But the terrified little boy seemed to have his soul separated from his body, lying blankly on the ground, staring blankly at his familiar mother.

The beautiful lady looked at the poor child and wanted to say another word of comfort, but there wasn't much time left.

The last thing the boy saw was his mother's unusually complex gaze and the hem of her gorgeous dress.

A few hours later, the little boy overheard several men jokingly saying to his mother, "Oh, isn't this our most beautiful woman in the capital, the Princess Consort of Huai? Hahaha, too bad she's going to hell with our Prince Huai!"

The boy recognized the voice; it belonged to the adjutant who always accompanied his father, and who greeted him with a warm and cheerful smile.

But now, that cheerful voice felt like a demon from hell to the boy, and hatred was slowly rising in his heart.

"Tsk tsk, what a pity!"

Another, more composed voice rang out: "Alright, His Majesty has given orders not to meddle. Now hurry up and kill her."

"Hey, wait a minute, we haven't asked her about that little brat yet! We have to nip it in the bud!" Another voice, tinged with laughter, rang out.

"Yeah, right!"

"Your Highness, tell me quickly, where is my dear nephew hiding? Otherwise, my knife won't obey me!"

"Tsk, this woman really has guts. She didn't utter a sound even after being stabbed so many times. I've never seen such a stubborn woman before."

"Fine, if we can't get anything out of her, let's just kill her."

...

The little boy, who listened from beginning to end, never heard his mother's voice; only the strong smell of blood clung firmly to his nose.

Day—Night—Day…Night. The blood rain in the capital lasted for seven days before it finally stopped, as if lamenting the injustice done to the Prince of Huai's mansion.

No one knows how a five-year-old boy managed to survive a whole week of hunger in the cellar.

No one knew that a mother, in order not to frighten her child, did not utter a sound during the enemy's abuse.

The man in the nightmare saw his mother's horrifying, scarred face, the stench of decay, and her gorgeous dress soaked in blood...

Then I saw my father's tall, headless body, and his limbs, cruelly torn apart and scattered everywhere... and the familiar, loving butler grandfather's maggot-infested corpse, Sister Flower, my grandfather, and my little cousin lying in a pool of blood...

"No! No!..." The man struggled painfully because he had become afraid of water after that rain, water that had turned red. So later, even the most powerful eunuch had an additional weakness: he couldn't swim.