Transmigrating into a Man's Wife: I Share the Pain with the Male Protagonist

Many people think that children do not remember things, so they often speak some "truths" in front of children without any hesitation.

But in fact, although children will not remember everything, they will remember the feeling and still understand that feeling when they grow up.

Lu Mingyun was like this. He couldn't remember who whispered, gossiped, and talked too much in his ears when he was a child, but he knew very well that those people were expressing jealousy.

Jealous that he was born to be the future owner of this marquisate.

A little child, a child who cannot recognize people and remember things, a child who cannot hold hands or walk, already has something that others will never have in their entire life.

Even without mentioning his father, his mother, the eldest princess, could leave him a large fortune, not to mention his bloodline as a royal relative.

What he had was destined to be his from birth, even if Marquis Wu'an took a concubine, even if there were two more "legitimate sons and daughters" in the mansion.

As long as Lu Mingyun is still the eldest princess's son, the position of crown prince can only be left to him. After all, the title of Marquis of Wu'an comes from the emperor's "guilt" towards the eldest princess.

Lu Mingyun understood this truth very early, so he did not reject the two extra children in the family. To him, these two children were his younger brothers and sisters, not Lin's sons and daughters.

He even liked to catch a glimpse of Lin hiding in the distance, spying on him and his two younger siblings like a bug while they played.

The better his relationship with his younger siblings, the more uncomfortable and angry Lin became.

But seeing things like this too often would be boring, and Lu Mingyun would sometimes get bored and have random thoughts.

That afternoon, Lu Mingyun was sitting in the study, supporting his chin and looking out the window. He was only a head taller than the window now, and standing to view the scenery was far less comfortable than sitting.

Mo Zhu, who was still a little boy, carefully brought in tea, then put it down and poured tea for Lu Mingyun. The sound of running water could be heard in the room.

"Mozhu." Lu Mingyun suddenly called out.

The child stopped pouring tea and asked timidly, "What's wrong, Master?"

Lu Mingyun asked without moving his eyes, "Are you from your mother's side or your father's side?"

"Ah?" The child was stunned for a moment and said, "I was chosen by the Madam."

Lu Mingyun nodded and said nothing more. The little boy glanced at him and stood aside.

After a while, Lu Mingyun suddenly sighed for some reason and said in a childish voice, "How boring."

"...Master, are you tired of studying? Do you want to go to the stables to ride horses?" the little boy suggested.

Lu Mingyun withdrew his gaze from the window, leaned back in his chair, and said with an inexplicable sense of loss, "I suddenly realized something."

"What's the matter?" Mo Zhu asked in confusion.

"I find that I don't seem to have anything of my own." Lu Mingyun replied mysteriously.

"..." Mo Zhu paused, his brain working rapidly, and then said, "How could it be, at least everything here belongs to the young master."

Lu Mingyun sat up and looked at his study. Not to mention how far it was, just take the things on the desk as an example. The paperweight, inkstone, brush, and even the desk and chair were all things left by his mother.

The yard, the stables, the horses, etc., all of these were given to him by his father.

Looking around, there was nothing in the entire mansion that belonged entirely to him.

Everything he has was given to him by others.

However, this idea was just a meaningless thought that Lu Mingyun had when he was bored, and he soon put it out of his mind.

After all, even if these things are given by others, they are his, and the feeling of using and owning them cannot be deceived.

Especially as he grew older, he was exposed to more and more things, he gradually developed his own goals, and he began to work hard to achieve them.

It was not until that nameless serious illness knocked him down that he began his long suffering.