao Yin knew how to be considerate. Who wouldn’t feel comfortable being served by someone like that?

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