The tyrant family read my heart and doted on me.

The winter in Dongcang is really hard to endure.

Dong Buhan thought so when he was three years old.

It was so cold that his whole body seemed to be frozen. His bones were stiff and unable to stretch. His feet and hands were covered with frostbite. It was so painful, itchy and uncomfortable. The thin quilt could not keep him warm. The biting cold wind blew from all directions in the west, and he was frozen like a piece of ice.

There was no charcoal fire, no hand warmer, nothing in the room.

The room was surprisingly large, surprisingly empty, and surprisingly cold.

"Your Highness, would you like to drink some hot water? It won't be so cold if you drink hot water." The five-year-old Fengqin was shivering with cold, but she still held a bowl of steaming water for Dong Buhan to drink.

But Dong Bu Han at this time was not yet called Dong Bu Han, his name was Dong Yin. Bu Han was the name he gave himself when he grew up.

Dong Yin stretched out his red and swollen little hand, took the hot water and was about to drink it when Feng Qin suddenly fainted from the cold.

Dong Yin was terrified. He rushed forward, hugged Feng Qin's body, and cried, "Feng Qin, you are my only relative. Please don't leave me, please don't leave me, okay?"

"If you leave me, my life in this world will be meaningless and hopeless."

After Dong Yin muttered a few words, he realized that Feng Qin was cold all over, like an ice cube, with no temperature at all. He hurriedly took the hot water that Dong Yin had just brought him and fed it all to Dong Yin.

After Fengqin drank the hot water, he felt much warmer and woke up.

But, the first thing he said after waking up was: "Your Highness, there is only one bowl of hot water. They won't give me any more. How can you give it to me? If I drink it, what will you drink?"

"Such a waste."

"It's not a waste. It can make you better. How can it be a waste? It's worth it." Dong Yin didn't feel sorry about it at all.

Fengqin, on the other hand, wanted to dig his throat to scoop out the hot water and give it to Dongyin to drink. But when he thought that the water might not be hot, Fengqin gave up the idea and got up, holding the bowl, ready to ask for another bowl of hot water.

Even if he was beaten, scolded, or died, he was not afraid. He must ask His Highness for another bowl of hot water.

Your Highness is so cold and has signs of coughing. Without hot water, my cold will probably get worse.

However, after Fengqin insisted on standing up, he took a few steps forward and suddenly fainted again. He was bleeding from all seven orifices and was shaking all over. It was very scary to look at.

Especially since his blood was all black, I think he must have been poisoned.

"Your Highness, the water cannot be drunk."

"Can't drink."

"poisonous."

Fengqin insisted on saying a few words and then died.

Although he was only five years old, and not old enough to understand things, it was the pain and torture that matured him. His heart was not like that of an ordinary child. He did not even close his eyes when he died, as if he was dying with his eyes open and his wishes unfulfilled.

Maybe he is still worried about Dongyin.

Dong Yin naturally understood this. He lay in front of Feng Qin's body, shaking Feng Qin's body to wake him up, and told Feng Qin not to worry about him, that he would live well and be careful.

I don’t know if the organist heard it, but the guards outside the dilapidated palace gate heard it.

The guards came when they heard the noise and saw that Fengqin was dead. They should have known best how Fengqin died, after all, the bowl of hot water in Fengqin's hand came from them. However, they acted as if they knew nothing and even cried thief.

"Your Highness, why did Fengqin suddenly die?"

"It looks like he was poisoned to death."

"You were the one who poisoned him, wasn't you?"

However, the three-year-old Dong Yin witnessed the cruelty of the deep palace for the first time, and also realized for the first time how difficult it is to live a good life.

Dong Yin denied, "It's not me, I don't know, I don't know anything."

But these guards did not listen to Dong Yin. Dong Yin wanted to find his mother to cry, but he could not find her. He was ruthlessly brought before the queen. The queen seemed to be smiling, but in fact, she condoned the servant to slap him in the face, and she even blamed the servant for the offense.

After the servant left, she reported the matter to His Majesty, who became even more disgusted with Dong Yin and even had him thrown into a haunted palace. He was not allowed to serve him and was left to fend for himself.

Dong Yin cried the whole day on the first day he arrived at the palace. No one knew if there were ghosts in the palace, but his constant crying really scared the people around him in the palace.

As a result, they were even more reluctant to get close to here.

Dong Yin stayed here alone, crying in despair, crying until he couldn't breathe. He was so hungry, so hungry that he fainted.

Before the last bit of consciousness disappeared, little Dong Yin was thinking that his father actually understood that Feng Qin's death had nothing to do with him, and he also knew that the Queen didn't like him, so she tortured him like this, but he still did as the Queen wished and treated him like this.

Ha ha ha.

What a good father he is!

Little Dong Yin was filled with despair and hatred towards the word "father".

Dong Yin fainted and thought he was going to die here. As a result, he was taken away by people outside. The emperor and the queen met him and asked him to admit his mistake.

What mistake are you admitting?

That was his mistake in poisoning his followers.

Dong Yin had never done such a thing, so he naturally denied it. Otherwise, such a stigma would follow him for the rest of his life, and his mother in the cold palace would also be implicated.

Little Dongyin understood everything, so he refused to admit it.

"I didn't poison Fengqu. I did nothing wrong. Nothing wrong."

"It's really a rotten tree that can't be carved!" His Majesty looked disappointed.

The queen hypocritically advised: "Your Majesty, please don't be angry. The little prince is rebellious and ignorant. He will be sensible when he grows up. Don't bother with a child."

"As the saying goes, a child's character can be seen at the age of three. With the way he is, you can imagine what he will be like when he grows up. If he doesn't admit his mistakes, he won't be a good person when he grows up."

"Come here, take him away and make him a servant. When he admits his mistakes, he will be restored to his status as a prince."