Liu Miwu has a secret that is not a secret: she likes a eunuch.

The eunuch who once had tremendous power and was able to do whatever he wanted - Cheng Ying, the eunuch who held the seal of the Imperial Household Department.

Even though he has lost his power and has become an ordinary and unknown citizen, she still likes him.

Even though I know he is cold-hearted, he still has someone else in his heart.

Perhaps it's because a person will only have one true heart-throb in their life, and that person is too stunning and unattainable, so she can't forget him so much.

Liu Miwu lay by the wooden window, quietly looking at the man wearing the short clothes of the Jiuli Miao people lying on the rocking chair in the yard. She also remembered the man holding an umbrella in the dim sky in the late spring rain, looking at her with his head slightly lowered, his eyes calm and his handsome profile as sharp as a god.

"Sister Awu, are you secretly looking at the high priest again?"

The little girl who was speaking was called Alan. She was the daughter of the former high priest of Jiuli Village. If nothing unexpected happened, she should have been the next priest of Jiuli Village. But after they came over, the Holy Gu of Jiuli Village recognized Cheng Ying as its master. Although Cheng Ying was not willing to be a high priest, the Miao people of Jiuzhai believed that the one who could be chosen by the Holy Gu would be their next high priest.

Since they had nowhere else to go, they stayed in Jiuzhaigou.

Some people are born with the ability to survive. Even if they become a stray dog, they can still live well as long as they move to another place.

There is no Cheng Ying in this world anymore. He is now Fu Chuan, the high priest of Jiuli.

"Sister Awu, although the high priest looks good, don't you think he is scary?" Alan came to Liu Miwu's side, glanced at the fair and handsome man on the recliner, and whispered, "Men should be darker and stronger like the brothers in our Miao village so that they can withstand the torture. Although the high priest is powerful, he is always sickly..."

Liu Miwu said softly: "That's because his injuries haven't healed yet."

"It's been so long, the High Priest's injuries haven't healed yet?" Alan was puzzled, "But my father said that the Life-Extending Gu had already cured the High Priest's injuries."

"The wound in your heart will heal more slowly." Liu Miwu said slowly, "But it will get better eventually."

Alan looked at her expression and always felt that there seemed to be a lot of sadness in her eyes when she said these words.

"It must be very hard to like someone who doesn't like you."

Liu Miwu smiled softly and stroked the silver bell on her wrist: "It's not hard at all. I am always happy when I think that there is such a person in this world."

Alan didn't understand, but she tugged at Liu Miwu's sleeve and whispered, "Sister Awu, I have a butterfly poison that can make you have a sweet dream." She glanced at the high priest not far away and said, "Do you want to try it?"

Liu Miwu looked at the butterfly dancing on her fingertips. Its colorful wings were almost transparent and eerily beautiful. After staying in Jiuli for a long time, the witchcraft was no longer as scary as when she first heard about it. Not all the Miao people in Jiuli knew how to raise witchcraft, and they would not use it on others at will.

Liu Miwu stretched out her finger and lightly touched the butterfly's wings with her fingertips. She felt a slight pain at her fingertips, as if a needle was pricking her. Then she felt dazed and fell asleep on the clear window sill.

Alan smiled slyly, raised his fingertips, sent the butterfly out of the window, and instructed it to fly towards the handsome man who was resting with his eyes closed on a recliner in the yard.

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When Fu Chuan woke up, he was lying in an airtight room. The air was filled with a bad smell. His crotch was burning with pain, his legs were aching terribly, his whole body was shaking, and his throat was extremely dry.

He moved, but found that his hands and legs were tied tightly to the door panel he was lying on.

In the dark room, someone was sobbing and whispering, "Dad and Mom, it hurts so much, I don't want to enter the palace anymore..."

After understanding his situation, Fu Chuan sneered in the darkness. He suspected that he must have done something evil that had angered God and man, so he was reincarnated into the body of a ten-year-old eunuch who had just been castrated.

After enduring three days of unbearable hunger, thirst and pain, the dark door was opened and someone came in. They dragged out the bodies of those who had not survived the three days on the bed, and then pulled out the straw stuck under them. Urine gushed out like water, and the room was suddenly filled with a pungent smell.

The eunuchs in the cleansing room undid the shackles that bound their limbs, and then forced them to stretch their legs. Every time they stretched, they felt so painful that their hearts broke and their bodies trembled.

A young child cried for his parents, and was slapped by the eunuch in the cleansing room. "Do you think the grandfathers are willing to serve you? If you don't stretch yourself well, you will be hunched over for the rest of your life and won't be able to stand up straight."

So a group of children who had just turned ten could only endure this severe pain, stretching their legs three times a day and crying like they were being washed with water.

Fu Chuan endured all of this numbly. After being in the cleansing room for nearly three months, he and other children were sent to the Jingshifang of the Imperial Household Department to learn the rules. The palace rules were complicated and there could not be any mistakes.

Although the eunuch in charge was strict, he did not treat these children harshly. After all, he was used to the ups and downs of the palace. He could not guarantee which of these children would be promising and become a eunuch in charge of writing in the future. If he saw them one day, he would at least avoid any grudge against them out of consideration for their friendship.

Spring goes and autumn comes, which is half a year.

On this day, the twelve prisons came to select people. Some of them had already made plans for themselves. They sweet-talked the eunuchs in charge, and the eunuchs in charge would say a few good words for them. Those who had connections in the palace would have a good job.

Fu Chuan was not outstanding among the group of children. The eunuch in charge of the Jingshifang wanted to train him at first because he had rosy lips, white teeth, delicate features and handsome eyes. However, he found that Fu Chuan was clumsy in learning the etiquette of bowing, kneeling, serving tea and water, and his eyes were always gloomy, which was not very pleasing. After training him twice and seeing that he was not getting the hang of it, he stopped spending any more time on him.

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