After rebirth, I remarried the domineering 9000-year-old

Whatever the young eunuch wanted, he would give it to him if he could. If he couldn't give it to him, he would ask his father for it, which helped him a lot.

At one point, when he felt that he had almost repaid his gratitude, he wanted to follow his mother again.

Without his mother, no matter how well he ate, how well he dressed, or how high his status was, it meant nothing to him and he was like a walking corpse every day.

At that time, the young eunuch realized it and told him a story from the past.

That past event was related to a little girl. Although the young eunuch did not actually say who the little girl was, he knew it was Shen Nanxing when she was little...

At that time, the young eunuch was already the chief eunuch in charge of the Sima Jian, and was not as busy as when he was a young eunuch.

Xie Heng was a prince, and apart from his daily studies, he had plenty of free time, so he would often go to talk to him.

The young eunuch said that it was not his original intention to enter the palace to be a eunuch.

Xie Heng naturally believed this. Although he grew up in the cold palace, he also knew that eunuchs were incomplete people. If it weren't for the absolute last resort, no one would be willing to become a eunuch...

The young eunuch said that he had almost starved to death and had never thought of entering the palace to become a eunuch.

He was not originally from North Vietnam, but came to North Vietnam with his mother when he was four years old. The mother and son wanted to find a village to settle down, but the villagers thought his mother was not a good person when they saw her as a single woman with a child. No matter how much his mother begged them, even kneeling in front of them, they refused to accept them.

With no other options, his mother rented a small house in the city with him and began embroidering and selling them at the market. Fortunately, his mother was quite skilled at embroidery, and her designs always sold quickly. Besides meeting the family's daily expenses, his mother, though unable to send him to school, bought him plenty of books, paper, and pens for his self-study.

He couldn't remember much before arriving in North Vietnam, but he knew a lot of words and could even memorize some common books. He thought his family must have been well-off before, but their fortunes fell on hard times. At least self-study wasn't a problem.

Life was hard but manageable until a disaster struck.

There was a severe drought for three years, and the crops in the fields were completely gone. The people could not even get enough to eat, so where would they get the extra money to buy embroidery?

So his mother thought of taking him to the capital to find a job, thinking that the situation might be better under the emperor's rule.

However, there were starving people everywhere along the way, and countless refugees flocked to the capital, trying to find a way to survive.

The mother and son were relatively lucky and followed the crowd into the city.

Not many people in the city bought embroidery, but a few kind-hearted wealthy families set up porridge stalls in front of their doors and provided porridge to the hungry people in the city on a regular basis every day.

The mother and son tried every household, and compared to the others, the porridge provided by the Nanyang Marquisate was the thickest. Although it wasn't enough to fill them up, at least they could survive. So the mother and son found a place next to the outer wall of the Nanyang Marquisate and settled down.

Every day he queued up to get porridge, and at other times he begged. Sometimes he was lucky enough to get a steamed bun, which he would share with his mother. His mother would let him eat, and he would let her eat. They were very modest, but they had to share it evenly, otherwise they would both want to grab the smaller piece.

Even though he had a bowl of porridge every day, he was a boy after all, and he was growing up day by day. He did not eat enough for a long time, so he became pale and thin, and one day he fainted.

That day, his mother hadn't eaten a single grain of rice. She fed him all the two bowls of porridge she had. He slowly woke up, but was extremely weak. He said, "Mom, don't worry about me. After I die, you must live on..."

His mother burst into tears and held him tightly, saying that as long as she was still breathing, she would never let him starve to death! She got up and left, saying she was going to find something to eat.

The little girl appeared at this time.