Infiltrating the Imperial Harem, the Fake Eunuch

The moonlit night was cold.

An ancient well covered with mottled green moss, beneath which lay old bricks worn out of shape by time.

Well was dry, without a single drop of water... making it a good place for murder and robbery in this deep palace.

***

In the quiet Da Qian Imperial Palace, a handsome little eunuch stood by the edge of the ancient well, poking his head inside.

His mouth let out a curious and surprised sound: "You said you would give me a big treasure, where is it? Why don't I see it?"

"How could there not be one? Look closely..."

As soon as the words fell, the little eunuch stood on his tiptoes, trying to look down into the well...

However, the person behind him approached silently like a cat.

Suddenly.

Those hands pushed forward with force, accompanied by a sinister laugh: "How could there not be one? When you fall to your death, won't your corpse be inside?"

The other little eunuch by the well was currently an eighth-grade official, a rising star who had been highly noticed in the imperial harem recently.

He was about to have the opportunity to be promoted from an eighth-grade eunuch before the palace to a seventh-grade steward. Unfortunately, out of nowhere, a Xiao Yezi appeared and snatched his position.

What made him even more annoyed was that the opponent was only at the fifth-grade Houtian. How could he compare to himself, a first-grade Houtian expert!? A year ago, heaven and earth seemed to have undergone some changes. Experts were becoming more numerous... Now, even first-grade Houtian was very common in the imperial palace.

How could such a fool survive in the imperial palace? A seventh-grade steward, do you even deserve it?

Could it be that because his handiwork was good, he was favored by some master?

"Pah!"

Just as the little eunuch used his Ecstasy Palm to push the eunuch Xiao Yezi down the well, after a round of cursing!

A cold wind suddenly blew behind him.

A voice abruptly rang out from behind, like a soul-demanding sound from the underworld, carrying a hint of teasing and doubt in its coldness: "Oh? There's still nothing below, why don't you look and see?"

***

"Whoosh..." The cold night wind blew down his spine, leaving him at a loss... This familiar voice... He actually didn't die!

How was that possible? He was a first-grade Houtian expert and had used all his strength to launch a sneak attack with the Ecstasy Palm. How could he fail!

"No, no, just now was a misunderstanding... I..."

However, was Xiao Yezi a fool?

Xiao Yezi might be, but Ye Fan absolutely was not.

***

With a "thud," the sound of a person falling from a high place echoed.

Ye Fan didn't even bother to look and was ready to leave.

Who would have thought that the world was so unpredictable.

Coming to the Dragon-Locking Well again, it was such a scene. He could be considered to have contributed a brick to this dry well.

Now, a year had passed since the recovery of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The Second Prince with the strange body had become the New Emperor, while Wei Xian's whereabouts had been unknown since the day he arrived in the capital.

Yang Yuhuan returned alone to the Baihuo Sect in the south, while Liu Baiyu became the Sect Master of the Hehuan Sect, which was currently famous as the number one sect under heaven. Everything seemed to be getting better.

Except for the Ninth Prince, who was sent to the extremely cold north by the New Emperor under the pretext of ineffective action, unable to return to the imperial palace in the short term.

And except for Ye Fan, who was implicated by the Ninth Prince's matter and was once again demoted to a seventh-grade eunuch.

But an official title... to the master who held the entire world in his hands, what use was it...

Ye Fan yawned.

Although he was a bit sleepy.

He still hadn't signed in tonight.

Seeing that the hour of Si had passed, Ye Fan opened the "Book of Returning to the Ruins." The imperial palace, which he originally thought had no secrets left, once again revealed countless golden glowing spots... Each glowing spot seemed brighter than those outside the capital.

Logically speaking, the true treasures in the imperial palace had not yet been discovered by Ye Fan... The previous way of signing in ultimately had some issues. Ye Fan didn't show surprise, because this surprise had lasted for a year, and by now, Ye Fan had grown used to it.

Only.

"Is it here?"

In a ruined imperial garden closest to the Dragon-Locking Well, a golden light was flashing.

This palace had no presence in Ye Fan's memory... To most palace servants and royals, this place was like a forgotten corner.

Could a good item be signed in here as well?

Without a second word, Ye Fan walked forward.

He saw an extremely inconspicuous grey palace, even the bronze lock on the door was rusted.

However, this not-so-tall building radiated a... faint pressure?

The low palace was like a small beast, falling into a deep sleep.

Ye Fan shook his head.

"Click..." Many things, as long as they didn't bear malice towards him, he didn't care. Ye Fan's finger lightly touched it, and the rusted lock opened.

But as soon as Ye Fan walked inside...

He saw a woman in white robes, like a specter, flitting past him... The thin white silk revealed her fair skin, and her bright eyes showed her beautiful face.

Moreover, she emitted a unique scent of the royal family... Ye Fan was stunned.

What was she doing?

He saw this person hovering around him... Unintentionally, the white silk brushed past his cheek, feeling a bit itchy...

Was she pretending to be a ghost?

But these long legs made it hard to feel afraid.

After all, Ye Fan was just a fake eunuch blending into the imperial harem, a real man.

Well, with benefits right in front of him, what was the harm in cooperating a bit?

Although a bit slow, after serious consideration, Ye Fan still cooperatively screamed... "Ghost!"

Along the way, Ye Fan completed the sign-in, then ran out of this place... Running to the palace door, Ye Fan turned his head to glance at the name of the palace, "Martial God Hall?"

"With such a domineering name, why haven't I heard of it before?"

Then, he continued to run back to his residence. Being older, not getting enough sleep was bad for the body.

After Ye Fan had gone far, the woman who had played ghost in the Martial God Hall stood at the palace door, breathing a sigh of relief.

Her mouth let out a slightly flustered voice: "That was close, that was close, I barely managed to fool him..."

"I can't let this little eunuch ruin my plans..."

"Maybe tomorrow..."

Those bright eyes flashed with a cunning light, and a strange spark flickered in them. Ye Fan's trouble seemed to be coming...