The charming legitimate daughter is reborn, addicted to the abstinent prince's pampering

[Extra of Chen Zui’s previous life]

My father is a county magistrate, and a magistrate is a junior official of the seventh rank.

Although for the imperial court, the county magistrate was not even qualified to go to court, but in a county, even the powerful squire did not dare to offend the county magistrate.

The magistrate is considered to be of low rank, but precisely because the magistrate is in charge of a county, he has absolute say, and the power he holds is very powerful in the county.

Especially in ancient times when "imperial power did not extend to the county", the county magistrate could be said to be the local "local emperor".

Therefore, my father is the highest official in the county and has extraordinary power and status in the county.

With power, people's mentality will always change.

My father and mother used to respect each other as guests. In my memory, my childhood was a beautiful one, with a loving father and a filial son.

However, when he was ten years old, his father gradually changed.

Maybe it's because my mother lost her girlish charm as she got older.

Maybe it's because I'm tired of living a dull life and want to find fun for myself.

It's more likely that he lost interest in my mother over time.

Whatever the reason, he changed, and changed dramatically.

If it's just concubinage, I think it's okay. It's normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines.

But he fell in love with a brothel girl.

I have been familiar with poetry and books since I was a child, and I know that in this world, it is also very difficult for a woman in a brothel. Unless she is desperate, which girl from a good family is willing to commit herself to a brothel?

But I understand the hardships of brothel girls, but I can’t understand why my father insists on liking brothel girls?

Whenever he takes a girl from a good family as a concubine, his mother will not say anything.

But he just didn't.

He turned a deaf ear to his mother's dissuasion and even thought that my mother was nosy.

I remember the first time he spoke sternly to his mother: "What do I want to do, why do you, a woman, discipline me? I'm afraid you don't know who the head of this family is."

"There are a lot of things in the house, so you can eat and clothe yourself. If you don't know how to be your own county magistrate's wife, if you continue to dictate my affairs, be careful that I will divorce you with a divorce note."

I was standing next to my mother and heard these hurtful words clearly.

For the first time, I felt like my father was a stranger.

His mother cried and begged him not to go to a brothel and fool around with the women there. Was she harming him?

The mother said that if the father wanted to take a concubine, she could handle it herself, as long as the father was happy.

I know how sad my mother felt when she said these words.

I was only ten years old at the time. Even though I was a boy, I could understand the sadness of my mother as a woman when she said that she had taken a concubine for her husband.

My mother has always felt guilty about my father. I know why, because my mother and my father have been married for ten years and they only have one child. When I was born, my mother had a dystocia and almost died. Later, she finally gave birth to me, but her body also fell apart. The root cause of the disease is gone and she can no longer conceive.

Therefore, for ten years, I was the only child in the family.

Everyone in the world says that having many children brings happiness, but as the county magistrate is the parent of a land, he only has one child, which is too few. It is like saying that the county magistrate is an unlucky person.

All the blame and blame fell on my mother alone.

It is said that she is jealous by nature and does not allow the county magistrate to take concubines...

Once a rumor spreads, it is difficult to explain clearly.

Everyone thought that my father loved my mother, and it was because he respected her opinion that he could tolerate having only me as a child for ten years.

I used to think so too, but as I grew older, I finally discovered that my father only treated my mother with respect and nothing else.

He would not take the initiative to care about his mother, nor would he take the initiative to visit her when she was sick. It was as if her mother was just a guest in the house, polite but not close at all.

It wasn't until I learned that my father fell in love with a brothel girl that I understood what true love meant.

For that brothel woman, her father was actually willing to spend a lot of money to redeem her, and even brought her back to his home.

It wasn't until the moment I saw her that I suddenly understood something.

This woman is very beautiful, very beautiful. Although she is a brothel girl, she is not vulgar at all. She even has a noble temperament that is untainted by the mud.

From her appearance, she doesn't look like a 25-year-old woman at all, more like [-] or [-] years old.

