Your Needles Doesn't Hurt Me!
Chapter 1
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Xun er ࿔ৡ⃪꫶⃗၇͜ᩘ🦋͜ᩘ၇⃪⃖ৡ࿔
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Xun Er —
Born in a quiet village.
Sold by his own family.
Bought by the Emperor at a slave auction.
Gifted to the 1st Prince as a male concubine.
He didn’t even receive the royal Yan name.
Personality: Silent, kind, and calm like still water…
He endured insults and cruelty from other concubines with a lowered head and a soft smile.
Not out of weakness—
But because he believed suffering with dignity was still strength.
But behind those soft eyes…
Lies a secret.
He is a hidden genius in cultivation.
Training in secret at night, he dreams of leaving the Wano Dynasty…
To roam the world freely—unseen, untouched, unowned.
The 1st Prince of Wano.
First Prince of the Wano Dynasty.
Sent to war at age 14.
Crushed entire clans.
Defeated full dynasties.
Personality: Cold. Aggressive. Possessive. Obsessive.
A genius of war. A tyrant in peace.
He despised weakness and never once acknowledged Xun Er.
To him, the boy was furniture—no more, no less.
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Hey guys 👋
Yesss I’m back with a new story 😅
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I know I haven’t finished the last one
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But THIS is a short one—60 chapters max,
(Edited (8th oct): 80 chapters maybe 🤔)
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Laugh a little 🤡
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Chapter 2
Night fell hard over the Wano Dynasty, but the city refused to sleep.
Beneath the heavy glow of red lanterns, the marketplace was wild and alive —
Sizzling skewers popping on open grills, perfume-smelling smoke rising from street altars, drunkards laughing like idiots as flute music curled through the air.
Vendors shouted louder than their customers, hawking tiger balm and rabbit meat, while women haggled over silk like their lives depended on it. Kids chased dogs. Someone was definitely pickpocketing someone.
And cutting through it all like a shadow dipped in ink — a figure in black robes, face hidden beneath a smooth silver mask.
In his gloved hand? A crumpled wanted poster, the ink smudged where fingers gripped too tightly.
Wano. The golden toilet bowl of the East. On the outside, glitter and fireworks. On the inside? Filth dressed in royal robes. (ب_ب)
The imperial clan calls themselves “Kinzoku” — means steel, they say. Strong, unbending. Pfft. Please. It’s just a family of narcissistic maniacs who never learned how to wipe their own asses without a servant doing it.(눈‸눈)
The Emperor? Old, wrinkly, and scarily wise. Honestly, if he weren’t stuck playing god in a palace, he could’ve been a cool old man in some teahouse telling stories. He actually gives a damn about justice — which is why nobody listens to him anymore.
Then there’s the Queen — that venomous porcelain doll. Always smiling like a saint, but she’s plotting harder than a palace snake on caffeine. Her precious little baby boy is softer than boiled tofu. Can’t hold a sword, can’t hold his piss, but somehow she thinks he should sit on the throne. Delusional much?
Then there’s the illegitimate son. Born from a maid and now shoved into the corner like a stain on white silk. And finally…
The First Prince. The Demon of the North. The man who razed border cities for fun. He drinks blood like it’s cherry wine. He’s fire and steel and wrath in human skin. They say his smile means death is near. And guess what?
I was married off to him. As a gift. Wrapped in red silk and humiliation.
He never touched me — not even a look on our wedding night. Just barked, “Stay out of my sight,” like I was a cursed dog.
When he did speak? It was to insult. When he did look? It was pure disgust. Like I’d contaminated his air by breathing in it.
Xun er ࿔ৡ⃪꫶⃗၇͜ᩘ🦋͜ᩘ၇⃪⃖ৡ࿔
My name is Xun Er.
Entered a room. Dusty. Cold. Familiar.
He lit a candle with a flick of the match, then stared into the cracked bronze mirror on the wall.
His reflection stared back — pale, sharp-eyed, face half-covered.
He pulled the mask off.
Xun er ࿔ৡ⃪꫶⃗၇͜ᩘ🦋͜ᩘ၇⃪⃖ৡ࿔
**He muttered, voice cold, dry, with a bitter smile** But out there, in the streets, the alleys, the whispers? They call me the Needle of Shadows.
Xun er ࿔ৡ⃪꫶⃗၇͜ᩘ🦋͜ᩘ၇⃪⃖ৡ࿔
People think I’m some phantom doctor who appears when death knocks and stitches life back together with cursed needles and ghost hands. They don’t know it’s me. And I plan to keep it that way.
