After Transmigrating Into A Eunuch, I Became Famous In The Harem - Chapter 39

Inside the Noble Consort’s chambers, the air remained thick with steam, the temperature rising steadily. Shao Yin stumbled backward, nearly falling into the hot spring, before Liang Fujun steadied her.

“Why are you so flustered?” Liang Fujun asked, her delight growing as Shao Yin’s panic intensified. Having regained the upper hand, how could she not be pleased?

She gripped Shao Yin’s hand tightly, leaning forward slightly. “To bathe with me in this hot spring is an honor few would ever beg for. Yet you seem terrified.”

How could Shao Yin not be terrified?

No servant in the palace would ever want such an “honor.” Bathing with the Noble Consort didn’t sound like a privilege at all.

She tried to pull her wrist free, but Liang Fujun’s grip was unyielding. Looking up at the dazzlingly beautiful woman before her, whose every expression radiated absolute control, Shao Yin’s panic deepened. “My body is dirty, and I’m still clothed. I wouldn’t want to sully Your Majesty’s bathwater.”

“Then remove your clothes…”

Before Liang Fujun could finish speaking, Shao Yin interrupted her, her eyes glistening with tears and a pleading look. “Imperial Consort!”

This was the first time Shao Yin had ever spoken to Liang Fujun with such urgency.

Liang Fujun paused momentarily, her smile growing even brighter.

Seeing Shao Yin’s pitiful, vulnerable appearance, her heart softened for some reason, and she ultimately decided to spare her.

“Alright, I won’t tease you anymore. There’s a smaller hot spring pool over there. I’ll give you that one to use.”

Liang Fujun leaned back against the poolside. “But you can’t leave yet. First, wipe my back, then change your clothes and go soak yourself.”

She tilted her head slightly. “You can take off your outer robe now.”

Wet clothes were indeed heavy, restrictive, and uncomfortable, clinging to the skin.
Unable to simply sweep her sleeves and depart, Shao Yin moved to the side and removed her outer robe, shoes, and socks.

Every movement was under the Noble Consort’s gaze. Though she still wore her undergarments and breast-binding cloth, she felt utterly exposed.

Liang Fujun was indeed watching Shao Yin, taking in her figure clad only in a thin white undergarment. The damp fabric clung to her body, revealing the breast-binding cloth across her chest.

Her eyes and brows exuded fragility, her cheeks glowing porcelain-white under the bright light.

Drenched as she was, her appearance carried an unmistakable air of ambiguity.

Liang Fujun couldn’t help but steal a few more glances, the steamy air of the bath making her chest feel tight.

Summoning her courage, Shao Yin said, “Imperial Consort, please turn over. I’ll wipe your back.”

Unable to bear Liang Fujun’s intense stare any longer, Shao Yin desperately hoped she would turn away and stop looking at her. She wanted to flee immediately.

Fortunately, Liang Fujun wasn’t persistent. She turned over, leaning against the poolside, and allowed Shao Yin to wipe her back.

Her skin was luminous and fair, smooth as a peeled egg.

When Shao Yin’s fingertips accidentally brushed against it, the warm, soft skin seemed to cling to her touch, reluctant to let go.

Liang Fujun, relaxed against the poolside, suddenly opened her eyes, her body stiffening momentarily.

That sensation returned.

The heat, the tingling, the electric thrill that spread through half her body—it overwhelmed her once more.

Gradually, the tips of Liang Fujun’s ears flushed crimson.

This feeling had once surfaced during her naive youth, when she still harbored a faint fondness for the Emperor.

Yet she never imagined that a mere touch from a woman could evoke such a sensation.

She even furrowed her brow, wondering if the palace maids who bathed and washed her hair in the past had ever felt this way.

In her memory, there had never been such an experience.

Why was Shao Yin different?

Was it because she always wore men’s clothing?

Even though it was eunuch attire, did it make people overlook her true gender?

Liang Fujun couldn’t understand it. When Shao Yin’s fingertips accidentally brushed her shoulder again, she took a deep breath and turned to say, “That’s enough. You may go and rest now.”

Relieved, Shao Yin sighed and walked slowly toward the shore, moving as deliberately as possible.

It wasn’t until she changed into the clothes Liang Fujun had prepared for her that she realized the woman’s intentions had been malicious from the start.

Otherwise, why would there be a eunuch robe, perfectly fitted to her size, lying here?

The moment she stepped out of the room, her legs nearly buckled beneath her.

Only after sinking into the small hot spring pool Liang Fujun had granted her did she finally relax completely.

The warm spring water slowly seeped into Shao Yin’s body, its heat permeating her bones.

She lay sprawled by the pool’s edge, rarely allowing herself such complete relaxation, savoring this fleeting moment of peace.

Yet, images kept flashing through her mind: the Noble Consort’s sultry glance, cast her way by the spring’s edge.

As a woman herself, Shao Yin had to admit the Noble Consort possessed the most dazzling beauty in the entire Imperial Harem.

She understood why the Noble Consort, despite her notoriously volatile temper, remained the Emperor’s favored concubine, granted the title of Noble Consort.
After soaking in the pool for nearly an hour, her muscles finally relaxed. She exhaled softly, reached for a towel, and began drying herself.