None of this surprised me. What surprised me most was that she actually looked somewhat similar to my mother.

Especially the eyes, my mother and she both have classic almond eyes, but her eyes are exceptionally clear.

But my mother, in the ten years since she gave birth to me, her eyes have changed from those of a clear girl to lifeless.

I originally thought that my father liked this brothel girl because she looked like my mother, more like my mother when she was young.

But I realized it later.

It's not that she resembles her mother, but that her mother resembles her.

My mother was taken home as a substitute.

My father has never regarded my mother as an independent individual. When his eyes fell on the current face, all he could think about was this brothel woman.

Later, I learned that the brothel girl and her father were childhood sweethearts, and they grew up together as childhood sweethearts.

Later, due to a sudden change in the woman's family, the men in the family were sent away and the women were sold. It was also because of this that she ended up in a brothel.

Her life experience sounds very pitiful, but what does it have to do with me?

She is pitiful because of her family and has nothing to do with me or my mother.

But she didn't think so, and neither did my father.

Both of them thought it was my mother who took over the magpie's nest and took away the position that should have been the woman's.

They all agreed that if it weren't for my mother's resemblance to her, she would not be worthy of becoming the county magistrate's wife.

Now that she is sitting in the position of the county magistrate's wife, she should be grateful, obedient, and accept and treat a woman from a brothel well.

If she had sense, she should have given up her position as the county magistrate's wife instead of repeatedly blocking her.

I can understand that the brothel woman thinks this way. If she is immersed in a place like a brothel, it is only a matter of time before she has psychological problems. No matter how clean and dusted the outside is, the inside is already rotten.

What I can't accept the most is that my father actually thinks this way.

Wasn't he the one who married my mother?If he doesn't want to, can my mother still force him?

It was he who saw that my mother looked like his childhood sweetheart, so he married my mother desperately, and when he saw his childhood sweetheart again, he put all the blame on his mother.

His book made me feel like a dog, and the tall image of my father in my mind instantly collapsed. I really didn’t want to admit that I had such a shameless father.

In the entire county magistrate's house, my mother and I seemed to be the only normal people.

Everyone else sided with my father and the woman, and my mother and I were isolated.

We, mother and son, lived a very torturous life. We were not only disliked by our father, provoked by that despicable brothel girl, but also neglected by the servants in the palace.

My father always looked on with a cold eye and allowed us, mother and son, to struggle in the house.

The servants received the signal of father's indifference, and became more and more harsh towards us mother and son. They ate only the lightest food, and the occasional leftovers and rotten food were served on the table.

I was so angry that I overturned the table, grabbed the bench, and hit the servants who didn't regard my mother and me as their masters with all their strength, causing their heads to bleed.

Things got bigger.

I thought my father would make the decision for us when he saw the leftovers that smelled like swill.

But I still overestimated how cruel he was.

Unexpectedly, instead of punishing the servant, he slapped me in the face.

Call me a mad dog and an ignorant wolf.

He even called me a bastard, saying that a noble, elegant and intellectual person like himself could not give birth to an uneducated and cruel person like me. He suspected that I was born from my mother and a wild man from outside.

I was so angry that at that moment, I wanted to rush up and smash my father to death.

The mother was greatly shocked after hearing what her father said. For a woman, chastity is more important than life.

Without chastity, one might as well be dead.

My father's words were to drive my mother to death.

The moment his words came out of his mouth, all the servants around him looked at his mother with contempt and disgust.

My mother, who had always been gentle and calm, went crazy and yelled at my father for the first time, but my father turned a deaf ear. He never considered my mother's reputation when he said those words.

The woman standing aside watching the excitement had her eyes full of pride.

It seems that as long as my mother's reputation is ruined, she will no longer be qualified to comment on her origins.

She herself is a puddle of mud, and she will pull her mother into the mud and pollute her.

When I was only ten years old, I was not as sophisticated as I would be later.

