After reading my mind, Daddy, why don't you smile?

"Go, go, go, go somewhere else, don't interfere with my business!"

The shopkeeper shouted at the old beggar who was sitting at the door with his sleeves tucked into his hands.

The old beggar kept his head down, with a clean and complete porcelain bowl in front of him, which was inconsistent with the holes in his clothes. His hair was messy, covering his entire face. He was thin, and sat on the steps with a graceful posture, which gave people a sense of a solitary branch standing on a dangerous cliff.

Only after hearing the shopkeeper's words did the old beggar show some emotion. He picked up the empty porcelain bowl, held the steps with one hand, slowly stood up, and said in a hoarse voice: "Okay, I'll leave, I'll leave now..."

The desolate and upright figure gradually walked away, his steps staggering.

The shopkeeper frowned and stared for a long while, then spat and cursed, "Bad luck!"

The street corners were all occupied by beggars, and the old beggar had nowhere to stay. If he forced his way in to "steal business", he would inevitably be beaten by the beggars. There were many footprints on the old beggar's body, and it seemed that he had been beaten many times.

Hungry and with unbearable stomach pain, the old beggar stared at the hot buns on the street, unable to take his eyes away. After a while, he mustered up the courage and stepped forward, "Okay..." However, when he opened his mouth, something seemed to be stuck in his throat.

People came and went, and the old beggar stood in front of the bun stall, standing there.

The bun stall owner sneered, then wrapped a big bun in oil paper and handed it to the old beggar impatiently, "Okay, okay, take it and eat it!"

The old beggar was slightly startled, then after a while he stretched out his hands to take it. The hands were as white as jade, completely different from his whole person. The bun stall owner was stunned when he saw this, but said nothing.

The old beggar held the steaming hot bun and thanked the owner repeatedly. His hoarse voice was choked with sobs, "Thank you... Thank you!"

The old beggar took the bun and sat down in a corner, but he didn't eat it. Instead, he wrapped it carefully and stuffed it into his arms.

Perhaps the old beggar was blessed with good luck today, for the porcelain bowl in front of him clinked twice. A handsome boy passed by, threw two copper coins into his bowl, and then jumped away.

The old beggar didn't look at the coin, but looked at the boy. Only his back was visible, but judging by his clothes and behavior, he looked like a servant of a wealthy family.

Hua Shang had rarely had the opportunity to come out since he entered the palace. This time when Master Qi You returned to visit his adoptive father's family, he went with him.

He finally had a place to spend the monthly salary he earned. In fact, it didn't matter whether he spent it or not. What was important was that when he was begging, he looked at the people passing by on the street and dreamed of being able to go shopping and have fun like those people, without worries about food and clothing. Even if it was only once, he would die without regrets. And now, his dream had come true.

While eating the sweet and sour candied haws, Hua Shang forgave the whole world.

He also forgave the brother and sister who had "bullied" him.

Because he found out that they might not have done it on purpose, they were just ignorant...

It doesn't matter if he is ignorant, as long as it is not directed at him alone.

Hua Shang estimated that it was almost time for him to go to the Jiang Mansion to pick up Young Master Qi You, so he quickened his pace.

The old beggar got some copper coins and some buns and returned home with a lot of stuff.

It was a deserted house, no one lived there, and no one knew who the owner was.

The old beggar sneaked in at night, closed the door, and went into the inner room, where a woman was lying. The old beggar's brows softened, and he found the candlestick and fire starter in the dim light and lit them.

He took out a bun from his arms and said, "Yao'er, get up. There are buns to eat!"

Unexpectedly, after he shouted, the woman on the bed did not respond.

The old beggar was startled and immediately went forward to check. When he saw the woman with her eyes closed and a dead look on her face, he was horrified and ran outside. He went to the Pixia Temple overnight and asked Master Wufa to come down.

The hairless wizard handed him a pill and a bottle of potion. He took them back and gave the pill to the woman on the bed. The woman's complexion looked better and her breathing became even.

Rescued.

The old beggar breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, but before he could completely relax, he lifted up the woman's clothes without any hesitation. He thought there would be a white breast inside, but instead he saw a black hole as big as a fist. In the black hole was rotten flesh and blood clots. As soon as it was exposed, a foul smell hit him.

The old beggar held his breath, frowned, and spilled the potion given by the Hairless Wizard.

The potion seeped into the black hole, and white smoke came out of the black hole. The rotten flesh seemed to come alive, becoming fresh and rosy.

The old beggar suddenly turned around and took out a dagger from somewhere.

The old beggar lifted up his robe, his chest was wrapped tightly with white cloth, he used a knife to cut open the cloth, inside was a patch of scaly scars, it was as if he had cut off the flesh with a knife, and then cut it again after the scab formed, day after day, until the bone was exposed in one place...

The old beggar bit the handle of the knife, endured the pain, and swung the knife towards the intact part of his chest without hesitation...

After a moment, fresh flesh and blood were filled into the black hole on the woman's chest. There was a mouth in the black hole, wriggling madly, swallowing the flesh and blood bit by bit until they merged into one.

The old beggar endured the pain and closed the woman's clothes.

Then he freed up his hands to treat his own injuries.

After an unknown amount of time, the woman on the bed moved.

She turned her head and looked at the old beggar, a hint of mockery flashing in her dark eyes.

The old beggar saw that she had woken up, and his pale face wrinkled. He then said, "You're awake? You must be hungry. There are buns to eat today..."

"Who wants to eat your broken buns!" The woman's voice sounded like an old woman, dry and hoarse, extremely unpleasant.

The old beggar sneered, "You don't have to eat, but you can just wait to starve to death!"

The woman was silent for a while, then turned her head and cursed softly, "Waste!"

The old beggar said nothing, but forced himself to stand up with the help of a chair, picked up the bun, placed it next to the woman's head, covered his chest, and walked out with difficulty.

The old beggar walked into the yard, found a step and slowly sat down, lifting up his tattered robe with his arms. He looked as dignified and majestic as before, except that before he was a prince and now he was a beggar.

A notorious beggar who broke off all ties with his biological mother.

His life was full of ups and downs, but he never thought that he would end up in a situation where he would be stabbed in the back by his biological mother and his entire family would be convicted. If it weren't for his royal brother Kuanze, his head would have been separated from his body long ago!

He had doubts about his biological mother's behavior. He even suspected that she had been replaced. However, he could not find any fault with her appearance, habits, or even behavior. He repeatedly asked the guards on duty that day, but the guard said categorically that there was nothing unusual that night and only a maid had died.

The past cannot be retrieved, and it is useless to think too much about it.