Just as he remembered, when Yuan Zhao told the young Dota that he would take him back to the palace, he ran away.
He thought she was here to take him back to the Northern Qiang King's Palace.
Dota had regretted his stupidity countless times late at night, regretting leaving without saying goodbye.
So this time in the dream, the young boy still chose to leave, but he didn't.
In this nihilistic way, he continued to accompany Yuan Zhao back to the Dacheng Palace.
He wanted to see what Achao's world was like and wanted to know how she lived every day after leaving Beiqiang.
He wanted to know every detail of Achao's life.
He saw the palace where she lived and all the little gadgets she liked.
Gems, spices, flowers... filled up her bedroom, which was enough to show how much she was favored in Dacheng.
But she didn't seem happy, and she would cry from time to time after returning to Changchun Palace.
Dota knew that she missed her mother.
He watched her cry and wanted to reach out and wipe her tears, but he couldn't do it...
At that moment, he felt that these precious spices in front of him were too insignificant.
If it were him, he would definitely give Achao the best things in the world.
The day Yuan Zhao finally smiled again was the day Dacheng's army returned to the capital.
Dota saw her wake up early in the morning and pick out her most beautiful clothes. The sadness between her brows was swept away, and her smile was as bright and moving as the warm sunshine in early spring.
She was already as beautiful as snow, and with a little makeup, she was already stunning.
She went to the city gate in person to greet her brother and Huo Yan.
Dota stayed by her side the entire time, taking in all her emotions.
Her joy and excitement were all due to that person's return...
Time passed quickly, Duota stayed with Yuan Zhao. He remembered all her joys and sorrows, and participated in many major events in her life.
Her daily life, her annual birthday celebration...
The intimacy between her and Huo Yan, and her blushing cheeks as she grew older...
She began to love painting, and occasionally she would be lost in thought while painting, as if she was thinking about someone...
During the three days that she knelt in front of the Qinzheng Palace that cold winter, Duota was by her side, trying to persuade her and pull her... but it was all in vain.
He could only watch her kneeling like that. Even though she had no physical body, his heart was filled with an overwhelming amount of heartache.
He wanted to pull Huo Yan back from thousands of miles away and let him see with his own eyes what Achao had done for him!
He hated Huo Pingchang even more. If it weren't for him, Achao wouldn't have to suffer this.
Dota only now realized that Achao had married the scumbag Wei Shaoqing in order to protect Huo Yan.
On the day of Yuan Zhao's wedding, he was by her side, watching her put on her wedding dress, but he showed no joy at all.
He wanted to stop this marriage, but he couldn't.
Soon, Achao's first child was born.
Dota looked at the wrinkled child and couldn't imagine that he would grow up to be a handsome boy like Yuan Musheng.
But he soon realized that Yuan Zhao was not happy because of the birth of the child, and she fell into pain.
Perhaps because she knew that her heart was still with Huo Yan, she always felt sorry for Wei Shaoqing.
So she could indulge Wei Shaoqing's many unreasonable demands, and even wanted to completely give up her thoughts, abandon everything and go to Yangzhou with him.
Duota really wanted to tell Achao that Wei Shaoqing was the worst of the worst.
…
Later, he stayed by Yuan Zhao's side, watching her children being born one after another and suffering various injuries one after another.
Her legs, which were suffering from chronic pain, were weakened by repeated childbirths, and the accidents and disappearances of her children pushed her to the brink of mental collapse time and time again...
Of course, what is even more hateful is that Wei Shaoqing and that damn concubine drugged her.
From the initial anger to the final powerlessness, Dota hated himself so much for the first time.
If he... if he hadn't left and stayed by Achao's side, would things be different?
But the reality is that he had already left, and Achao was bearing such intense pain alone.
Now he can only watch and can do nothing.
It was not until Yuan Zhizhi's birth that Duota regained hope.
According to his previous investigation, Achao began to change shortly after Zhizhi was born.
He stared at the baby girl in the cradle. Her delicate little face looked exactly like Yuan Zhao's, as if they were carved from the same mold.
Dota walked lightly to the baby, and his eyes softened involuntarily.
He knew that neither Yuan Zhizhi nor Yuan Zhao could hear or see him.
But he couldn't help it, as if he was afraid of breaking something, he called out softly with endless tenderness,
“Zhizhi…”
The baby in the cradle blinked its big eyes like black grapes and giggled in his direction.
At that moment, Dota's heart suddenly moved.
He heard Yuan Zhao's maid say with a smile, "Madam, look how cute the little lady is. When she smiles, she really looks like you..."
Yuan Zhao held Yuan Zhizhi in his arms and looked in the direction of his daughter's gaze, as if he wanted to find out what she was looking at and laughing at.
Only Dota knew that he was looking at her and she was also looking at him.
But she only stared for a moment and then looked away.
…
Duota saw the mean-looking mother-in-law again, and saw with his own eyes that she took Yuan Zhizhi away in the name of Yuan Zhao needing to take care of her after the confinement.
She didn't care at all that she was her own granddaughter, and tortured Zhizhi with all kinds of cruel means, even deliberately starving her.
Dota watched helplessly as the originally plump little ball became thinner day by day, until he was reduced to skin and bones, and the original liveliness in his eyes gradually dimmed.
He remembered that when they were in Beiqiang, Zhizhi was never picky about food.
No matter what was given to her, she always ate it with relish. Even if she occasionally encountered something she didn't like, she would just frown and try to finish the food.
At that time, Dota thought that this was because the little girl was well brought up.
But now, he understood that this was not due to upbringing, but because the child had never had enough to eat since childhood.
This realization was like a sharp knife, piercing deep into his heart, causing him so much pain that he couldn't breathe.
He wanted to rush over to stop it several times, or even just yell at the woman to stop what she was doing.
However, he couldn't do it. He could only watch as a bystander, unable to change anything.
Dota knew that this memory was slowly advancing, and he suppressed his anger and heartache and waited.
He wanted to know what made Ah Chao cheer up again in such a desperate situation?
He wanted to know what incident had ignited the long-lost fire in Ah Chao's heart, making her determined to change everything.
But he didn't wait for that moment to come.
What he waited for was Yuan Zhizhi who was frozen to death.
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