Chapter 370 Don’t Be a Royal Son

Murong Di’s answer was very clear.

"Oh."

A short, dry, cold laugh escaped Murong Qi's throat.

He was not mocking Murong Di, but mocking his own fate.

He felt that he was unlucky in many things and many things did not go as he wished.

The most unsatisfactory thing among them is to become the eldest son of the royal family.

He was the eldest and the legitimate son when he was born, but his father did not make him the crown prince.

My mother is the queen mother, the mistress of the harem, but my father is estranged from her and favors other concubines.

The Queen Mother was worried about his unstable position, so she pushed him to make progress and become the best.

It’s a pity that not everyone is gifted when it comes to studying.

The third son Murong Di was extremely intelligent, and the second son Murong Li was also very responsive when he was not asleep, which made him, the eldest son, look mediocre and incompetent.

His mother forced him to memorize and copy books, and repeatedly checked his homework. If she found any dissatisfaction, she would make him rewrite it.

The Queen Mother wanted him to be perfect, and everything he did must be perfect.

It is cruel to pursue perfection in a person with ordinary talents.

Murong Qi recalled his childhood, and all he saw were candles shedding tears at night, endless homework, and a mother who would never be satisfied with him.

When the queen mother was dissatisfied, she would severely punish the eunuchs and palace maids around him.

The people who served him were always trembling with fear, not knowing when they would be punished.

He is a prince, enjoying wealth and glory, and never has to worry about his livelihood for the rest of his life.

But even a prince who is rich and powerful has things that he cannot obtain.

He saw the young eunuchs lying in the grass catching crickets and grasshoppers, and they would be happy for half a day if they caught one.

Murong Qi also went to catch it once with the eunuchs.

He still can't forget the time when they, still small, lay on the edge of the grass with their heads buried in the green. The small grass became as mysterious and vast as a forest.

No schoolwork, no tutor, no queen mother.

Deep in the grass where light and shadow intertwined, there was only a cricket wearing dark brown armor lying on the grass stem.

Crickets jump and fly in the grass.

Murong Qi had learned from a book about the Peng bird spreading its wings. It was said that the Peng bird was so big that it covered the sky and the sun, soaring in the sky, covering tens of thousands of miles a day.

But Murong Qi didn't understand why the book required everyone to be like a peng bird flying in the sky?

Why not be a cricket in the grass? It can jump, it can fly, its body lighter than a sparrow.

The young eunuch helped him catch a cricket.

Murong Qi was so happy that it seemed as if all the priceless pens, ink, paper and inkstone in his study were not as valuable as this cricket.

Then, they took Cricket back to the study and saw the cold faces of their mother and nanny.

The Queen Mother gave the young eunuch fifty strokes of the cane.

Murong Qi's plea was useless and he could only watch blankly from the side.

When he counted to the forty-second stroke, the eunuch stopped moving and the cricket was stepped on to death.

The Queen Mother said to him:

"Go back to the study and study."

From that day on, whenever he read the teachings of the saints, he felt only disgusted.

The sages say that a gentleman is a man of integrity, but why should everyone be a gentleman? Why should everyone imitate their ideas and live by their words?

When he saw those black and white papers, he sometimes felt like vomiting.

Later, his younger brother Murong Zhen was born and was made crown prince.

Murong Qi clearly remembered the relief, joy and pride in his mother's eyes when she heard the imperial edict.

That was a look his mother had never given him before.

Murong Zhen gained everyone's satisfaction and love without any effort, just because he was born at the right time.

The Queen Mother said, "Fortunately, there is Zhen'er."

Murong Qi felt more and more like a failed joke.

One day, the former Grand Tutor even expressed his disappointment in him, saying that although Murong Di was younger, he was three points better than him.

Murong Qi was young at that time, and in a fit of rage he planned to push Murong Di into the lake, hoping to make Murong Di look bad.

As a result, Murong Di fell and became stupid.

He didn't believe that Murong Di had become stupid, so he instigated Murong Ming and others to bully Murong Di in Lihe Hall.

But Murong Di never resisted directly, which made Murong Qi a little confused about the situation.

Murong Qi tore up the homework assigned by the tutor again.

The Grand Tutor angrily scolded him, saying that he was disrespectful to the saint.

Murong Qi scoffed coldly: "Saints know nothing. They are not heirs of the royal family."

The people around him were forcing him by using the teachings of saints.

He was forced to never be happy for a single day.

Force him to suffer endlessly, then kick him away and say lightly, "A rotten tree cannot be carved."

In this case, he would openly become a piece of useless wood and a playboy.

If they don't let him get what he wants, then he won't let them get what they want either.

He deliberately helped Murong Di, betting that Murong Di was biding his time and energy and would be able to expand his power.

In this way, he could sit on the mountain and watch the fight between the tigers, and see how his mother and Murong Zhen fought against Murong Di.

He just wanted to see these people fighting to the death, and see them in pain and anger.

He only wishes that the world would be in chaos and that everyone would be plunged into panic and helplessness.

He wanted to let these people know that they were not much better than him. No one was a roc, they were just crickets in the grass that would be stepped on to death.

When he heard that his father, the empress dowager and the crown prince had all died in the palace, he even laughed.

He was right, their lives were actually very fragile.

Murong Qi was surprised to learn that the master behind the army was Pei Lingyun, so he planned to sow discord between Pei Lingyun and Murong Di, the uncle-nephew.

Let them fight among themselves.

As long as the two of them are not united and start internal strife, the world will be in chaos again and he will have an opportunity to take advantage.

But what he didn't expect was that Murong Di didn't have that idea.

"You think everyone wants to be in that position,"

Murong Di rubbed his fingertips, his eyelashes casting a shadow.

"Unfortunately, you are wrong."

The dragon throne in the palace is very tall, very gorgeous and very heavy.

But he never had any desire for the throne.

He wanted revenge and wanted the Pei family to overturn the verdict, but he hated Gong Cheng.

He could kill all the royal family members who had bullied him, but that gloomy childhood memory would always be engraved in his mind and would never be erased.

Murong Di: "The capital is not a place I want to stay. If my uncle needs me here, I can stay here. But if my uncle no longer needs me in the capital, I will return to Lingnan."

"Lingnan?" Murong Qi sneered.

"Pei Lingyun is truly amazing. I wonder what kind of magic potion he's given you to make you think Lingnan is your home. How can a mere Lingnan compare to Chang'an?"

Murong Di curled his lips: "You won't understand."

He looked at the sky outside, stood up, and put away his smile:

"It's almost time, my royal brother, you should drink this cup of tea."

Murong Qi's face was stiff and his fingers seemed to be frozen.

Murong Di: "Since you covered up for me once, I will keep your body intact and bury you properly."

Murong Qi held the teacup in his hand but still did not put it into his mouth.

Murong Di was just about to call someone in to take action when Murong Qi suddenly looked up and smiled.

Murong Qi smiled strangely:

"People are fickle. I once just wanted to be a cricket in the bushes, but who knew I would later have the idea of ​​soaring into the sky and grabbing the sun."

He raised his hand and gulped down the tea in one gulp, then glanced at Murong Di with a cold smile:

"Third brother, don't say something too early. You said you don't have such intentions today, but people's hearts are fickle. Ten or twenty years later, you may have such thoughts."

Murong Di remained calm:

"No matter what the future holds, my royal brother will not be able to see it."

The winter sun flows quietly on the desktop.

Murong Di's voice was warmer than the winter sun:

"Royal brother, if we are reborn, we will not be the princes of the royal family."