My host is very irritable

Yan Haimei's shouting did not stop those people, and she could only watch her son being beaten.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The boards fell on Leng Fengyan's weak body one after another, making dull sounds.

Leng Fengyan was in so much pain that he could hardly breathe. His face was as pale as paper and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

His breathing became weaker and weaker, and his eyelids were so heavy that he could hardly hold up his breath.

"Son, son, don't sleep, wake up quickly..." Ye Ming and his wife's cries could not resist the exhaustion brought by the pain.

Soon, Leng Fengyan fell into a coma, his body fell limply to the ground, and there was no movement anymore.

"Chief, he fainted." A royal guard reported respectfully.

"50 boards, is that enough?" The leader asked coldly, not caring about Leng Fengyan's life or death.

"Reply, leader. We've had enough..." the royal guard thought for a moment and replied.

"Retreat." The leader waved his hand and left the cold palace first.

"Chief, he has something on him..." Someone noticed the silver bills in Leng Fengyan's arms.

"bring here."

"Yes." The man took out a stack of silver bills from Leng Fengyan's arms and quickly came to the leader.

"Chief, it's a banknote."

"Yes." The leader took it, held it in his hand and strode towards the imperial study.

Leng Fengyan, whose buttocks were beaten to pieces, lay quietly on the ground, motionless. Blood continued to flow out of his body, soon staining the messy ground red.

"Wuwuwu... Wuwuwu..." Yan Haimei's crying voice rang in Ye Ming's ears, and the tears in his eyes slid down his cheeks.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo..." The bitingly cold wind blew into the cold palace, and Leng Fengyan, who was lying on the ground, began to shiver from the cold.

"Cold...cold...cold...it hurts..." Leng Fengyan murmured a few words. He blinked hard, his eyelashes trembled a few times, and he barely opened his heavy eyelids.

The pitch-black night, coupled with the messy cold palace, made people feel terrified.

He tried several times but failed to get up, so he had to support himself with his hands on the ground and crawl into the hall.

Every movement would hurt the wound on his butt, causing Leng Fengyan so much pain that beads of cold sweat dripped onto the ground.

He had limited physical strength, and he had to lie on the ground gasping for breath after climbing a few meters.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak..." From time to time, mice passed by, and some even crawled over Leng Fengyan's body.

"Get out of here, get out of here..." Leng Fengyan collapsed as he looked at the mice running around. He slapped the ground and yelled angrily.

He was the only one here, and his shouting was only echoed by the whistling sound of the wind.

"Wuwuwu..." Leng Fengyan felt very wronged and desperate, so he lay on the ground and burst into tears.

He burst into tears, wanting to vent all his pain and grievances. He didn't know how long he cried before Leng Fengyan gradually stopped crying.

He raised his head, wiped the tears from his face, took a deep breath, and began to crawl forward.

By the time he crawled into the hall, he had no strength left as he lay down in the pile of weeds.

It was dark and he couldn't see it, but Ye Ming and his wife were following behind him and saw it clearly. There were bright red bloodstains where he crawled.

No one knew whether Leng Fengyan had fainted or fallen asleep from exhaustion. He lay motionless in the pile of weeds.

"I said, is he dead? If not, just let me know..."

Leng Fengyan heard a sharp voice when he was in a daze.

"I... I'm still alive..." These few short words took all his strength.

The eunuch in the courtyard heard his voice, and entered the hall with a bowl in hand and a handkerchief in hand. When he saw Leng Fengyan, he taunted him, "Oh! You are really lucky!"

"Here, this is your breakfast today, eat it quickly!" The little eunuch glanced at Leng Fengyan with disdain and put the bowl in his hand hard on the ground.

"Thank you, eunuch." Leng Fengyan hurriedly clasped his fists.

"Tsk!" The little eunuch rolled his eyes and said impatiently, "Remember to wash the bowl."

"Yes, father-in-law." Leng Fengyan was already starving. He picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp without caring what was in it.

After the young eunuch left with the bowl, another old eunuch came in.

"Leng Fengyan, hurry up and clean the toilet."

After he said that, he quickly left the cold palace without waiting for Leng Fengyan to answer.

Leng Fengyan punched the wall hard, then walked out the door leaning on a stick.

When he arrived, there were piles of toilets waiting for him. He gritted his teeth and walked over with difficulty.

The pungent smell made him want to vomit, but his stomach was empty and there was nothing to vomit.

When he was injured, the princes and princesses did not bother him again.

This made him secretly relieved. Since there was no medicine for the wounds on his body, he could only let them heal on their own. The wounds scabbed and cracked... over and over again, causing Leng Fengyan a lot of suffering.

Almost half a year had passed since his injury was completely healed. Summer was coming, and Leng Fengyan looked at the green leaves on the trees and felt a little happy.

He finally didn't have to suffer the cold at night, and he could also fill his stomach with leaves from the trees.

Those princes and princesses also appeared outside the cold palace one after another, and started punching and kicking Leng Fengyan when they saw him.

Leng Fengyan couldn't resist and could only grit his teeth and endure it.

This kind of life went on for several years. Ye Ming and his wife had cried so much that they had no tears left. They just watched their son suffer numbly every day.

Leng Fengyan thought that when he grew up he would be able to bully back those who bullied him, but he was too naive.

When he grew up, the princes and princesses were also accompanied by very capable guards.

Before he could resist, he was beaten by the guards and couldn't get up.

His body was very weak due to lack of nutrition over the years, and the eunuchs did not let him go.

He felt something strange in his body these days and he knew he might be sick.

He knew that he must have a heart disease. A hint of resentment flashed in his eyes. He wanted to kill those people, but he could only think about it.

He can't kill anyone because he has nothing.

Over the years, people from his mother's motherland have also sneaked into the cold palace to try to rescue him.

However, they never left the palace.

As more and more people died, their master behind the scenes realized that Leng Fengyan was just a bait, and he never sent anyone again.

Leng Fengyan is not a fool. He knows that he will not live long if those people don't come.

Now that the fish are gone, his bait is of no use.

He sat in the yard looking at the swaying weeds, feeling a sense of relief.

Even if the emperor didn't kill him, he had contracted a heart disease and would leave this world this time.