Famine and exile: I brought the Spirit Spring to save the entire Marquis's mansion.

That baby-like, innocent voice rang out again, very urgently.

"Who is it? Who is speaking?"

This is a private space! Who can come in?

Sang Ning became even more convinced that the sound was related to space.

Unfortunately, this space couldn't be teleported, so she quickly went out and ran back.

*

Huo Chang'an was awakened by the rumbling of his stomach.

In a panic, he began to crawl away using both hands.

Mingming has been secretly eating dirt these past few days, and her stomach is getting harder and harder. She hasn't had incontinence in a long time.

He felt he might suffocate soon.

He no longer had to be cleaned up by his mother like a rotting dead fish.

But what's going on now? My stomach feels like it's moving a lot, and it's no longer hard.

He felt nothing in his lower body, so he quickly crawled a long way out and started unzipping his pants.

"Tsk tsk, the Fourth Young Master is indeed very fast, hmm, like a... maggot."

“Maggots should be in the dung heap. I’ll help Fourth Young Master take off his pants.”

Accompanied by an evil voice, a dark figure stepped forward from behind, the tip of a knife aimed at Huo Chang'an's waistband.

Huo Chang'an reached out and grabbed it, and with a forceful movement, the knife was taken away.

"Huo Chang'an! Are you trying to murder an official? Believe me or not, I'll reunite your whole family right now!"

According to the laws of this dynasty, if a criminal attacks a police officer on the road, the officer has the right to kill him on the spot.

In the darkness, Huo Chang'an stared intently at the shadowy figure above him. Thinking of his family, he finally threw down the knife with reluctance.

Then, Li Chang stomped his foot on those bent legs.

"You maggot! Let's see what else you can do!"

"You cripple! You ugly thing!"

"What loyalty to the emperor and patriotism? He's clearly a traitor and a rebel!"

After a few kicks, Li Chang smelled a foul odor.

His expression became increasingly excited, almost distorted.

"Hahaha... This is the famous and carefree Jade-Faced Gentleman who is renowned throughout the capital! I really want all the girls in the capital to see what you look like now!"

"Didn't you used to criticize this 'noble person' for being absurd and immoral? Overestimating himself!"

"You are the Second Prince's man." Huo Chang'an suddenly understood.

That's it, that's it.

No wonder everyone says that the Second Prince repaid evil with kindness, kneeling in the palace for a day and a night before the Emperor showed mercy and spared his life.

It turned out that he wanted to avenge his past grievances and make him die in an even more humiliating way.

Two years ago, the second prince harassed a woman on the street and was beaten up by him as a local thug, so he held a grudge.

“That’s right! Fourth Young Master, please don’t blame us lackeys. We really have no choice but to obey orders,” Li Chang said lazily.

The knife was pointed at the person on the ground again.

This time, the target is the crotch.

"Fourth Young Master, you're a cripple anyway, so it doesn't matter whether you have that thing or not. Don't worry, I'll handle it perfectly well, hehe..."

Huo Chang'an was ready to seize the knife once again.

This time, he seized the knife in order to commit suicide.

He would never allow himself to become a tool for his enemies to amuse themselves.

However, the knife did not fall.

With a loud thud.

Li Factory collapsed like a mountain.

"I'm quite capable too."

The woman's low voice carried a barely perceptible hint of smugness.

One could even imagine that her eyes held a fox-like cunning.

Just like the way she and Jintang whispered to each other during the day.

At that moment, when he saw Jintang walk away in a panic, he thought she had bullied the child, but when he called Jintang over, he realized that...

Sang Ning'er, why can she be so optimistic in such a barren environment?

Is it because there are other options?

"You pervert, I'll make sure you can never do evil again!"

Sang Ning threw away the stone in her hand and found the wound on his head.

It was just swollen from being hit; the actual bleeding point was only the size of a fingernail.

"Don't kill him," Huo Chang'an quickly warned.

