Family affection? Is it important to have rights?

In her daze, Mu Tangxi recalled her past life. The home she thought was beautiful and happy was broken and rotten when she was fifteen.

The truth that emerged was sickening.

All prosperity is like a bubble, and all feelings are lies.

After she was no longer of any use, she was ruthlessly abandoned by everyone, and even the maidservants around her left her alone.

She came alone and she left alone.

But it doesn't matter. Having grown up in an environment where people only see benefits, she doesn't seem to feel particularly uncomfortable.

Just lost.

I just don't know if the girl who grew up outside can adapt to her parents treating her like an object.

Just like when her eldest brother scratched her face, but because her eyes were a rare amber color, her father and mother still treated her as a flawed object.

Unfortunately, after that girl came, her eyeballs were gouged out and made into two pupil jades using secret methods.

Although Mu Tangxi didn't see it, he thought that the two pieces must be the most beautiful pupil jades.

Afterwards, she heard the servants' whispers and praises as she wished, and she smiled with satisfaction.

But not long after, her ears were also deafened by the girl, and her world was left with only silence.

Maybe it was because she was too cold and too lonely, she seemed unable to feel other people's emotions now.

If this was God's reward for letting her return to the age of ten, she would be happy with it.

Mu Tangxi, who was deeply trapped in a dream, had lovely blushes on both sides of her pale cheeks, her brows were relaxed, her soft hair was scattered on the bed, her skin was pale to the point of being transparent, and the color combination of white, red and black made her look like a voluntary sacrifice to the gods.

Dong Zhu's eyes were always on the young lady's every move. The more he watched, the more pitiful he felt for the young lady. No one came to care about the young lady's condition, and they all rushed to the eldest young master.

Unconsciously, Dong Zhu developed a slight desire to protect the young lady, and this subtle desire would slowly sprout and grow until it became stronger.

The young doctor looked at the ground awkwardly. He didn't quite understand why the maid kept looking at her mistress with such pity...

Ah well, maybe he got it a little bit.

So much time has passed, and no one has come to visit the young lady. The room is so eerily quiet, and he really wants to leave!

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Prime Minister Mu frowned when he received the message from his wife, but he did not lose his composure. He looked up and gently apologized to the officials around him before leaving.

When he got on the carriage, his face changed, his smile disappeared instantly, and he looked at the messenger with an oppressive look.

"Be specific!"

By the time Prime Minister Mu arrived at the mansion, he had already figured out what had happened. What he found most unacceptable was that his eldest son, whom he had high hopes for, was disfigured.

You must know that the current emperor prefers people with good looks, there is no ugly person in the court!

His mind was frantically wondering who had ruined his son's bright future.

Was it the General's Mansion? Or were they the mothers of the princes forcing him to take a position?

He got off the carriage and walked towards Feng'er's yard without stopping, completely forgetting about his daughter who had also fainted with blood all over her face as mentioned by the servant.

He strode over and hurried to check Feng'er's condition. The moment he saw her, all the hope in his heart was shattered.

Even though Feng'er had a green ointment with a fresh herbal scent on her face, he could still vaguely see the eerie white bones.

His expression immediately turned cold, and he thought calmly and rationally that his eldest son was useless, but it didn't matter, he still had two sons.

After this time, he will not let outsiders succeed again.

After his father came in, Mu Jinfeng's grievances instantly burst out, "Father! Father, my face hurts so much!"

But when Mu Jinfeng saw his father's cold and unmoved face, he vaguely realized that he had decided to give up on him.

He was the heir carefully cultivated by his father, but he knew at a glance that his father no longer cared about his future, and that he was... unimportant.

After realizing this, he forced himself to suppress the ferocious expression on his face and the tears in his eyes.

He knew that if he continued to indulge himself like this, he would drain away the last bit of affection from his father.

Mu Jinfeng can do nothing now and can only wait for his father's decision.

It was like waiting for the guillotine to fall, it was full of torment.

All he got was a few words from his father.

"You are tired, take a rest first."

[You are useless]

Mu Jinfeng's arms that were supporting his body lost strength and he fell onto the bed. He would never have power again.

His mind was extremely confused now, but he still subconsciously remembered to respond.

"Okay, Father."

He didn't know who to blame for this accident. Should he blame his sister? But he had dragged his sister out to play.

Is it his own fault? He was the one who played with the dagger.

What he hated most was the person who overturned the carriage. His uninjured hand clutched the soft bedding tightly. His father would avenge him!

My father will never let go of anyone who hurts his reputation.

And he would take the opportunity to torture him!

Mu Jinfeng's dark eyes were filled with gloom and madness. After his father left, he gasped violently, with veins bulging on his neck, looking horrifying.

But when Xu Jingshu walked into Mu Jinfeng's room again, he had a different expression on his face, completely worthy of the control of a former heir.

He raised his eyes filled with fear and sadness and looked straight at his mother.

"I'm sorry, mother. I shouldn't have spoken so loudly to you just now. I just, I just..."

He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes hiding his cold expression, but his voice trembled.

Xu Jingshu felt so distressed when she saw this that she quickly stepped forward, hugged Feng'er in her arms, and comforted her, coaxing her softly.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, mother is here."

Mu Jinfeng sighed slightly and said pitifully: "But I have no future, and my father doesn't need me anymore."

Xu Jingshu paused. The master gave up Feng'er, so who did he choose? Bai'er or Xi'er?

But maternal love still outweighs interests, and she comforts him with pity.

"No, my mother's family can arrange for you to go to the border for training, and you will have a bright future in the future!"

Mu Jinfeng curled his lips, his goal was achieved. Although he felt a little guilty, it was nothing compared to the benefits he could get!

He now felt that his mother was a bit of an eyesore, so he used his unconscious sister as an excuse.

"By the way, mother, how is my sister now?"

He pretended to suddenly remember his sister and said.

Xu Jingshu's expression froze and she looked a little embarrassed. She seemed to have forgotten about Xier who was also injured.

"Xi'er, Xi'er is fine."

Xu Jingshu replied hurriedly that since there was no emergency report from the doctor, Xier should be fine.

"I will go visit your sister now, you should have a good rest."

After saying that, Xu Jingshu left in a hurry, her back revealing a guilty conscience.

Mu Jinfeng looked at his mother's back for a long time in a gloomy manner, sneered for a while, and sympathized with his sister for a second. He realized that his mother had not asked about his sister at all after she was injured.

But it immediately turned into jealousy. Why wasn't she the one who was disfigured?

It’s no big deal for a woman to be disfigured, but he is different. He wants to be an official and inherit his father’s power!