What I became later was all tempered by life.

Because if I don’t become like that, I will die, I will really die.

But now I am a stupid young man, only ten years old, how much scheming can I have.

My anger was fully expressed on my face, and all my dislike for the woman came out of my mouth.

Even years later, I still remember how I insulted that woman.

"What qualifications do you have to laugh at my mother? My mother is a thousand times cleaner than a despicable woman like you. You are just a piece of shit that can be used by thousands of people. You have been played to pieces a long time ago, just like A bad guy, only a bad person like my father would be willing to accept you. What kind of pot goes with what lid? You two are a perfect match. I wish you never leave each other in your life. You will still be your whore in the next life, mine. My father is still the one who accepts junk goods."

I thought I was venting my anger on my mother's behalf, but what I got in return was my father's crazy punches and kicks, which lasted as long as a stick of incense, until I couldn't get out of bed and walk for half a month.

The dignified son of a county magistrate was left to fend for himself by demolishing his house.

In order to surprise that woman, my father also ordered his servants not to bring me food.

That's what he said at the time.

"The leftovers don't taste good? Are you flipping the table? Then you won't even be able to eat the leftovers from now on."

My father stood at the door of the demolished house and looked at me condescendingly. It was not like he was looking at his own son, but more like he was looking at a disgusting dead mouse, full of disgust and malice.

My mother knelt on the ground to plead for me, and the man snorted coldly:

"A loving mother often loses her son. The reason why he dares to speak rudely to his elders must be instigated by you, a bitch. Since you don't discipline your son well, then I will take care of it myself. Even if his bones are made of iron, I will The officer also wants to bend it for him."

The look of my mother crying bitterly was like a steel needle stabbing my heart constantly.

I want to tell my mother, don’t plead for me, don’t kneel down to this heartless and unjust man.

But I couldn't say a word, and my body was in so much pain that I couldn't move. All I could do was stare at the couple with hatred in my eyes.

When I was ten years old, the seeds of hatred were planted in my heart.

The door to the demolished house was closed, and I was alone here.

From that day on, no one came, not even my mother.

I don’t know why my mother didn’t come to see me, but with how much she cared about me, she must be trying to save me.

I take it one day at a time.

For three whole days and three nights, I didn't drink a drop of water or eat a grain of rice. If it weren't for the hatred that kept me alive, I might have died due to severe injuries and starvation.

Even if I didn't die, I would still be weak and lingering.

On the fourth day, there was a heavy rain in the sky early in the morning. The rain was very heavy. It was obviously daytime, but the sky was overcast, with lightning and thunder.

And my heart tightened into a ball, and I began to feel fear when it didn't come, and my whole body became cold.

I don't know why this is happening. I think maybe it's because of the heavy rain and the cold weather. Living is the reason why I can't hold on and am about to die.

I'm not willing to die like this. I still have a lot of things to do.

Just when I was in despair, the door to the demolished house was opened.

Immediately, two people walked in. The woman at the front was dressed in silk and satin. She was dressed very noble. Her hair was covered with jewelry. She wanted to put jewelry in all the places where she could to show her identity. Noble.

This person is none other than my father's childhood sweetheart, the brothel girl.

Behind her stood a maid, holding an umbrella in one hand and holding a hurdle in the other.

The moment they entered the demolition house, I smelled the scent of meat.

I knew that the smell of food must come from the basket in the hand of the maid.

My body's desire for food made me swallow a mouthful of saliva, but I have never been a spineless person. Even if I starve to death, I will not eat the food given by the people in front of me.

"Hey! Look at this kid, he looks like a drowned dog right now."

Her voice was very gentle, but her words were full of malice.

The maid immediately smiled.

"Madam, it looks like this biting dog is going to starve to death."

The woman sighed: "Hey! That's so pitiful."

What the maid said next really made me sick.