"No."

It was merely putting the largest silkworm into the wound.

If the toxins enter through the head, the illness will develop more quickly, within three to five days at most.

Unknowingly.

Hehe, she's so smart!

It was pitch black, and Huo Chang'an couldn't see what she was doing.

Then she came over right away.

"What's that smell? It's stinky."

Sang Ning knew immediately after she finished speaking, "Oh, should I help you?"

Huo Chang'an flung away her outstretched hand as if he had been electrocuted, his face filled with shame, anger, and embarrassment.

"No need, please go get me some clothes." He said, barely containing his desire for her to leave.

Sang Ning thought about how the old lady had repeatedly asked him if he needed to use the restroom on the way. So that's why. It seems that his lumbar spine injury was really serious.

It's likely that the fracture compressed the spinal cord, affecting the movement and sensory abilities of the lower body.

"Okay, I'll be right back."

Sang Ning went back to find some clothes, thinking that it would be better to let the old lady get up and help, since it wasn't appropriate for her to do so.

Then a sharp voice rang in my mind: "Shilang is in danger!"

She was stunned for a moment, then took off running.

"stop!"

Sang Ning snatched the knife from Huo Chang'an's hand.

"What are you doing! Did I save you so you could commit suicide? Don't you know how to respect other people's hard work?"

Why are so many of them so fond of suicide?!

Huo Chang'an lay on his back, his arms hanging limply to the ground, his eyes lifeless, and murmured, "Sang Ning'er, do you think there's any point in living for someone like me?"

Even an ant has a reason to live.

"has no meaning?"

"Have you never heard of an ant, though small, being able to breach a thousand-mile-long dike?"

Ha, that's all nonsense. In reality, ants can only be crushed and become fertilizer for the earth.

"My elder brother is resourceful and a young prodigy."

My second brother can slay a hundred men single-handedly; his spirit soars to the heavens.

My third brother is a man of outstanding talent and exceptional ability.

Only I am neither good at literature nor martial arts, I only know how to enjoy myself and amuse myself among the common people.

They can all survive, but I'm just a piece of trash, forever destined to be trash!

Huo Chang'an looked like he was laughing and crying at the same time, and said with a sorrowful sob: "I should have died the moment my brothers dragged me away, the moment my body was crippled, and the moment I saw my family being bullied and I was powerless to do anything about it."

Or even further back, he died on the night his mansion was raided.

That way, I wouldn't have to endure excruciating pain every day, nor would I have to grit my teeth and bleed with hatred, while still needing the care of my elderly mother and frail sisters-in-law.

What good is a piece of trash besides dragging others down?

In the desolate night, the boy peeled back his heart for the first time, disregarding the blood dripping from his wounds, and displayed it before others.

Sang Ning felt a pang of sadness and couldn't help but pull him into her arms.

"Huo Chang'an, do you hate him?"

"I hate them! I wish I could eat their flesh, tear their bones apart, and destroy this world!"

But in reality, he could only lie on the ground like a maggot, looking up at those ugly faces.

He gradually decayed through self-mutilation and screaming.

They could only scream in their hearts, afraid to utter a sound.

Because they were afraid of breaking the last thread of support in the hearts of their family members who were on the verge of collapse.

Sang Ning's chest was soaked with sweat; the sobs in the darkness expressed the boy's resentment and helplessness.

“You are not a good-for-nothing! None of the sons of the Huo family are bad! You once rallied a group of patriotic students to protest at the government offices and donate money for disaster relief. You once saved an innocent child from death on horseback.”

Sang Ning'er had seen his spirited side; the young man was cynical, yet righteous.

He easily captured the heart of a young girl.

"Huo Chang'an, even if Mingzhu is stuck in the mud, there will always be a day when he rises out. Live on and throw all those who wronged and humiliated you into the abyss. Let them know that even if the Huo family is beaten to death or maimed, their backbone will never be broken!"