Inherited God-Tier Kung Fu, Now I "Serve" the Entire Harem at Night #novel #romantic #sword #voice

I transmigrated and inherited a Grandmaster's inner power. All I wanted was a quiet life in the palace. But thanks to my "special constitution," the imperial ladies decided I'm their number one cure for loneliness. I never planned to steal the Emperor's women – but apparently, that's just an unwritten rule of the court. Xu Hao transmigrated into the Great Lian Dynasty, originally aiming for the imperial exams – until a Grandmaster-level eunuch tried to possess his body. Big mistake. The possession backfired, and Xu Hao ended up inheriting every ounce of the old man's martial power – along with his official title: Personal Eunuch to the Empress. Since the identity, the cultivation, and even the salary all fell into his lap for free, he figured, why not roll with it? He shaved his head, put on the robes, and walked straight into the harem. His plan: keep his head down, sweep the floors, light the lamps, and survive. But soon, the ladies of the palace started looking at him a little too intently. "You're not quite a eunuch, but you're not quite a guard either – and that makes you dangerously interesting." The Empress calls him to her chambers for "scripture readings" at midnight. The Noble Consort claims she has a migraine and needs his "pressure point therapy." Even the forgotten concubine in the Cold Palace sends him an embroidered mandarin-duck pouch – the universal love token. That's when Xu Hao realizes: the loneliness in this dynasty runs deeper than his inner power ever will. No throne-stealing ambitions. No deadly harem scheming. Just one fake eunuch in a real palace, reluctantly becoming the emotional support system for every lonely imperial lady who crosses his path.