Just listen to her say: "Madam is still too kind. This little bastard has repeatedly spoken rudely to Madam. If it were the mistress of another family, she would have killed such an unruly thing. Who would risk it like Madam?" It’s raining heavily to deliver food.”

The maid slapped the horse's skin for a moment, which made me feel really disgusted.

But I caught the gist of her words.

mistress?

I've only been locked up in a demolition house for three days, and this lowly brothel girl has become a mistress?

What about my mother?Was he divorced and kicked out of the house?

Thinking of this possibility, I was like an ant on a hot pot wanting to see my mother immediately, but at the moment I didn't even have the strength to stand up.

The woman pretended to say to the maid: "After all, he is my husband's only son. My husband is angry when he punishes him. If there is an overnight feud between father and son, my husband must be very sad. As my wife, I will definitely help him solve his problems."

As she spoke, she ordered the maid to take out the food from the basket and put it in front of me.

It's a meatloaf, a very, very fragrant meatloaf.

I couldn't help but take a second look, but still couldn't help but eat.

The woman was very patient with me at this moment. She comforted me softly: "I advise you to eat some. If you starve yourself to death, you will never see your mother again in this life. You should be very curious about your mother." Where are you? Eat well, heal your wounds, and then go find your mother."

I really want to ask where my mother is now, but I can't speak.

The injuries on my body were still not healed, and I was starved for three days. I didn't even have the strength to speak.

I lay on the ground as if I was going to die in the next second.

The woman smiled at me, said nothing else, and left with her maid.

I couldn't understand what her malicious smile meant. If I were a few years later, I would definitely see it at a glance, but as a ten-year-old, I couldn't tell the difference at all.

They put the patties to my lips so that I could eat them with just the palm of my hand.

I don't want to eat what they have, but if I don't eat I will starve to death. I don't want to die, I want to see my mother, I want to take revenge, and repay the shame they brought me a thousand times.

In order to live, I can only eat.

The meat patty tastes very special, but the taste in the mouth is not right. It is unlike any kind of meat I have ever eaten, and it is sour.

I just thought they used the spoiled meat to make meatloaf for me. As long as there was something to eat, I no longer cared whether the food was spoiled or not.

I just want to fill my stomach, I just want to live, I just want to escape from here quickly.

They were just palm-sized patties, and I ate three of them in a row.

There are three left and I just can’t eat them.

After eating, I felt sleepy, and I indulged myself and fell asleep.

In my sleep, I saw my mother, but at this moment my mother was covered in blood and there was no intact skin on her body.

She was tied up, her tongue was cut out, and she couldn't speak a word.

I woke up suddenly from my sleep.

At this moment, it is no longer raining outside, but the weather is still gloomy.

I should have slept for a long, long time, because when I woke up, I was hungry again.

I also ate the rest of the meatloaf. After eating, I was thinking about how to get rid of that woman and how to deal with my father who was the county magistrate.

I'm just a little kid and I don't have the ability to fight against my father.

If you want to fight against him, you must obtain fame and become a greater official than him, so that you can easily move him.

Thinking of these, I have never been so eager to read a book, eager to become a high official qualified to stand in the court and attend court every day.

I thought about it for a long time, until I felt sleepy and fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, the woman appeared in front of me with her maid just like yesterday.

"Have you eaten all the meatloaf? That's right. People are like iron rice and steel. If you don't eat one meal and you feel hungry, you can't make trouble with anyone, and you can't make trouble with yourself, don't you think?"

"Look, after eating the meat pie, your whole complexion becomes brighter. If you continue like this, you will be back to your old self soon."

She looked very happy, but I saw excitement in her eyes. I didn't know what she was excited about.

She ordered someone to put today's meal in front of me again. This time it was not meat pie, but big fat meat dumplings.

"Eat quickly. Only when you are full will you have strength."

I don't like the way she smiles. It makes me feel like I'm being plotted and sends shivers down my spine.

I lowered my eyes and didn't look at her, but I didn't move the dumplings in front of me either.

