Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace: Jia Ling's Double Rebirth, Creates a Great Success

When the army returned to the capital, everything was dead and dead, and even the dead trees were cold.

Jinzhong followed orders and locked Ling Yunche, who had been hungry for six or seven days and had only eaten liquid food a few times, into the cleansing room.

The knife maker was extremely excited to learn that he had to castrate an adult guard. This job was the most technically demanding, but also the most interesting.

Jinzhong instructed the knife maker that Guard Ling had been ordered to perform a clean shaved act, and that he must kill all the parts of his body that could produce offspring.

The knife maker looked up at Ling Yunche and said with a smile:

"Oh, Eunuch Ling, this is a great honor for you. Your blessing is yet to come. Don't worry, I will definitely give you a very beautiful wound. Do you want a butterfly-shaped one?"

Ling Yunche's face was gloomy. He had been hungry for a long time. Even if he wanted to resist, he no longer had the strength to get up.

Jinzhong moved a stool and sat in front of the window. The scattered sunlight sprinkled on his blue and gold-woven dragon robe. Looking up, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he smiled calmly.

He joked in a lazy and magnetic tone: "Guard Ling is mentally resolute, so he probably doesn't need wine to boost his courage. He can just drink some marijuana leaves to relieve the pain."

Ling Yunche was tied up on the kang and allowed the knife maker to take off his clothes. Pig gall, boiled eggs, and barley straw were placed next to his pillow.

The knife maker picked up the knife he had used for more than twenty years. This knife had been used to serve no less than a thousand eunuchs in the palace, and he used it very skillfully.

The only downside is that the blade is slightly curled and not as sharp.

In fact, the cleansing house had already given him a new knife, but he just liked the one he had on hand. Fortunately, Eunuch Jinzhong showed kindness today and gave him another chance to use this old knife.

"Eunuch Ling, I am very skilled. My movements are like a dance. It is an honor for you to be cleansed by me. You better watch."

The knife maker stuffed a peeled boiled egg into Ling Yunche's mouth, and then tightened the rope around his lower body.

"Swoosh" a knife rises, a knife - completely ruined

The knife maker smiled sheepishly, "Hey, I made a mistake. I'll cut it open for you slowly."

When he looked up, he found that Ling Yunche had fainted. Only his body was twitching constantly and beads of sweat the size of beans were dripping down from his head.

For some reason, Ling Yunche was drooling from the pain. Shining silver threads extended to his neck, seeming to be broken yet still connected. The knife maker felt nauseous just by looking at them.

The knife maker picked up a faded foot binding cloth that was used to wipe the knife nearby and wrapped it around Ling Yunche as a bib, then went back to cutting.

When Ling Yunche woke up from the pain, he had regained his life and became a qualified eunuch Ling.

There was no one in the room at this time. He was still tied to the kang. The severe pain made him twist his body and groan.

A pleasant male voice came from outside, "Xiao Lingzi, someone will come to help you get up and walk a few steps in a while. In a few days, I will have someone arrange a job for you."

After saying that, Jinzhong turned around gracefully. Before leaving, he threw a silver ingot to the father-in-law in the cleansing room, and asked him to take good care of Ling Yunche.

Jinzhong went out. The weather was fine. He lowered his head and smiled. The evil charm in his eyes was hard to capture. In this world, anyone who bullies Master Ling will not have a good ending.

Yikun Palace

As soon as Ruyi entered the palace, she found something wrong.

The yard was in a mess, with bottles and jars scattered from the side hall where Ke Da Ying once lived to the palace gate.

The yard was bare, with the occasional fallen leaves that had floated over from somewhere else. They had already dried up and would crumble into powder when stepped on.

Yunzhi didn't catch up to greet her, so Lingzhi directly unloaded the bag in the yard, and then told Ruyi that she and Yunzhi were going to serve Jingsi.

