After Transmigration, Her Whole Family Are Villains

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The issue of palace maids in the palace has been resolved.

But there are still countless eunuchs.

These people are different from the palace maids.

They cannot be easily assigned elsewhere.

Ordinary people cannot use eunuchs to serve them, and they themselves are already a distinct group outside the palace, struggling to survive.

However, with so many eunuchs in the palace and not enough masters, trouble is bound to arise.

Indeed, even Lord Yan is idle.

He is not with the New Emperor, but is playing with the Little Princess.

No one thinks that Lord Yan has lost the New Emperor's favor.

It is said that on the day of the palace coup, Lord Yan's life was saved by the New Emperor.

Moreover, Lord Yan is also the godfather of the princess and the prince.

This status, who would dare to underestimate?

Mianmian once went with her godfather to a tall tower, where she felt that it was a great place to fly kites, with strong winds and ample space, ensuring the kites could soar.

She couldn't stop thinking about it, and once in the palace, she had someone make kites.

It was just the right season, with strong winds.

She dragged Brother Chong and her godfather to fly kites together.

Although there were some initial mistakes and later ones, she couldn't get the kite to fly.

But Brother Chong, seeing Mianmian in her plump little padded jacket stumbling back and forth a few times, understood the knack of flying kites and easily got the kite airborne.

At first, the kite wobbled slowly in the air, looking like it might fall at any moment, but gradually it soared higher and higher, stabilizing bit by bit. No need to run much, the kite seemed alive, flying freely in the sky.

Zi Congheng watched the kite flying in the sky and was momentarily silent.

It felt like life.

Striving to climb, stumbling, falling several times, yet rising again, stable and free, soaring as if unbound, flying steadily, with clouds protecting and winds supporting, free for a long time.

This moment was the best time to fly.

Also the most beautiful and relaxed time.

Mianmian and her godfather both looked up at the sky.

Perhaps this kite was being watched by people in many corners of the palace, a sight for all eyes.

Lord Yan looked particularly intently.

His first half of life was impoverished, his second half lowly, struggling in the palace where human life was as cheap as grass, stumbling, falling several times, nearly dying, yet finally climbing to the top, donning the red robes everyone envied, becoming the most esteemed Lord Yan in the palace.

He was handsome, with a scholarly air, tall, neither fat nor thin, perfectly fitting the aesthetic of the time.

If he were to walk out wearing a crown, he might capture the hearts of many young ladies and wives.

Due to his physical condition, Lord Yan naturally lacked masculinity, possessing a kind of soft beauty.

After the death of the previous emperor, he no longer had that obsequious demeanor, instead exuding an evil, rebellious aura.

He was half responsible for the failure of the Seventh Prince's coup.

He had succeeded.

Once serving the emperor by tasting poisons and licking shoes, not because he was a masochist, but to survive, to climb high, to live high above.

Now, with everything settled,

Jiang Er has ascended the throne, Elder Sister as the empress, yet he feels lost.

Sometimes, without a goal, it seems there's no reason to live.

It can be called confusion, or simply being idle, like the kite in the sky now, aimlessly flying, not knowing where to go.

The kite stabilized, and Cong Brother handed the string to Mianmian.

Mianmian tugged and pulled, trying to control the kite's flight.

At first, not in line with the wind direction, she tugged for a long time without moving, almost bringing the kite down again.

When she finally grasped the knack and went with the wind, the kite soared higher, flying very high, with today's strong winds even blowing off her hat.

When it reached an extremely high altitude, the kite's string suddenly snapped, and the large kite became a small dot, flying away, farther and farther, disappearing into the sky.

Mianmian only retrieved a string.

"The wind is too strong, let's come back tomorrow and fly a sturdier one," Cong Brother consoled Mianmian.

Mianmian, with a red nose from running, was still very happy, having had her fill.

"It's okay, it's said that if a kite flies away, it brings good luck for the whole year, symbolizing the removal of bad luck,"

Mianmian laughed.

"What if I deliberately loosen it?" Cong Brother asked.

