When Xiao Jiaojiao got married, the crippled king stood up and pampered her.

The imperial palace is majestic and has deep courtyards.

In this magnificent building, a remote courtyard looks particularly desolate.

The wooden door was tattered and looked like it would fall down at any moment.

There is only a small dam with a crooked tree growing on it.

In this snowy winter, there is not a single leaf.

There were only three or two low houses, covered with thick snow, as if they would collapse at any time.

At night, the five-year-old boy slept on a small wooden bed next to his mother's bed.

The bed was hard and cold, and the thin quilt covering me was already hard and not warm at all.

Cold wind blew in from time to time through the tattered and patched windows, making the house seem even colder.

The little boy was sleeping on his side, curled up, looking at the woman on the bed in confusion and asked:

“Mother…it’s so cold…why do we, the emperor’s concubines and heirs, have to live here?

I saw that the houses that the other brothers lived in were so big, and the entrance courtyard was even bigger than our entire Fufeng Courtyard... and the clothes they wore were so thick... so warm..."

His clear eyes were filled with confusion.

"Yuan'er, have you secretly gone to other palaces again?!"

Ning Xi, who was lying on the bed, suddenly sat up and came to the little boy's bed, her face full of tension:

"Didn't your mother tell you that you must never wander around and must never leave the vicinity of Fufeng Courtyard?

Those luxurious places are not places you and I should go to!"

The boy's handsome brows were tightly knitted, "Mother, why?"

His eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment: "Why can my brothers go, but I can't?"

"Yuan'er..."

Ning Xi's eyes revealed deep sadness and sorrow again.

She stroked the little boy's head lovingly, saying again and again:

"Yuan'er, we are different from them.

They were born noble, with the blood of aristocrats flowing in their veins.

And my mother...my mother is just a lowly slave maid, and you...

We are destined to be inferior to others since birth, destined to be dependent on others for the rest of our lives."

"Yuan'er, people must accept their fate and not harbor any delusions.

When you meet them, you must be respectful and never resist.

You must always remember that you are just the most despised slave son in this palace.

Slaves, forever and ever, will be slaves."

Sentence after sentence poured into the little boy's eardrums.

Children are at an age when they are rebellious. The more their parents say, the more likely they are to rebel.

At this moment, the seeds in the boy's heart had already taken root and sprouted deep in his heart.

Can people just accept their fate?

Is he destined to live such a miserable life in this life?

"Yuan'er...it's because your mother is useless..."

His mother held him in her arms, tears falling on his young face.

"It's because mother couldn't give you a good life. It's because mother brought you into this world and let you suffer..."

"Promise mother that you will never go to those palaces again, okay? Never go again..."

Countless words echoed in the boy's ears over and over again.

Even when he was sleeping on that cold bed, he was still trapped in nightmares.

It seems like I never get a good night's sleep.

When I woke up, it was still snowing heavily.

The endless heavy snow seemed to be about to crush the dilapidated house.

Doorway.

A haughty father-in-law came to deliver food.

Ning Xi looked at the vegetables in the basket, frowning:

"Eunuch Li... no meat at all..."

They were all cabbages and radishes, and some of them were of very poor quality, looking rotten at first glance.

Ning Xi gently persuaded: "It doesn't matter if I eat these, but Yuan'er is growing taller..."

"Humph!" Eunuch Li snorted coldly, looking at them with contempt in his eyes:

"The emperor has completely forgotten about you. If you want to eat meat, you have to have some skills!

Do you really think the palace has no budget for expenses? Do you want to keep supporting idle people like you?"

He was very indifferent. He pushed Ning Xi aside and strode away.

Ning Xi's frail body suddenly fell to the ground, and her hands knocked against the cold snow, turning red in an instant.

"Mother……"

The little boy immediately ran over and tried to help his mother with a worried look on his face.

He raised his head with heartache and anger, and cursed at the eunuch:

"If you don't want to give it to me, then don't give it to me. Why do you want to hurt my mother? People in the palace, do you know the rules?"

"Hey, you lowly creature, how dare you yell at me?" Eunuch Li was angry.

He always sends gifts to everyone in the cold palace, and everyone who sees him will flatter him.

He waved his hand and said, "Hit me! Teach this ignorant brat a lesson!"

"no, do not want……"

Ning Xi seemed to want to protect him.

But the four eunuchs were too strong, so they immediately dragged the little boy away, pressed him into the snow, and beat him up.

"I'll teach you to yell at Eunuch Li! I'll teach you how to behave!"

"You are a slave, and you really think you are something?"

Several people kicked the little boy hard while cursing at him.

The little boy was pressed into the cold snow and wanted to resist, but he was too small to be able to overcome four adults.

Some kicked him in the stomach, and some stepped on his hands.

Someone grabbed his hair and pressed it into the snow.

My whole body is so cold and painful...

"Mother...Father..."

He wanted their protection.

He had seen Di Xiaozhan's mother. When Di Xiaozhan was bullied, she would scold those people until they trembled in fear.

Seeing that he had a handsome brother, when he was being criticized, his tall father would protect him like a towering mountain.

But at this moment...

He was pinned there and bullied. Without a father, there would never be a mountain in front of him.

His mother even knelt down in front of that eunuch Li, begging for mercy over and over again:

"Please let him go... spare him... please... we were wrong... we were wrong... we won't dare to do it again...

Yuan'er... cry... apologize... give in..."

But even though the little boy was pressed into the snow and beaten so hard that blood flowed from his mouth, he still didn't make any sound.

In the end, the eunuchs let him go because they didn't want anyone to die.

"Hmph, let's see how long your bones can remain strong!"

When a group of people left, they even took away the radishes and cabbages.

"Yuan'er... Yuan'er..."

Ning Xi rushed over and pulled the little boy up from the snow.

His hair and clothes were disheveled, his body was covered in bruises, and blood was flowing from his mouth.

"Yuan'er... my dear Yuan'er..." Ning Xi hugged him and cried until she was hoarse:

"Mother taught you not to resist... Why didn't you listen...

Slaves should act like slaves... This is our life... Life..."

The little boy felt very painful, but the pain was not as severe as the pain that was transmitted from the eardrum to the heart.

The words that came into his eardrums made his heart feel very uncomfortable.

Are slaves supposed to behave like slaves?

Should slaves be bullied all their lives?