He was the harem's "fake eunuch." Now every queen, princess, and consort calls him master.

Shao Fan had it all figured out. Top-tier massage therapist in the 21st century, reincarnated into ancient times as the heir to a wealthy household. His plan was simple: enjoy life, surround himself with wives and concubines, and never work a day harder than necessary. But before he could even taste that dream, the corrupt emperor swooped in, seized his family's fortune, and threw him into the palace—as a eunuch. Revenge seemed impossible. Castration was inevitable. Or so he thought. In the chaos of the palace examination, a clerical error spared him. He was intact. A fake eunuch in the very heart of the imperial court. The emperor was old and frail, the crown prince was a fool, and the three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines were all craving attention—and power. Shao Fan had one advantage no one else had: his hands. His massage techniques, honed over years of professional training, could soothe aches, cure insomnia, and unlock tensions that even the finest physicians couldn't touch. And the first person to notice? The Empress herself. What begins as a desperate bid for survival slowly turns into a game of whispers, silk sheets, and secret alliances. One by one, the concubines start seeking his services. The palace walls have ears, but Shao Fan has hands that speak louder than words. He didn't come to the palace to save the dynasty. He didn't come to overthrow the emperor. He came to survive—but if survival means winning over the most powerful woman in the empire, then so be it. This is a story of wit, luck, and unexpected seduction in the most dangerous court of all. No epic battles. No cultivation breakthroughs. Just a fake eunuch, a lonely empress, and a palace full of women who all want something—and he's the only one who knows exactly how to give it to them.