"That might make it not fly, or fly a bit high and then fall right in front of you. That also has a meaning, that good luck has returned. Anyway, any meaning can be interpreted in a positive way." Mianmian thought of the slimming cream she once bought, claiming to slim the waist and enlarge the chest...

Out in the world, the function is what you make of it.

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With Mianmian around, it's always lively.

Mianmian is a storyteller, the last time she didn't finish telling the story of "The Heavenly Dragon Eight Parts."

Then, during afternoon tea, she started talking about the story of "Zheng He's Voyages to the West" with her godfather.

Eunuch Zheng He led a fleet from the capital, sailing to the Pacific and Indian Oceans, visiting over thirty countries in 28 years, making seven voyages in total.

"Beyond the Chu Kingdom, are there really over thirty countries?" Lord Yan asked curiously.

He thought the world consisted of three kingdoms, Chu, Jing, and Xi, with perhaps a few small countries in the corners, but Mianmian said there were dozens more across the sea.

"More than that, the book says Zheng He saw over thirty countries. Zheng He's voyages improved the nation's maritime technology, naval strength, stimulated economic trade, and significantly boosted economic levels, leaving a significant mark in human history. Some say Zheng He sailed to find the elixir of immortality for the emperor, but regardless of the reason, it's an event worthy of history."

Mianmian knew her family was sharp, aware she often spoke strangely, probably already noticing her peculiarities. Her family, due to her brother's influence, had automatically patched up her inconsistencies.

That evening, after Mianmian told this story, Yan Jiexi went to see the New Emperor.

"There are many eunuchs in the palace, and I want to take them to sea. Since coming to the capital, I've always lived in the palace. The walls aren't high, yet we've never ventured out. Now, letting us live outside might not be easy. Today, Mianmian told me a story, and I think I may not become Zheng He, but that's who I aspire to be. Life doesn't have to be limited by physical defects, confined to petty struggles. We too can be written in history, not just branded with the name of traitors and troublemakers."

Jiang Changtian was also troubled about the position of his third son.

Though he has ascended the throne, he doesn't need such a servant.

The status of eunuchs is oddly similar to that of consorts, relying on favor.

Making the third son an official seems inappropriate, as there have been eunuchs causing trouble in the previous dynasty, so in this one, the power of eunuchs has been greatly reduced, mainly confined to the inner court.

Moreover, the eunuchs in the palace are deeply intertwined, unlike the palace maids who still have the hope of marriage; they have no such hope, their bodies ensuring they are childless. Without something to do, their thoughts can become twisted.

Unexpectedly, the third son's vision has moved beyond the palace, the court, and the capital, wanting to venture to the vast seas, to see the wide world beyond.

Jiang Changtian thought, Mianmian's little fib must have said something again.

Previously, when she told that story, he saw Sister Xia secretly practicing some technique, mimicking a frog jump once, startling him. To avoid embarrassing Sister Xia, he quietly left, pretending not to have seen...

Now, she's convinced the third son to seek the stars and seas.

"Alright, you can go wherever you want, I support you. Choose your own people, just be safe, and come back anytime, your sister and I will always be home waiting for you, and the children are waiting for their godfather."

"Yes, I'll wait until Feng returns, attend his wedding, and then set off," Lord Yan smiled.

Suddenly having a goal, he feels rejuvenated.

"Did you heal from the fall last time? Any injuries?" Jiang Changtian asked.

"It's mostly healed, just a bit swollen on the leg," Yan Jiexi replied.

"Sit down, let me take a look. You know, I also know some medicine," Jiang Changtian said.

If it were before, Yan Jiexi wouldn't have sat down, but since he had already spoken, he was going to leave, to leave the palace, to go see the sea, to see the stars over the sea. His heart suddenly felt at ease, as if their relationship had been restored, as if they had returned to Kan'er Village. Back then, he told Jiang Er that he was leaving, going to a distant place.

He sat down, lifted the red robe covering his knees, revealing his knees, which were a bit red, with a patch of black birthmark.

"It's nothing serious anymore, see," Yan Jiexi said with a smile.

Jiang Changtian stared at them intently, pressed down with his hand, and then looked up and said, "Yes, it's fine."

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