Ruyi was exhausted, hunched over and sat on a stone bench in the yard and asked, "Lingzhi, what are you talking about? I'm back, so Jingsi will naturally come back to Yikun Palace."

Yunzhi had received the news in advance and had packed her own, Lingzhi's and the little princess's belongings, so the two of them quickly packed their bags.

When Jinbao came in, Ruyi was watching Lingzhi and Yunzhi leave with disappointment in her eyes.

She thought that the emperor must have seen that Lingzhi and Yunzhi were not serving her well enough, so he asked Jinbao to send a new palace maid.

So even though the yard was a mess, she remained decent.

"Jinbao, where is the new maid you brought?"

Jinbao lost the dice roll, so he accepted this task. He kept in mind the instructions of his master and Zhongge, and quickly announced the order and ran away. So he said without looking away:

"I am delivering the Emperor's decree. As a concubine, Concubine Xian has been disrespectful to the Emperor and unkind to her daughter. I order the Sixth Princess to be moved out of the Yikun Palace and Concubine Xian to be confined to the Yikun Palace for a year. She will only be given the promised share."

Jinbao's words gradually shattered the reserved and decent look on Ruyi's face. She stared, but still couldn't stop the wrinkles on her eyelids from drooping, like a belly button:

"How can the emperor confine me and take Jingsi away? Why is he doing this to me?"

Jin Bao selectively ignored Concubine Xian's question, "Concubine Xian, the emperor said that according to the promised quota, only one maid Qiu Wen and one eunuch San Bao can be left to serve you. You are the only one living in Yikun Palace, so the other palace servants must report to the Ministry of Internal Affairs immediately."

As soon as Jinbao finished speaking, more than a dozen palace maids and eunuchs ran out from the veranda carrying their bags.

They took small steps and nodded to Ruyi from a distance when they passed by her, for fear of being caught by Ruyi.

Qiuwen and Sanbao leaned against the door frame, their eyes full of reluctance. Jinbao looked at them with pity and followed them out.

Ruyi didn't want anyone to see her embarrassment and frustration, so she lifted her skirt and strode into the main hall, sitting on the dusty couch.

After feeling sad, Qiuwen decided to do her job seriously. The gate of Yiku Palace would be closed tomorrow, so she had to go and see if her master needed anything so that she could get it.

When Qiuwen came in carrying two large bags, she saw Ruyi looking sad.

The hairpin on her head was exceptionally large, so she had to use some of her stubby fingers to support the hairpin that was studded with pearls and jade, as if she was holding a pot on her head.

Qiu Wen put down her bag and prepared to sort out the remaining toys and clothes of the Twelfth Prince and the Sixth Princess in the corner.

So she spread a blanket on the ground and put the things in piles neatly. Just as she put down a pile and turned back to pick it up, Ruyi sat cross-legged on the blanket, scaring Qiuwen so much that she took a few steps back.

Qiu Wen thought that her master was heartbroken. Her biological Twelfth Prince was raised by Concubine Qing, and the Sixth Princess was taken away, so her master might cry bitterly while holding the things left behind by the Sixth Princess.

But Ruyi pouted, looking dazed. After looking for a long time, she used her armored jade hands to pick up a ball hanging on a rope on the ground.

Qiu Wen was worried that her master might faint from excessive grief, so she was about to go forward to help her, but she saw—

The master pouted and held the ball in one hand, while using the other hand to spin the ball.

This was beyond Qiu Wen's expectations. She didn't know whether she should still care about her master.

Qiu Wen asked in a low voice: "Master, the ground is cold, how about we get up?"

Ruyi turned a deaf ear and continued to spin the ball absentmindedly.

Qiu Wen was so anxious that she wanted to stamp her feet. She had almost finished cleaning up, but her master sat on the pile of things she had sorted out, making everything messy again.

The situation was at a stalemate when a shrill male voice was heard from outside:

"Tsk tsk tsk, how come the Yikun Palace is in such a mess?"

The person coming is...