Reborn as a eunuch, the system tells me to seduce the empress?

Chapter 13 The Eastern Depot Reopens

Su Wanning never expected that her husband would personally tidy her clothes and wipe her body.

In this world where women have to watch their husbands' expressions even before they sit down to eat.

Lin Mo bent down, wrung out a hot towel, and carefully wiped away the sweat from her body.

Her movements were clumsy; several times she wrung the handkerchief too dry, causing her skin to turn red, and Su Wanning's eyes also reddened.

"Husband, these things can be done by the maids. You are the dignified Commander of the Eastern Depot, how can you..."

"What's wrong with the Eastern Depot Commander?" Lin Mo didn't even look up, and went to change to a clean handkerchief, smiling as he said, "You are my lawfully wedded wife, husband and wife are one, what's wrong with me tidying you up a bit?"

Su Wanning bit her lower lip, unsure of what to say.

She had been married into the Lin family for three years, and Lin Mo had treated her well in the past.

But that kind of "goodness" is polite and courteous, with something always separating them.

She never dared to hope for more, after all, she had married a eunuch, and having a peaceful life was already a great blessing.

But at this moment, as Lin Mo held her shoulders and straightened her clothes, the warmth emanating from his palms made her suddenly feel that she was no longer just a "Madam of the Lin Family" tablet, but a living, breathing woman being cherished.

"Wife!" Lin Mo waved his hand in front of her eyes when he saw she hadn't spoken for a while. "What are you daydreaming about?"

Su Wanning snapped out of her daze, hurriedly lowered her head, and said in a soft voice, "I just feel... my husband treats me too well, and I don't know how to repay him."

"Repay?" Lin Mo tossed the handkerchief into the copper basin, pinched her cheek, and laughed, "You're my wife, it's only natural for me to be good to you. Why bother with formalities? If you say such things again, I'll get angry."

Su Wanning's cheeks were pinched by him, her lips pouting like a little fish, but her eyes were bright and sparkling as she nodded heavily.

After everything was ready, Su Wanning changed into a loose, moon-white ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), and simply styled her hair into a bun befitting a married woman, with a silver hairpin inserted diagonally.

When she emerged from behind the screen, Lin Mo was leaning against the bedpost, yawning listlessly.

However, when he saw Su Wanning, who had changed into a new outfit and removed her makeup, he was immediately stunned.

Su Wanning was wearing a moon-white ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress).

The moon-white dress made her skin look as smooth and lustrous as jade. Her skin, which had just been bathed, was still flushed with a light blush. Her hair was slightly damp and clung to her slender neck, making that part of her neck look even thinner and whiter.

Perhaps because she had been too rough last night, there were faint dark circles under her eyes, but her eyes were surprisingly bright, like stars washed by spring rain.

"Let's go, let's go." Lin Mo suddenly felt a dryness in his throat and took the lead in walking towards the door.

Su Wanning followed behind him, taking two steps and then letting out a muffled groan. She took very small steps and would occasionally hold her waist.

Lin Mo turned around and quickly reached out to take her arm, his tone tinged with guilt: "Wife, please slow down, there's no rush."

Su Wanning raised her head and glared at him fiercely.

The resentment in his eyes almost solidified into a tangible form.

Wasn't it because you were too rough with her last night, almost breaking her bones? And now you're pretending to be a good person?

Lin Mo blushed at her glare, coughed twice, and turned his face away, pretending he hadn't seen anything.

He tightened his grip on her arm and slowed his pace.

Just as the two were about to step out the door to have breakfast in the main hall, Su Wanning suddenly cried out "Ouch!", let go of Lin Mo's hand, and quickly walked back to the bedside.

Because Su Wanning walked too fast and aggravated her sore spot, she hissed, but ignored the pain and bent down to pick up a piece of white silk from the bedding.

The morning light shone through the window and fell on the silk, where it was dotted with red light, a crimson expanse, like a few red plum petals fallen on the snow.

Lin Mo was stunned for a moment, then realized what it was, and his expression immediately became somewhat subtle.

Su Wanning's face turned so red it was almost burning. Without looking at him, she hurriedly folded the silk handkerchief carefully, then took out a carved wooden box and carefully placed it inside as if it were some rare treasure.

After Su Wanning finished doing all this, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked up to meet Lin Mo's ambiguous smile.

"My wife, what's wrong...?"

"Don't ask!" Su Wanning said fiercely, though her ears were bright red.

When the two arrived at the main hall, a thick bowl of millet porridge and several dishes of exquisite pickles were already laid out on the table.

A plate of steamed cake and a bowl of steaming black chicken soup, with a few red goji berries floating on top, the aroma wafting straight into your nose.

Lin Mo personally ladled out a bowl of soup and placed it in front of Su Wanning.

"My lady, drink it while it's hot."

Su Wanning held the soup bowl with both hands, and through the rising steam, looked at the man beside her who was serving her food. She softly replied, "Husband, thank you."

She lowered her head and sipped her soup slowly.

The black chicken soup was simmered to perfection, the broth was rich and flavorful, and it slid down my throat, warming me up completely.

The morning light streamed through the carved window lattice, falling on her gentle profile and casting a soft halo.

As Lin Mo drank his porridge, he stole glances at her and suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of peace.

Having transmigrated to the thirteenth year of the Great Liang Dynasty, he killed countless people, his hands covered in blood, and all the civil and military officials avoided him.

He used to think that this was how his life would end.

When a eunuch wields immense power, he is feared by all while alive and reviled by all after death. He leaves behind no bloodline, no reputation, nothing at all.

But now, he has Su Wanning, and he has a real home.

This feeling is much more reassuring than being the head of the Eastern Depot.

"What are you thinking about, my husband?" Su Wanning put down her soup bowl and asked curiously when she saw him lost in thought.

"Thinking of you," Lin Mo replied without thinking.

Su Wanning's face flushed red again. She lowered her head to stir the porridge in her bowl, and the small pendant on her silver hairpin swayed gently.

After stirring it a couple of times, I couldn't resist and a little smile crept onto my face.

She had never experienced the feeling of being cherished and pampered before, even at the age of twenty.

Unbeknownst to Lin Mo, while he was serving soup to his wife, the atmosphere in the palace had already turned icy cold.

In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Empress Yu Qingli sat upright on the dragon throne, her bright yellow dragon robe making her face appear as cold as frost.

She held a memorial in her hand, her cold gaze sweeping over the faces of all the civil and military officials.

Those whose gaze fell upon her felt a chill run down their spines and lowered their heads.

"My beloved ministers," Yu Qingli spoke, her voice not loud, yet it carried clearly to every corner of the hall, each word carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"When the late Emperor was alive, he established the Eastern Depot to monitor all officials and investigate traitors. This system was in operation for many years and achieved remarkable results. Since I ascended the throne, the affairs of the Eastern Depot have been temporarily managed by the Grand Secretariat. However, it now seems that this is not a long-term solution."

She paused, and her voice turned even colder.

"By imperial decree, the Eastern Depot shall be reinstated immediately. Lin Mo, the former Director of the Eastern Depot, shall be reinstated to his original position."