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

He turned around and stared at them coldly:

"Don't insult my mother! My mother is not that kind of person!"

"Hahaha!"

Di Xiaozhan laughed arrogantly: "You little bastard, you still lose your temper?

Your mother is! She is a despicable person!"

"Yes, my mother also taught me that when I grow up I should stay away from those lowly slaves of yours!"

"Slaves are the worst and dirtiest people in the world. They only have bad ideas in their heads every day!"

"Your mother is a bitch! Your mother is a bitch!"

Many little boys also joined in the fun.

They have always been pampered and are arrogant in their bones.

One insult after another kept coming into the little boy's eardrums along with the north wind.

His red, frozen hands were clenched into fists, staring at all of them:

"Stop talking! Stop insulting my mother!"

"So what if I insult her? I just call her a bitch, what can you do to me?"

Little Emperor Xiaozhan walked forward arrogantly and pushed the little boy hard.

The little boy's weak body suddenly fell to the ground.

Di Xiaozhan stared at him arrogantly: "If you have the guts, get up and hit me! You little slave, do you have the temper to do that? Come on! Come on!"

Arrogant attitude.

The little boy who fell to the ground suddenly struggled, swung his fist, and with a "bang", hit Di Xiaozhan's face hard.

Di Xiaozhan was beaten back two steps in an instant.

The little boy pounced on him like a wolf jumping out of the snow and punched him hard several times.

"Ah! Ah! You little slave! How dare you hit this prince!"

Di Xiaozhan finally reacted and wrestled with him.

He was stronger than the little boy, and with one effort he pushed the boy to the ground.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

One after another, hard fists hit the little boy's face.

Di Xiaozhan beat him while cursing, "I told you to beat me! I told you to beat me!

Your mother is a bitch! You are a little slave!"

The little boy was almost dizzy from the beating, but he still raised his fist and swung it fiercely.

But soon others rushed over.

Some held down his arms, and some held down his legs.

The little boy was pressed into a spread-eagle position, with no ability to fight back.

Di Xiaozhan rode on him and punched him one after another.

The five-year-old boy had a tooth knocked out and his mouth was full of blood.

Di Xiaozhan was not satisfied with the beating, so he stood up and kicked the little boy hard on the head with his feet, which were clad in noble shoes.

"I told you to hit me! I told you to hit me!"

"Bitch! You are a damned bitch!"

Endless punches and kicks continued to fall on the little boy.

The little boy, who was originally like a wolf, was finally beaten into silence.

His forehead was broken, his cheeks were broken, and blood was flowing from many places.

The little boy lying on the ground had a blurry vision.

He saw the ferocious faces of all his brothers and the arrogant faces of all of them.

These... are his brothers... Are they really the brothers described in the books... who are friendly and respectful to each other...

These little princes and young masters were obviously more ruthless than the eunuchs because they were fearless.

Only when someone came over from a distance did everyone stop.

A group of people immediately shoveled the snow around and covered the little boy with it, burying him.

Then, they dispersed and returned to the yard, pretending to chat.

The eunuch who came over reported: "Crown Prince, Sixth Prince, it's time to go to the Shangshufang to study."

Everyone left happily, completely ignoring the little boy under the snow.

When Di Xiaozhan and others left, they walked past the snowy hill.

"Um……"

The little boy under the snow groaned, his ribs, leg bones and other parts were broken.

It hurts so much and it’s so cold.

Is he dying... Is there anyone who can save him...

No... no one will like him... no one will ever save him...

He has to live, he can't die...

His small, bleeding hands struggled to dig through the snow and tried to climb up.

The fingertips were rubbed by the snow and were bleeding.

But he never gave up.

Mother is still waiting for him to come back.

My mother is so pitiful. How painful it would be if I lost her too...

Yuan'er, Yuan'er, you must live well.

Yuan'er is the only person in the world who can protect his mother.

The little boy finally crawled out of the snow.

His entire body had turned red from the cold, with blood oozing from many parts of his body.

My ribs may also be broken. The slightest movement causes severe pain all over my body.

He dragged his body back step by step with great difficulty.

In order not to worry his mother, he hid behind a tree at the door for a long time.

He only entered the dilapidated courtyard when his mother and Nanny Qiong went out to look for him.

He climbed onto the cold bed with difficulty, and curled up his small body, shivering.

He slept with his head covered, not even a finger showing.

After Ning Xi and Nanny Qiong came back, they heard a very sleepy voice coming from under the quilt:

"Mother...Mammy, I'm so sleepy...I want to sleep..."

"This child..." They just thought he was tired from playing, and no one lifted the quilt to check on him.

Maybe Ning Xi saw it.

There was clearly blood on the bedside, but she didn't go over to uncover it.

Only by enduring pain and bearing humiliation can you achieve great things in the future.

Di Changyuan slept on the cold bed for a few more days.

Such beatings happened again and again.

Sometimes, before he even walked over, everyone would throw hard snowballs at him, leaving his small body covered in bruises.

Sometimes when he wanted to pick a flower for his mother, Di Xiaozhan would kick him into a bush full of thorny roses, and his whole body would be pierced by long thorns.

Sometimes he would secretly watch them reading from just a few hundred meters away, and everyone would gather around him, laughing at him and hitting him on the head with thick ancient books.

In this way, he was bullied again and again.

The little boy finally understood that they would never be his brothers.

If you are not an ordinary brother, you will definitely be friendly and respectful to your brothers.

The little hope he once had and the yearning for warmth in this world were completely wiped out.

He would never take the initiative to walk out of Fufeng Courtyard again, and would never take the initiative to approach anyone again.

He began to pick up books that others didn't want, and would sit in that dilapidated little yard for the whole day.

But just because he doesn't go doesn't mean others will let him go...

Di Xiaozhan and others were too bored in the palace.

Sometimes he suddenly discovered that someone had thrown away some unwanted clothes not far from Fufengyuan.

He walked over to pick it up, but as soon as he reached the corner, he was dragged away.

Emperor Xiaozhan said from a high position:

"Little slave, we are too bored today, come and entertain us!"

They dragged him away, bound and tangled, and dumped him in a pond in the dead of winter.

With a "plop", the bone-chilling water instantly enveloped him.