She asked softly: "Why don't you eat?"

I remained silent, but the maid scolded me: "Madam, what are you asking me to say? Are you mute? You don't know how to praise me."

"Madam is kind enough to give you food. You also know how to be grateful. People who are not grateful will be struck by lightning."

Thunder struck?

It's really funny. I didn't do anything wrong, so why did I get struck by lightning?

The ones who deserve to be struck by lightning the most are my cruel father and the lowly brothel woman in front of me, not me.

Ever since I got to where I am today, I don't believe in any bullshit.

The bad guys live such a prosperous life. Isn't it because God doesn't have a good eye?

I sneered in my heart and never looked at them.

The woman pretended to be sad: "Forget it, let's go. He saw that I couldn't eat."

Yes, I did see them unable to eat. I have never seen such disgusting people.

After they left, I started eating dumplings.

The meat filling of this dumpling is exactly the same as yesterday's meat pie. Every time I take a bite, I feel very disgusted.

But in order to survive, I had to eat.

Forced myself, I ate the whole bowl of dumplings.

My current life is to eat enough, sleep enough, sleep enough and eat, and my body will get better very quickly.

They bring me food in different ways every day.

In addition to meat pies and meat dumplings, there are also meat buns, Chaos and so on.

These days lasted for half a month, and my body finally recovered.

It was also at this time that I was released.

I thought I was free, but I didn’t expect that when I saw the scene outside the demolished house, my heart would remain closed from this moment until many, many years later and until my death.

There were many people standing outside the door of the demolished house.

There was my father, his favorite green plum, and a kind of maidservant, but the most eye-catching thing was the person lying on the ground.

The man was covered in blood, and there was not a single piece of intact skin exposed.

The flesh on her arms and legs was almost shaved off, leaving only bloody bones.

When I saw her face, I froze in place.

The exact same scene as Mr. Meng appeared in front of me.

The person in front of me was my mother. She was breathing heavily with her mouth open, but there was no tongue in her mouth.

When she saw me coming out of the demolished house, she even forgot to breathe, and her bloodshot eyes were full of fear.

She wanted to hide from me, but couldn't move. She wanted to speak, but couldn't.

In just half a month, she was so tortured that she looked haggard.

Seeing this situation, I felt as if I had been struck by lightning. My steps were unsteady, my body tilted, and I leaned weakly against the door frame.

I saw my father sneer: "Aren't you very capable? Half a month ago, weren't you overturning the table and using a stool to beat the heads of the servants in the house? What's going on now?"

"Haha, I might as well tell you the truth. The meat you have been eating these days was cut from that bitch mother of yours. The person who cut her flesh was the one you injured with a stool. This is called reincarnation. No matter who God spares, all the mistakes you have made will be borne by your mother."

My stomach suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable, and I couldn't help but vomit. My hatred reached its peak at this moment.

People around me laughed at me.

The laughter stimulated all the blood in my body to rush to the top of my head. Every hair on my body seemed to stand on end. I wanted to kill someone, really wanted to kill someone.

Just then, the woman spoke.

"By the way, you probably don't know that while you were eating quietly and deliciously, your good mother was thrown outside the demolished house and watched you eat her flesh, hahahaha..."

I couldn't bear the stimulation anymore and passed out with hatred.

I don’t know how long I was unconscious, but when I regained consciousness, I smelled a strong stench, there was a sound of rejection in my ears, and there were buzzing flies flying around.

I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw were flies. Many, many flies were flying in front of my eyes.

I turned my head following the chewing sound, and what I saw was several dogs gnawing on a corpse, and that corpse was my mother.

I screamed and rolled over.

The wild dogs were frightened by my screams and ran away, but they didn't run far. They still stood in the distance and watched from a distance, waiting for opportunities.

Looking around, I was in a mass grave, surrounded by garbage and animal carcasses.

The only person who died was my mother.

Her body was hollowed out, and there were many bite marks on her face. She was so pale that she never looked back.