Though she’d brought fresh bandages, she felt too at ease to bother with them now. After loosely wrapping the fabric around her body, she donned a clean Eunuch’s uniform, wiped her damp hair, and tied it into a bun. She was ready to return to her quarters and dry her hair by the charcoal brazier.

Her sense of ease stemmed from the pool’s proximity to her quarters—just about fifty meters away, a short walk back.

It was late, and the ancient lighting relied solely on lanterns, their dim glow casting long shadows. Knowing she wouldn’t encounter anyone on this deserted path, Shao Yin relaxed slightly.

She never imagined she’d be cornered by Consort Zhen in a secluded alley.

When someone called out to her, she instinctively turned around and saw Consort Zhen.

She wanted to flee immediately, but she had already missed her chance to escape.

She couldn’t even figure out where this woman had materialized from, how she’d suddenly appeared and called out to her.

Snowflakes began to fall again, blanketing the surroundings in a layer of white.

The air was deathly still, broken only by the wind, the snow, and the sound of Consort Zhen’s footsteps on the icy ground.

Shao Yin’s heart felt like it was being trampled underfoot with each step, pounding wildly in her chest.

As Consort Zhen approached, step by step, Shao Yin wondered if the woman could hear her racing heartbeat.

Consort Zhen’s full name was Yang Yuzhen. Her father served in the Cabinet, and her brother worked in the Ministry of Justice.

She had deliberately ambushed Shao Yin.

The snow reflected the lantern’s dim yellow light, casting a warm glow on Yang Yuzhen’s face and accentuating the gentle softness of her features.

She was strikingly beautiful, her lips curved in a faint smile, and her voice was soft and gentle. “It’s so late. Why haven’t you gone back yet?”

Shao Yin replied, “This servant is about to retire for the night. It’s bitterly cold outside. Your Majesty should return soon.”

Yang Yuzhen stepped closer, reaching out to touch Shao Yin’s hair. “Why did you come out of the hot spring without drying your hair? In this freezing weather, won’t it freeze on your head?”

Shao Yin inwardly grumbled, If you’d just let me go earlier, I would have gone back and dried my hair.

But then she saw Yang Yuzhen’s gaze slowly move downward, a clear suspicion surfacing in her gentle eyes. “Are you not properly dressed? Why do you look different from earlier?”

Her fingertip slowly pointed at Shao Yin’s chest. “What are you hiding under your clothes?”

Shao Yin’s heart pounded violently.

How could she have forgotten?

Her chest-binding wasn’t tight enough.

The Original Host’s chest wasn’t small at all.

Shao Yin immediately drew in her chest, her eyes darting about in panic as she tried to suppress her breathing. But the white mist still escaped in a flurry from her mouth. She stammered, “This servant was rushing back to her quarters and didn’t properly dress. For committing such an offense before Your Majesty, this servant deserves death.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she moved to kneel.

She knew that if she knelt and hunched over, her deception would be even harder to detect.

But Yang Yuzhen stepped forward and grasped her hand. “It’s not a serious matter. Why kneel? In this weather, kneeling in the snow could injure you, and that would make both the Noble Consort and the Empress worry.”

“Besides, I’m not such a harsh mistress that I demand constant kneeling.”

As she spoke, she leaned closer to Shao Yin.

They were now barely a foot apart, their breaths mingling.
Shao Yin was desperate to get Yang Yuzhen back to her side room and hurry back herself, before Consort Zhen discovered any slip-ups.

But Yang Yuzhen, who had taken hold of her hand while helping her up, suddenly remarked, “Your hands are so small. They look no different from a woman’s.”

She laughed again. “And the way your clothes are half-undone… if you told me you were a woman disguised as a eunuch, I’d believe you.”

Shao Yin’s face paled instantly, her fingertips trembling slightly. She even held her breath, her mind flooded with panic.

Has Consort Zhen truly discovered something? Did I give myself away just now?

In that vast Traveling Palace, it felt as if only the two of them existed. Flurries of snow drifted down onto them, and a gentle breeze swept past, carrying swirling flakes.

Yang Yuzhen’s eyes brimmed with amusement, like a spring breeze. She tilted her head slightly, wanting to see Shao Yin’s expression as she lowered her gaze. Feeling the delicate, almost boneless hand in her own, watching Shao Yin tremble before her, the amusement in her eyes deepened, and her voice softened, as if she truly cared for Shao Yin, cherishing her in her heart.

“You seem to be trembling from the cold,” she said with a soft chuckle. “Don’t take what I said too seriously. I was just joking. I didn’t mean to suggest you were a woman. Please don’t be hurt.”

Seizing the opportunity, Shao Yin broke free from Yang Yuzhen’s grip and took a step back. “This servant wouldn’t dare. It’s cold outside, Your Majesty. You should return soon.”

Yang Yuzhen’s gaze lingered briefly on Shao Yin’s chest before she turned away with a meaningful smile.

She hadn’t expected Shao Yin to be a real woman, and such a well-proportioned one at that.

If she were dressed as a woman, few in the Imperial Harem could rival her beauty.

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