Two days before leaving for the hunting party '

Long after Gaoshun took his leave for the night, Jinshi sat contemplating the concoction in the silver cup. Repeatedly, he would lift it to his lips intending to drink, pause, then pull it away. More than once, Gaoshun had told him if he didn't like it he didn't have to drink it. Jinshi had always replied something along the lines of that not being an option since drinking it was part of his duty as a eunuch.

Ever since his feelings for Maomao had become completely impossible to either deny or ignore, Jinshi had been struggling more and more to drink the vile thing every night. After the night Gaoshun had reminded him the drink would eventually cause permanent impotence, Jinshi had been growing increasingly worried that the five years of consuming the drink might 've already done significant damage. What if the damage was so severe sex ended up being nothing more than a disaster of the most epic proportions?