My whole body was shaking, and I bent down to pick up my mother.

My mother was very light at this moment. I picked her up easily and left the mass grave.

I numbly buried my mother and knelt in front of her grave all day and night, and finally passed out.

How I wish I could see my mother in my dream, but this time, my mother did not appear in my dream.

When I woke up, it was already dawn, and I thought my mother might have been reincarnated.

I prayed in my heart, hoping that my mother could be reborn into a good family, live happily all her life, and never meet a scumbag like my father again.

I kowtowed three times in front of my mother's grave, then stood up and left.

I once wanted to seek revenge against that couple, but I knew that if I went there, I would die.

I wanted to go over and report it to the official, but that bitch was an official. As the saying goes, officials protect each other. If I couldn't kill him, I might even risk my own life.

After thinking about it, I decided to get a merit degree.

At this moment, I am penniless and cannot afford to go to a private school or even buy a book.

My goal is very ambitious, but what is in front of me is to fill my stomach and ensure that I will not starve to death. Only when this is satisfied can I proceed with the next plan.

I left the county seat and headed towards Kyoto.

It is said that Kyoto is very, very prosperous. In such a prosperous place, I won’t starve to death even if I beg, right?

Later it turned out that my decision was very wise but correct.

I spent a whole year on the road.

During this year, I suffered a lot. I didn’t have enough to eat or wear warm clothes every day, and I almost froze to death in the winter. Fortunately, I survived in the end.

I came to Yong'an City.

Yong'an City is really big, and the people here are more generous than those in other cities.

Maybe it’s because the people here live a prosperous life in Kyoto. Before I came here, there were no beggars in Kyoto. After I came here, I was the only beggar.

My life of begging went very smoothly. When the owner of the steamed bun shop saw how pitiful I was, he would give me steamed buns to eat, but I would not pick them up at all.

When I see food like steamed buns, dumplings and meat pies, I remember the time when I was demolishing my house, and the scene of my mother lying outside the firewood shed covered in blood.

Not only do I not eat meat buns, I have never eaten meat.

Perhaps seeing how pitiful I was, the owner of the bun shop asked me what I wanted to eat, and I said steamed buns would be fine.

The boss thought I was embarrassed and thought I was a meat bun, so he kept stuffing it into my arms. I refused desperately, and finally the bun fell to the ground, which made the boss very unhappy and scolded me for being a bad person.

I kept apologizing to him for fear that he would hit me, but he didn't hit me. Instead, he asked me why I didn't eat meat buns.

I originally didn't plan to tell him about my life experience, but in order to survive better and to make people pity me and help me more, I finally decided to tell him about my life experience.

After hearing what happened to me, my boss yelled angrily and pitied me even more. Not only did he take care of my food and housing, but he also offered me a job.

He said that if I want revenge, I have to work hard to become stronger and become a big, big official.

He said that his son was working as a foreman in the Second Prince's Mansion, and he could help me ask his son if he could get me into the Second Prince's Mansion to do something.

I was happy, but I didn't take it too seriously.

But soon, he fulfilled his promise, and his son really brought me to the Second Prince's Mansion to feed the horses there.

My life has settled down, and after I finish feeding the horses every day, I will look for opportunities to read.

There are too many books in the second prince's mansion.

People around me say that even though the second prince is about the same age as me, he is very studious and extremely smart.

They would also tell me how the second prince turned the corner when faced with danger, and how he responded when people in the palace made things difficult for him.

I listened very carefully and kept it in mind.

The palace is a big dye vat, where conspiracies and schemes are endless.

I wrote down all the stories I heard and how I would handle the same situation myself.

My favorite book is "Sun Tzu's Art of War". I can memorize this book intact, and the strategies in it are deeply engraved in my heart.

Life in the Second Prince's Mansion was comfortable, and I grew up at a very fast speed. I only waited until I reached adulthood to take part in the scientific examination and become a celebrity in front of the emperor's palace.

