"Your mother has worked so hard for you all these years. If it weren't truly impossible, why would she do this?"

Aunt Wang was filled with grief, feeling that there was really no way to know what a person was thinking.

She thought her son understood everything, but she didn't realize that he did understand everything, but he just didn't want to suffer.

"You've seen how hard I've worked these past two years, how tired and exhausted I am every day, but you just won't lower your own standard of living, will you?"

This son is really selfish.

It's actually very difficult to admit this.

The old lady always told others that her son was filial and sensible, but only she knew how tired she really was.

"Mother, I've already told you that these things are necessary. When I go out to discuss articles with people, you can't expect me to dress poorly, can you?"

I am a scholar; how could I possibly work as a shop assistant, a manager, or an accountant? That would be beneath my dignity.

As for writing letters, that's even more impossible; I would never do something so shameful.

If you just hang in there a little longer, I'm sure I'll be able to in a year..."

"I can't go on anymore," Aunt Wang clutched her chest. She was exhausted, truly exhausted. "I can't go on. You should find a wife soon, I'm too tired."

When Aunt Wang returned to her room, she didn't want to care about anything anymore. She just lay down, not cooking or doing any work. She was fine with it.

Seeing his mother like this, Wang Ping was helpless and angrily returned to his study.

He had quite a few books in his study, and he always pretended to be studying hard, but the books on the bookshelves were covered in dust.

If you truly love books, why would you do this?

Why would I let the books I painstakingly bought gather dust?

Whether he was reading or thinking about something else, who knows?

Or perhaps, it's just an excuse to escape from many things.

For example, avoiding housework or going out to earn money.

For example, avoiding facing reality.

Back in his study, Wang Ping still felt it was all his mother's fault. If his mother hadn't disapproved of his relationship with Mo Lan back then, everything would have been fine with Mo Lan by his side.

He even thought that he might go back to the mountains to see if he could meet a rich young lady.

He said he would do it, and he actually went.

He didn't meet the rich girl, and he even tripped and fell. If it weren't for the village hunter who saw him, he probably would have been dead.

Even after bringing her back, Wang Ping was still unwilling to give up. He went out every day, hoping to meet a rich heiress.

In the end, we didn't meet.

Seeing her son like this, Aunt Wang was completely disappointed and no longer hoped that he would come to his senses. She would just mind her own business.

Wang Ping wanted to eat well every day when he came home, but he found there was no meat left.

Wang Ping then questioned Aunt Wang, "Mother, why isn't there any meat?"

"We're short of money and our family is almost starving. I'm thinking of selling some of your books."

Anyway, this son doesn't seem to have any interest in studying, so it's better to sell him.

Wang Ping was unwilling, but Aunt Wang didn't care and sold them all directly.

Wang Ping turned and left in a huff.

Aunt Wang didn't care; she knew she couldn't rely on this son.

After selling the books, Aunt Wang had some money and could live comfortably for a while longer.

After Wang Ping left, he thought of seeking refuge with his friends, but no one cared for him. In the end, he had no food and had to find work.

I thought I would find a job easily, but I didn't expect to run into obstacles everywhere.

No matter where he is, we don't want him.

Finally, there's one place where you can work: the docks, where you can carry sacks for people.

Earning eight coins a day, the pampered Wang Ping couldn't even carry a sack, and could only slink back home in disgrace.

Seeing her good-for-nothing son, Aunt Wang had no choice but to make him work in the fields every day from then on.

Aunt Wang suddenly felt much more relaxed.

Wang Ping felt that this was the cruelest torture in the world. He was willing to do it at first, but in the end, he stole all the silver in his house and ran away. He wanted to go somewhere else and start over.

When Aunt Wang discovered it, all the money in her house was gone.

She sat on the ground, crying her heart out.

"Oh my god, my money! This brat, how did he end up like this?"

Wang Ping took the silver and went on a lavish feast, which was gone in just two days.

He eventually became a beggar.

Being bullied and insulted.

He regretted it.

Years later, he seemed to see Mo Lan in the crowd.

At this moment, he was dressed in tattered clothes, and his leg had long been lame.

He called out to Mo Lan, "Miss Mo Lan, I am Wang Ping."

Mo Lan came out to attend the young crown prince's enthronement ceremony. The emperor was getting old and wanted to pass the throne to his son before he closed his eyes, so he could enjoy a few days of carefree life.

The emperor planned to build a thatched hut by the river and live there as a fisherman.

No one is born to be an emperor. The crown prince will always be the crown prince, which will cause a lot of trouble in the future. Only by becoming emperor now can he better govern the country. As long as he is alive, his son can come and ask questions at any time.

However, the emperor probably never imagined that he would live not just a few years, but more than twenty years.

He went from being a fisherman to an old man traveling around, and because he was so happy and relaxed, he ended up living twenty years longer. This shows how important one's mood really is.

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