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

The little girl took him through the remote palace alleys, avoiding one patrol team after another.

Finally, we arrived at the back wall of Mingfei Palace.

There is a huge carved stone wall in the shape of a lotus, and looking out from inside, you can see the lush mountain scenery.

If you look in quietly from the outside, you can also see the scene inside the courtyard.

In the yard, the quiet and elegant Concubine Ming was sitting in front of a stone table, embroidering a huge landscape painting.

Young Master Ditai was currently pestering Concubine Ming, and said seriously:

"Mother, please go see the Emperor and try to persuade him.

Ask the Emperor to give my eleventh brother a better palace so that he and his mother will no longer be bullied."

Ming Fei put down the needle in her hand and stroked Di Taiyin's hair lovingly:

"Yin'er, what you want, doesn't your mother also want it?

It's a pity that in this deep palace, we can't do whatever we want."

"Even I am just one of the three thousand beauties in front of your father.

If it weren’t for the Zhou family’s background, I’m afraid you and I would be living worse than them now…”

After all, they are so tenacious and can survive.

But she and Di Taiyin were too fragile.

Di Taiyin is still young and doesn't understand these things, so he said:

"If the emperor disagrees, how about asking grandpa to build a palace for them in the palace? Or rebuilding Fufeng Courtyard is also fine."

My grandfather once said that he had nothing in abundance but a lot of money.

"You..." Ming Fei sighed helplessly.

"Yin'er, do you know what you need to rule the world?"

She patiently advised: "That is the majesty of the emperor.

The majesty of the emperor cannot be violated.

Back then, Lady Xi had no intention of gaining the emperor's favor, which was his greatest fortune, but also his greatest misfortune. "

"Everyone in the court and the world is saying that the current emperor is licentious and immoral. He has countless beauties in his harem, but he still wants to lay hands on a maid."

To everyone, it seems like a very normal thing. But in fact, those who are really in high positions are bound by rules and regulations and are watched by countless eyes.

Countless people are waiting to bring him down.

So once a mistake is made, the only thing to do is to cover it up and let the truth be buried deep in the palace as soon as possible.

Ming Fei said: “Your father deliberately left them to fend for themselves, in order to show the court officials the strictness of the hierarchy and that it must never be violated again.

Secondly, only if they disappear sufficiently, people will no longer be reminded of the mistakes made by the current emperor.

And if you help them and make them more well-known, you might end up doing them more harm."

After all, with Di Gaoqi's methods, if they really caused trouble, I'm afraid he would just get rid of them as soon as possible...

Di Taiyin's brows were tightly furrowed, revealing deep worry and displeasure:

"So just because of these so-called rules and regulations, are Eleven and the others going to have to endure this for the rest of their lives?"

"Naturally not."

Ming Fei comforted him lovingly: "When your father has firmly established his position in the government and is no longer afraid of being shaken by others, perhaps he will be able to appear in front of the public openly.

As long as he doesn't make any mistakes, he will be a prince after all, and when he reaches the age of twenty, he will be able to get his own palace, servants and attendants. "

"But before that..."

Ming Fei advised the Emperor: "You can do your best to help him. You can help him in any way you want. If you don't have enough money, come to your mother or your grandfather.

Just try to keep a low profile and be less known to others.”

Di Taiyin's handsome brows were tightly furrowed the whole time. At such a young age, it was the first time for him to digest all this.

He was only sure of one thing, that he would help Eleven and do his best to take care of his younger brother.

It was also the first time that an idea came to his mind:

"Mom, are there still many people in the world who are like Eleven, living a life of hunger and cold?"

He thought, it would be great if he could help more people.

Because of Eleven, he realized the cruelty of this world.

Because of Eleven, he wanted to be a person who could help the world.

If you can help one person, that’s it.

And then outside the wall.

The little Di Changyuan stood there, his whole body stiff.

It turns out... Concubine Ming and this Ninth Brother really wanted to help him.

It's not about establishing a good reputation as my mother said.

That young master seemed to really want to help him...

"Let's go~ I'll take you to another place~"

The little girl tugged at his hand and pulled him back.

He did not return to Fufeng Courtyard, but went to a sparsely populated forest one mile away from Fufeng Courtyard.

The woods are behind the cold palace, where countless murders often occur. It is the most gloomy place and very few people come here.

But Di Changyuan followed his mother here since he was a child, and together they went to the mountains to dig wild grass, tree roots, etc., looking for all kinds of edible food.

In Di Changyuan's memory, this forest is always filled with the scene of his mother working under the shade of trees, sweating profusely for him, or having her hands scratched by the mud.

Just today...

The little girl took him to a secluded place.

From a distance, he heard his mother chatting with Nanny Qiong.

Aunt Qiong said worriedly, "My beauty, is it really okay to do that?

Finally, there is a prince willing to help Yuan'er, and Yuan'er's life will be much better in the future.

At his age, he has suffered too much..."

"Madam Qiong, you don't understand."

Lady Xi stared at her and asked, "How much suffering have you and I endured since we entered the palace? How many difficulties have we encountered?"

Although they are often bullied now, their lives are actually much better than before.

When I was a maid, I often had to work until midnight and was exhausted.

Although I am an unpopular person now and have been left here to fend for myself, I have a lot of free time.

"But if we keep wasting time like this, will we be slaves who are looked down upon by others for the rest of our lives? Are we destined to be trampled underfoot for the rest of our lives?

Do you want to see Yuan'er grow up and live a life of dependence on others?"

"This..." Nanny Qiong frowned.

Lady Xi held her hand tightly, "Madame Qiong, you have to help me more. The sharpness of a sword comes from grinding, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.

I hope Yuan'er can be tempered to be strong and tough enough, so that he can step out of this abyss step by step in the future.

As long as he is well, you and I can improve our current situation!"

Di Changyuan's figure behind the tree had become extremely stiff, his face pale.

It was a bigger shock than what Di Taiyin had said before.

It was like being poured from head to toe by a bucket of ice water, freezing him in place.

There was only pain and disbelief in his expression.

From childhood to adulthood, as far as I can remember, my mother always said many things over and over again.

He always thought that his mother was doing this for his own good.

Even the mother in his memory was a weak woman who could be bullied by everyone, but would hold up the sky for him.

When she saw him being beaten, she would cry and kneel down to beg for help.

Seeing him hurt, she would hug him and cry until she was hoarse.

When there was no food to eat, she would take him to the forest to dig vegetables, grinding her fingers until they bled...