By then, I will be able to kill that couple.

I have beautiful dreams and work hard for my dreams every day.

Time flies, and it has been seven years. This year, I can finally take the scientific examination.

I was extremely excited, but something unexpected happened.

Helian Kingdom and Mobei went to war. Because the soldiers of Helian Kingdom had no winter clothes to wear, the entire army of [-] soldiers was wiped out.

A big event also happened in Kyoto.

It is said that the queen's legitimate son was pushed into the lotus pond and drowned by the Gu family's legitimate daughter.

Because of this incident, the old emperor became furious and directly destroyed the nine clans of the Gu family.

People in the court hall were in panic, and people throughout Yong'an City began to feel uneasy.

The entire army of [-] soldiers at the border was wiped out, and they marched straight into Mobei.

This is not the worst, what is worse is that Nalan Kingdom is also attacking Helian Kingdom at this moment.

Helianguo was attacked from both sides and had no power to fight back.

Under such circumstances, the ambitious second prince finally rebelled.

Helianguo, which was suffering from internal and external troubles, had no way to successfully pass the imperial examination.

My expectations were dashed. If His Highness the Second Prince succeeds in his rebellion, the entire Second Prince's residence will be buried with him.

I can't do anything but pray every day that the second prince will become emperor.

It was the first time that I saw the powerful ability of the second prince so intuitively. He actually succeeded in plotting to usurp the throne.

He was so evil that he killed his father with his own hands.

I thought that as long as he sat on the throne, he would be able to hold the imperial examination immediately, but because the current national situation of Helian Kingdom is not optimistic, there is no way to distinguish the imperial examination, so he can only postpone it and concentrate on dealing with the invasion of foreign enemies.

I thought that with the second prince's ability, he would be able to successfully defeat the enemy.

But I ignored the extent of the old emperor's insanity.

In order to please Concubine Wen, he wasted money and people, causing the Helian Kingdom's national power to drop sharply.

He killed the nine clans of the Gu family, leaving Helian Kingdom with no one more suitable to lead troops in war than the Gu family.

Nalan's army attacked Yong'an City with overwhelming force.

At this moment, I knew that Helian Kingdom was doomed and there was no hope at all.

The old emperor's behavior in being fascinated by Concubine Wen was exactly the same as that of my inhuman father.

My father killed his wife and beat his own children for Qingmei.

The old emperor killed good ministers for Concubine Wen, and did not care about the people.

What I hate most are people who put the safety of the country at risk for their own selfish interests.

He also hates people who neglect their wives for the sake of degrading them.

My desire for revenge was shattered by the collapse of the Helian Kingdom.

Also due to my humble status, I was not killed, but because I was from the Second Prince's Mansion, I was eventually made a slave and had no possibility of participating in the scientific examination in my life.

I became a beggar again, wandering the streets like a zombie.

This time, no one will pity me.

I don't care about any of this. What I care about most is how the couple lives.

After the Nalan Kingdom annexed Helian, the people of the Helian Kingdom lived in dire straits and were treated as inferior to the people of the Nalan Kingdom.

I want to know if the dog man who is the county magistrate is dead.

Nalan Kingdom treats officials much more harshly than ordinary people.

Even a horse feeder like me was branded a slave just because I was in the Second Prince's Mansion. I believe that couple of bitches should have been killed, right?

Thinking of this possibility, I couldn't help but laugh.

Although I was not able to kill my enemy with my own hands, I felt relieved that my enemy was dead.

I plan to leave Yongan and live in seclusion in the mountains and forests in a place where no one knows me.

In fact, I don’t think much about living. I even think that if I die, it will be over.

But I felt that my mother didn’t want me to die young, so I decided to live.

On the day I left Yongan City, Yongan City was very lively, with people on both sides of the road.

I thought it would be difficult to squeeze through the crowd, so I stood behind the crowd and waited quietly for the crowd to disperse.

