Chapter 173: Three in the Morning
Zheng Nianru showed faint interest; she had always disliked riding in boats, particularly the dampness over the lake. Even sitting on this seemingly safe painted boat, Zheng Nianru always felt as if she could at any moment fall into the water, with weeds tightly entangling her feet, suffocating her.
Zheng Nianru simply disliked it, so much so that she didn’t even want to sit by the window to view the lake scenery.
Fu Dong followed Zheng Nianru, also disregarding the scenery outside the window. Xing Yu, lively in nature and experiencing her first boat ride, looked around curiously.
Zheng Haoyuan called out to Yin He, giving a look to Eunuch Cang Er, who, although afraid of Yin He the "fake eunuch", feared his own Master even more.
"Eunuch Yin," Eunuch Cang Er called out to Yin He, "This cabin is small and we brought not much ice. We servants are all crammed here pointlessly; the ice has long melted. It’s better to endure and stand at the bow."
Yin He glanced inside the cabin, where Fu Dong and Xing Yu were present, but he didn’t dare compare with these two. It was said that the most important thing while staying beside their masters was to respect seniority.
Yin He pulled back the foot he was about to step in with and stood outside the cabin door, where he could always see the people inside.
Zheng Haoyuan disliked this lad, but he wasn’t idling during these times, and it wasn’t without reward. It took Lu Hu’s men a lot of time to discover that this "fake eunuch" not only had lost his memory but also had intermittent abilities and some mental issues, allowing a Little Eunuch to boss him around easily.
Zheng Nianru still felt uncomfortable as the boat swayed, and Fu Dong promptly called over Yin He. Over time, they quite accepted the fact that Yin He was particularly good at massages.
Yin He entered without a moment’s hesitation; Zheng Nianru closed her eyes and lay on the wooden bed.
Yin He had become proficient and figured out some techniques. Technique was one thing, but the preferences of the Commandery Princess mattered more. The woman on the bed disliked strong pressure; she preferred a slow and gentle touch. His fingers, carrying the pressure from his entire palm, slowly pushed from her waist, up her spine to her neck.