Song Qingshu had imagined countless possible scenarios before entering the imperial palace. He had even prepared for the possibility that his identity would be exposed the moment he entered, but this was the one thing he had never anticipated.
The Golden Snake King, renowned throughout the realm and surrounded by countless beautiful confidantes, had actually been sent to the Department of Ceremonial Affairs to be castrated? If outsiders learned of this, they would probably laugh their teeth out.
"What kind of joke is this? I'm a musician, not here to become a eunuch." Song Qingshu's face darkened as he instinctively stepped back, only to find his path already blocked from behind.
"Ordinary musicians naturally do not need to be castrated. But a musician like you, serving as part of a consort's dowry, will frequently enter and leave the inner palace. How could you not be castrated?" the man who had brought him here explained.
The old eunuch in the room was clearly used to such scenes. He gave an impatient snort. "Stop dawdling. There are people waiting behind you."
The moment he finished speaking, several eunuchs rushed over and grabbed Song Qingshu's arms, intending to tie him to the "operating table." Song Qingshu's expression changed. He had come to infiltrate the palace and investigate Murong Jingyue's whereabouts, and he was willing to make sacrifices if necessary—but sacrificing a man's most vital possession was absolutely not among them!
A few eunuchs were naturally no match for Song Qingshu. Just as he considered sending them flying and fighting his way out of the palace, inspiration struck him. He could simply use Soul Transfer to brainwash these people, making them subconsciously believe that he had already been castrated. That way, he could continue his mission.
Just as he was about to act, a