The sound of discussions from people around me penetrated my ears.

"What a good day is today? Why are there so many people?"

"It is said that someone entered the country as an official."

"What's so strange about this? He must be from Nalan Kingdom."

"No, the person entering this time is from the Helian Kingdom. I heard that he was just a seventh-grade official before. Later, the Nalan Kingdom attacked our Helian Kingdom, and he played a lot of role in it."

"It turns out he is a traitor. What is there to see in such a person?"

"We still have to take a look. We should know which treacherous ministers the Helian Kingdom owes to this situation."

I didn't dare to be interested at first, but after listening to their words, I also wanted to see what this traitor who betrayed the country looked like.

The waiting time was extremely long. After about an hour, the carriage that entered the capital and was awarded the title finally entered the city gate.

The compartment of the carriage is open, so everyone can see what the person sitting in the carriage looks like.

From a distance, I saw the carriage approaching, getting closer and closer, and I finally saw what the people on the carriage looked like.

There were three people sitting on it, a man, a woman and a six or seven-year-old child.

This is a family of three. The man looks less than 40 years old. The woman is very well-kept and looks less than thirty. She is a beautiful woman. The child is sitting between them. The picture of a harmonious and happy family of three stung me. s eyes.

I have thought about many endings for this couple, but I never imagined that they would appear in my sight in such a beautiful way.

I can't accept this fact.

Why are good people not rewarded?But the evil man is on the rise, and the family of three is happy and healthy?

He got promoted and made a fortune by betraying the country.

and I?Before he could do anything, he became a slave and lived at the bottom of society for the rest of his life.

God is so unfair.

God has no eyes at all.

At this moment, all my sanity disappeared.

The unsatisfactory life, the disillusionment of ideals, the hatred of my mother, all the emotions overwhelmed me.

I rushed forward like crazy and wanted to die together with the dog, man and woman.

But before he could get close to them, he was caught by the guards.

After eight years of not seeing each other, my appearance has changed a lot, and because of the marks on my face, it is even more difficult to tell.

They just thought I was a lunatic and didn't pay much attention to me, so they let me go.

I understand their intention.

On the first day they entered the capital, they had to pretend to be benevolent and righteous even if they were just pretending.

I was left alone and watched the carriage drift away.

I gave up my plan to leave Kyoto and wanted to stay here, waiting for the opportunity to kill the dog man and woman.

However, I couldn't find the opportunity at all.

After he entered the capital, he was named the third-grade Minister of Household Affairs. It can be said that he rose to the top in one step.

A bitch who was born in a brothel became the wife of a third-rank household minister.

As time went by, the lives of Helian people stabilized, and people gradually forgot who had surrendered to the enemy and treason.

I listened to others singing about how loving their husband and wife were and how wonderful their son was.

When their son grew up, he was the top scorer in high school and was valued by the princess and became the consort.

and I?

Less than 30 years old, I have already been tortured by life and am unconscious. I talk all day long about how my father killed my mother, how I escaped to Yong'an, and my ideals and ambitions...

Some people sympathized with him at first, but if he kept repeating himself on the repeater, he was regarded as a lunatic.

I am indeed crazy, and even more and more unconscious.

The last time I saw the couple was in a restaurant.

The three of them were eating upstairs, while I was lying downstairs, delirious from hunger.

A voice came from upstairs: "There is a beggar down there. He looks like he is going to starve to death."

"very pitiful."

Then, a fat and white dumpling was thrown down, hit me on the head, and then fell in front of my eyes.

The dumplings split open, and the meaty aroma spreads with the soup.

Smelling the aroma of meat, I remembered the scene of eating dumplings in the woodshed many years ago in order to survive.

That image was my reminder. I opened my mouth wide and roared under the trend of hatred, but I was too weak to make a sound.

My body began to twitch, spasm, struggle on the ground, and finally calmed down.

Before he died, a curse came from above his head.

"It's really unfortunate."