TFWYH – Chapter 814 Father-in-law’s Wish

There you have it.

The boy was already calling him “Master.”

Murong Hong couldn’t help but laugh. Pushing the silver back toward Ling Chen, he said, “Just owe me the tuition for now. You can pay it after the martial arts academy opens.”

Ling Chen’s face immediately fell.

“Then… what about the guidance?”

“Of course.” Murong Hong nodded. “Move the tables and chairs aside and perform a set of boxing for me.”

“Won’t that disturb your rest?”

“I just woke up,” Murong Hong replied. “Go ahead.”

“Yes, Master! Thank you, Master!”

Little Ling Chen was overjoyed. He hurried off to move the furniture.

…

Outside…

Tang Wan looked at Eunuch Wan’s wrinkled face, the corner of her eye twitching.

After hearing the reason for his visit, it twitched even more.

“Eunuch Wan, I’m not an imperial physician…” Tang Wan said helplessly.

So why does your emperor come to me for everything?

First it was examining corpses, then helping with childbirth, and now even conducting a virginity inspection?

Doesn’t he know I’m busy? He’s practically making me steal the imperial physicians’ jobs.

With a flattering smile, Eunuch Wan pulled Tang Wan aside and lowered his voice.

“Oh, Princess, this is Her Imperial Highness the Imperial Noble Consort’s idea. This old servant suspects… she’s planning to settle some old scores.”

There was a deep blood feud between the Empress and Su Qing.

There was no way Su Qing would simply let the Empress off.

Tang Wan understood instantly and stopped complaining.

“All right. Wait a moment. I’ll change my clothes and go with you.”

“Yes, yes, please hurry, Princess!”

Watching Tang Wan walk away, Wan Zhenxiang couldn’t help sighing inwardly.

Most women gained status because of their sons.

The Imperial Noble Consort, on the other hand, had risen because of her daughter—

And not even her biological daughter, but an adopted one.

Such incredible luck was truly rare.

“May I accompany her into the palace?” Ling Yu asked at that moment.

Wan Zhenxiang was startled, then immediately smiled so broadly that his face resembled a blooming flower.

“Lord Ling, what are you saying? If you wish to enter the palace, you may do so whenever you like. Why would you need this servant’s permission? I’m only a humble servant.”

Ever since learning Ling Yu’s true identity, Wan Zhenxiang had done nothing but curry favor with him.

He had served the Emperor his entire life.

His only wish was that, when he died, his body would remain intact so that he could be reincarnated into a better life.

People of this era were deeply superstitious.

Among eunuchs in particular, there was a widespread belief:

“One’s body, hair, and skin are gifts from one’s parents and must not be damaged.”

Losing one’s manhood was already painful enough.

But if one’s body remained incomplete after death, then upon arriving in the Underworld, the King of Hell would refuse to allow such a person to reincarnate.

Even if one somehow bribed the underworld officials and managed to be reborn, one would still become a eunuch in the next life.

Although most eunuchs were uneducated, they had been deeply influenced by the Buddhist beliefs rooted in ancient society.

They firmly believed the saying:

“Sins committed in a previous life bring suffering in this one; endure this life, and the next will be blessed.”

As a result, nearly every eunuch hoped to die with an intact body so that they could be reborn as whole men and finally enjoy a happy life.

Ling Yu, who had once been the all-powerful Nine-Thousand-Year Lord in his previous life, naturally knew all these beliefs.

Smiling faintly, he cupped his hands in salute.

“Eunuch Wan, you’re too courteous. Ever since I entered official service, you’ve shown me great kindness and taken care of me. I’ve always remembered it in my heart. One day, I will certainly repay your generosity.”

“Oh my…”

Wan Zhenxiang was an exceptionally shrewd man. His eyes lit up instantly.

“Lord Ling, this servant dares not accept such praise. Just hearing those words is enough for me. Even after I pass into the Yellow Springs, I’ll remember your kindness. Lifetime after lifetime, I would never dare forget it.”

Translated into plain language, what he meant was:

As long as you can restore my manhood, I will never betray you—even if it costs me my life.

“Thank you for your trust, Eunuch Wan,” Ling Yu replied with a knowing smile.

He understood the hidden meaning immediately.

Yet his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

Although Wan Zhenxiang had not died by his hand in his previous life, Ling Yu had stood by coldly and watched as the old eunuch became one of the countless sacrifices in the struggle among the emperor’s three sons for the throne.