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

In this malicious world, no one will shed a tear for him, and no one will care about him.

Only mother.

His mother is his only warmth and light in this world.

Countless times when he was in so much pain that he was almost dying and wanted to just leave this cold world, all he thought was that he could not die, he had to live.

He had to grow up and become taller, and become a man who could stand in front of his mother and protect her, and shelter her from the wind and rain.

But now...

He was already very smart, and he understood a lot of things with just a few words.

It turned out that many of the sufferings he had endured since childhood were caused by his mother.

It turns out that this light that had been supporting him was never light.

Di Changyuan felt a splitting headache, and the scratches on his knees and body from the wild beasts were so painful that they almost tore him apart.

He turned around and ran away quickly, his small figure running along the long palace alley.

Keep running and running, without knowing the end, and refusing to stop.

The little girl ran after him quickly, but couldn't catch up with him. Soon, he disappeared from her sight.

And it was unknown how long Di Changyuan had been running.

It started snowing again in the winter of that year.

Snow flakes fluttered down, covering the entire palace.

It was as if the air was filled with suffocating sadness.

He couldn't run anymore.

In a dilapidated and desolate palace, with no one around, his small body was lying on the ground.

Let the snow keep falling and covering his body bit by bit.

He seemed to have fainted and lay there motionless.

The snow is falling heavier and heavier.

All I could see was the endless snow and the gray sky.

His cold and tired eyes slowly closed, and he no longer had the desire to open them.

Heavy snow fell on him, covering his eyelashes and his pale face.

At first it was a thin layer of snow, but later it became thicker and deeper.

He was almost completely buried in the snow.

With his eyes closed and almost asleep, only countless images emerged in his mind.

Di Xiaozhan and everyone else scolded him over and over again: "Bitch! You are just a little bitch! You can only crawl like a dog for me in this life!"

"It hurts, scream! Please give us mercy!"

"What's the point of a lowly slave like you living in the palace? You are simply disgracing this imperial city!"

His father, that tall and majestic man, also looked down at him and scolded him coldly:

"Don't call me father! You are just a disgrace to me!"

Even the mother who had always been kind and loving had a ferocious and fierce look on her face:

"Yuan'er, you have to stand up! You have to work hard! Your mother has worked so hard to raise you, just so that one day, you can lead your mother to success!

What kind of waste are you? I would rather cherish talents than keep waste people! "

Sentence after sentence kept pouring into his eardrums, like cold sea water rushing towards him, drowning him like a rising tide.

He lay there for two days and two nights, two whole days and two nights.

When Ning Xi and Nanny Qiong returned home, they didn't see Di Changyuan, but they didn't care.

He is often bullied by others, but he cannot die because those people will not kill him.

It's good to give him more exercise.

No one in the entire palace cared about his disappearance.

Except, that little girl.

The little girl searched the palace for a long time, and looked in all the places where Di Changyuan might go, but still couldn't find him.

It was late at night two days later when Di Changyuan was found again.

The little girl accidentally passed by an abandoned palace and saw a large square covered with a thick layer of snow.

There is a small human-shaped hill that stands out in the open space.

She ran in quickly, and kept scraping the snow with her tender white hands.

When they opened it, they saw Di Changyuan lying there, his face had turned ashen.

The skin all over his body was frozen blue and purple, as if he was just a cold corpse.

She reached out her little hand and felt his breath.

Fortunately, there was still a very faint breath.

“Wake up… wake up quickly!”

The little girl cleared all the snow for him and reached out to pull him up.

But Di Changyuan didn't react at all, as if he didn't want to wake up again or see this world again.

The little girl was too weak to move him, and she couldn't move him.

When she was about to run away to find the hidden emperor, Di Changyuan, who had been motionless, finally opened his eyes.

What a pair of eyes those are.

All that remains is the depth of stagnant water, as if no emotion or warmth can be seen anymore.

It was like a dark, deep and vast abyss ocean, without any light or brightness.

Just one look at it is like drowning in a deep sea without sunlight, unable to breathe.

He sat up and stared at the little girl with cold eyes.

"You come to help me, what is your purpose?"

The voice was also extremely cold, as if it could penetrate the human soul.

The little girl's heart trembled when she was stared at by him.

it's over...

Originally, he wanted to redeem Di Changyuan and let him know the truth.

But things seem to be getting more serious?

Di Changyuan didn't get her answer, but smiled coldly:

"It doesn't matter anymore."

No matter what the purpose is, it doesn't matter anymore.

He stood up, dragging his bruised and weak body, and walked back weakly.

Each step was difficult and laborious, but between the small figures, there seemed to be an indestructible dark force from hell.

The little girl wanted to go forward to help him, but he turned her away coldly.

He said nothing. At such a young age, no one could understand what he was thinking.

The little girl didn't dare to act rashly for a moment and could only follow him from a distance to make sure he returned to Fufeng Courtyard.

In Fufeng Courtyard, Ning Xi saw him coming back and immediately rushed over to hug him:

"Yuan'er, what happened? Who bullied you again?"

"Mother said, don't argue with them. Slaves are slaves! You have to accept your fate. You must accept your destiny..."

She didn't care how badly he was injured, didn't prepare hot water for him immediately, and just kept saying irritating words to him over and over again.

Di Changyuan smiled weakly: "Thank you for your teachings, mother."

He pushed Ning Xi away, dragged his heavy body back to the bed and lay down.

Ning Xi frowned slightly, as if she felt that he had changed, but she didn't care too much.

It’s better to have a cool temper. For an emperor, being soft is the most taboo!

Di Changyuan's small body lay quietly on the bed. The soft silk mattress seemed unable to warm his heart.

The imperial platform is hidden.

I came to look for him before but couldn't find him, so I have been looking for him all day. At this moment, Ignoring Ning Xi's objection, I came to the bedside.

Seeing Di Changyuan’s body covered in bruises, especially his little hands that were swollen from the pain.

Di Taiyin frowned slightly, immediately took his little hand and placed it to his mouth, breathing softly:

"Eleven, where have you been? Are you cold? Are you in pain?"

"It will be fine soon...soon..."

He kept blowing hot air on his hands and asked the guards to prepare a hot water bottle.

Di Changyuan's gaze fell on Di Taiyin who was lying beside the bed.

No one had ever treated him like this before, his mother just wanted him to experience the hardships of life and become the strongest and most ruthless person.

For the first time, someone cared whether he was cold or in pain.

but……

There were no more ripples in his deep eyes, only the dead silence of stagnant water.

Even his own blood relative, his own mother, could exploit him, deceive him, and manipulate him.

What exactly are that little girl and the Di Taiyin in front of him thinking?

Is the truth that you have seen necessarily the truth?

Do not……

From then on, he trusted no one but himself.