Xun er ࿔ৡ⃪꫶⃗၇͜ᩘ🦋͜ᩘ၇⃪⃖ৡ࿔
I heal. I save lives. Wear a fox mask. And yet here I am, gifted like a porcelain sex doll to the man who’s bathed in blood since he learned how to hold a blade. Isn’t fate just a kinky bitch?
He unfolded the poster again.
Eyes scanned the ink. The name. The seal.
His lips curled into something between a smirk and a snarl. ಡ ͜ ʖ ಡ
Xun er ࿔ৡ⃪꫶⃗၇͜ᩘ🦋͜ᩘ၇⃪⃖ৡ࿔
So… he’s dying now.
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Chapter 3
The black poster fluttered like a dying bird, slipping from Xun Er’s fingers, caught by the night breeze and thrown out the window into the chaos below.
He dropped onto the silk-covered bed like a ragdoll finally off-duty, one arm stretched over his face, one leg dangling off the edge like he paid rent here—which technically, he didn’t.
Xun er ࿔ৡ⃪꫶⃗၇͜ᩘ🦋͜ᩘ၇⃪⃖ৡ࿔
(Freedom... that stupid, shiny word people throw around like it's easy. Do you know what it's like to be “gifted” to a man who doesn’t even look at you unless he’s ready to throw something?)
Xun er ࿔ৡ⃪꫶⃗၇͜ᩘ🦋͜ᩘ၇⃪⃖ৡ࿔
(No? Try being a concubine in this fucked-up palace where your body is basically a receipt in a political transaction.)
Xun er ࿔ৡ⃪꫶⃗၇͜ᩘ🦋͜ᩘ၇⃪⃖ৡ࿔
(ノ｀Д´)ノ彡┻━┻
Xun er ࿔ৡ⃪꫶⃗၇͜ᩘ🦋͜ᩘ၇⃪⃖ৡ࿔
(I could escape. I could. My skills are beyond what these soft-handed nobles could imagine. But one slip, and boom—dead meat. Just another body the palace guards scrape off the stone with their glittery boots.)
Xun er ࿔ৡ⃪꫶⃗၇͜ᩘ🦋͜ᩘ၇⃪⃖ৡ࿔
(눈‸눈)
He stared at the ceiling, lips curling.
Xun er ࿔ৡ⃪꫶⃗၇͜ᩘ🦋͜ᩘ၇⃪⃖ৡ࿔
(Still... the poster didn’t lie. Xiao Yan’s dying. The almighty, legendary bastard who has turned entire armies to ash—bedridden. Poisoned. Pathetic.)
Xun er ࿔ৡ⃪꫶⃗၇͜ᩘ🦋͜ᩘ၇⃪⃖ৡ࿔
(⌐■-■)😏
Xun er ࿔ৡ⃪꫶⃗၇͜ᩘ🦋͜ᩘ၇⃪⃖ৡ࿔
(Must be the Queen. That woman’s smile is faker than the dynasty’s tax records. If he dies, I die—imperial law chains me to him like a cursed doll.) 😔😒
Xun er ࿔ৡ⃪꫶⃗၇͜ᩘ🦋͜ᩘ၇⃪⃖ৡ࿔
(But... if I play this right—if I cure him... I can write my own ticket out.)(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
Xun er ࿔ৡ⃪꫶⃗၇͜ᩘ🦋͜ᩘ၇⃪⃖ৡ࿔
So then my plan begins now! (/^-^)
—Morning outside of the 1st Prince chamber.
Morning broke over the imperial palace like a drumbeat of drama. The Queen, dressed in flowing white mourning silks and enough jewelry to choke a dragon, wailed outside the First Prince’s chambers like an opera gone wrong.
Queen.
I told you this boy needed prayers, not powders!! **she shrieked, snatching a silk handkerchief and dabbing her cheeks—dry cheeks**
Physicians bowed so low their foreheads might be permanently flat. One even looked ready to fake his own death to escape the shame.
The Emperor stood nearby, stone-faced, but even he was starting to twitch from her screeches.
Just then, a shadow sliced through the morning sun.
The crowd stilled.
From the back, cloaked in black and masked in silver, stepped a tall figure—sharp, cold, silent. The infamous Needles of Shadow.
With a practiced elegance,
Xun Er bowed. 🙏🏻
Xun er ࿔ৡ⃪꫶⃗၇͜ᩘ🦋͜ᩘ၇⃪⃖ৡ࿔
My Lord Emperor
**his voice muffled but clear** may I be granted one attempt?
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