The eunuch in the cold palace: You get the Nine Yang Divine Skill right from the start!

Shen Mo tossed and turned, feeling anxious and restless.

Now that things have been out in the open, how should the two of them get along? Are they even no longer friends?

Sudden.

The door creaked open.

Shen Mo turned his head and saw that Abbess Duanchen was already standing at the door. Her wet clothes clung to her body, and her face was lightly made up. At this moment, she did not look like a nun, but rather like a lady from a large family.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Duan Chen closed the door, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Nervousness, trepidation, fear, anticipation, and a touch of madness!

She sat on the edge of the bed and whispered, "Benefactor Shen, you said that only by seeing through things and letting go can one be at ease, right?"

"good."

Shen Mo nodded.

Duan Chen shook his head and retorted, "I think the order is wrong. Only after you are at ease can you see through and let go."

Shen Mo stared at the scene before him, his breathing slowing down.

Duan Chen then began to undress right in front of him.

Until finally, there was nothing left to hide.

Looking into Shen Mo's eyes, she earnestly said, "A woman adorns herself for the one she loves. Since my husband died, I have taken refuge in Buddhism. This is the first time I have dressed up. Don't you understand my feelings?"

Initially, it stemmed from curiosity—whether Shen Mo was an informant sent by the emperor to spy on them.

Later, seeing him almost lose his life to seek justice for Su Chan, and then the beautiful misunderstanding that happened, and the porridge shop's rescue, all these things lingered in my mind.

She didn't know why she would develop such unusual and inappropriate feelings for a eunuch.

But she knew she had to put an end to it!

Perhaps their chance encounter today, and the sudden downpour, were divine intervention!

"Do I have to take the initiative?"

Duan Chen bit her cherry lips and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz. She had used up all her courage to do this.

Shen Mo pulled her into his arms.

You could clearly feel Duan Chen's slightly trembling body; she was really nervous at that moment.

"Master, are you sure you want to take this step? Once you take it, there's no turning back."

Out of a sense of responsibility, Shen Mo asked one last question.

Duan Chen smiled bitterly, "Because of your mistake, there's no turning back now."

"Alright, then I won't look back."

Shen Mo made up his mind and quietly lifted the seal.

Duan Chen sensed something and exclaimed in fright, "A rat! How come you have a rat hiding on you?"

She tried to pull away, but Shen Mo held her tightly, asking in return:

"are you sure?"

"If it's not a rat, then it's... Oh my god!" Duan Chen covered his mouth, his eyes wide with shock. "You, you're a fake eunuch? No wonder I was attracted to you."

She had seen countless eunuchs, many of whom were more handsome than Shen Mo, but none of them gave her that feeling.

It turns out he wasn't a real eunuch at all, but a real man!

Shen Mo smiled faintly and asked in return, "Regretful?"

"No regrets, no complaints!"

Duan Chen shook his head firmly, but he felt even more nervous inside.

She had initially assumed that Shen Mo was a eunuch, and that it was just a matter of being paired with someone, but now... Thinking of this, her body trembled even more violently.

"very good!"

Having received the answer he wanted, Shen Mo felt no burden whatsoever, and even if he did, he would deal with it later.

.........

The rain outside the window seems to have stopped.

The same goes for inside the house.

Duan Chen asked in a hoarse voice, "Shen Mo, do you think we'll go to the eighteenth level of hell after we die?"

It's hard to imagine that the most unforgettable moment of her life was created by a fake eunuch.

This fake eunuch was even much younger than her son.

"If this is how you go to hell, then the eighteen levels of hell would be overflowing with people long ago, and there would be no room for you and me."

Shen Mo answered casually; he never believed in such things.

The idea that bad people will go to hell is just a way for bad people to comfort good people. Besides, this is a normal thing; it's just that their identities are somewhat special.

Duan Chen frowned and said worriedly, "Shen Mo, what if His Majesty discovers that you are a fake eunuch?"

"He won't find out."

With a slight thought, Shen Mo transformed back into a true eunuch, leaving Duan Chen dumbfounded. She couldn't help but remind him, "Even with this supernatural power, you still need to be extra careful!"

"Yes, Master."

After giving a perfunctory reply, Shen Mo joked, "Master, you've already experienced freedom, but have you seen through and let go of everything?"

Duan Chen shook his head in shame.

She was so focused on being comfortable that she couldn't see through things or let go of the past.

"We are all ordinary people, why bother to see through things and let go? What's wrong with being free and at ease?"

Shen Mo gave a dismissive reply.

How many people in this world can truly achieve this? Especially someone who has already died once; he should be pursuing freedom even more.

Duan Chen nodded in agreement and said, "After this experience, my mind is clear."

"Is it just a thought?"

"You...you're so glib, you must have caused quite a bit of trouble for the Empress and Consort, right?" Duan Chen scolded, feigning anger. She couldn't help but think that if she were still in the palace, she would definitely like Shen Mo, this fake eunuch.

No wonder he became the chief eunuch at such a young age.

Shen Mo shook his head and said, "Let's not talk about palace matters once we leave the palace. If you're going to get jealous, Master, you'd better not."

"I can't be bothered with you. Just take me back to the nunnery after I've finished bathing."

"Yes, ma'am."

Duan Chen put on his clothes and left.

Shen Mo shook his head as he watched her retreating figure. Sure enough, any woman, regardless of her profession or age, would get jealous.

Half an hour later.

After bathing and changing into their newly bought clean clothes, the two returned to Suxin Nunnery.

Su Chan asked in confusion, "Senior brother, why did you come back with Shen Mo?"

"We bumped into each other at the market and came back together. I have something to give you."

Duan Chen took out the box of "Soft Cloud Crisp" rouge. Su Chan took it and exclaimed with delight, "Oh! I've heard about the new rouge being released. Senior Brother, you really understand me. Thank you so much!"

"It wasn't me, it was Benefactor Shen who gave it to you," Duan Chen answered truthfully.

Shen Mo deliberately asked, "Girl, you know it was me who sent it, aren't you going to thank me?"

"Hmph, you've never given me anything before, what's the big deal about a little box of rouge?" Su Chan said, but she stuffed it into her pocket as if it were a precious treasure.

"A tiny box? This rouge is expensive!"

The abbot arrived while the two were arguing.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Shen Mo took his leave. Duan Chen also went to the backyard. Su Chan asked in confusion, "Master, why does Senior Brother Duan Chen seem much more cheerful today?"

The abbot remained silent for a moment, then softly chanted, "Amitabha!"

In the backyard room, Duan Chen took out a letter.

Shen Mo wrote the letter alone at the inn, telling her to open it when she returned to the nunnery to be alone.

She opened the letter, which contained only a single line of poetry, not many words.

"The flower-lined path has never been swept for guests, but the humble gate is now opened for you."

She covered her face in embarrassment, feeling her cheeks burning, and quickly tore the letter into several pieces.

He thought it was a sweet talk, but it turned out to be a joke.

To be fair, the poetry and prose are as excellent as ever.

Duan Chen gazed out the window and murmured to himself, "Shen Mo, if you knew my true identity, would you still treat me the same way?"

Looking back on what happened in the past half-day, I can only describe it in four words—it feels like a dream.

If it really is a dream, then she never wants to wake up.