Refusing to save the rebellious prince (5.11 update)
I've always wondered what I would be like if I had a good mother. I would definitely be strong, brave, and full of energy for everything.
But this tragic life is my destiny.
Although my mother has long since died, whenever I feel self-blame, self-reproach, or berate myself for being incompetent and worthless, her voice echoes in my mind. It turns out she has taken up residence in my heart, impossible to eradicate.
I tried to be my own mother, but how can someone who has never received love be a good mother?
I tried to embrace myself time and time again, only to hurt myself each time.
Until one day, I heard a gentle voice:
Don't let the glory of the chosen ones make you see yourself as a lowly mouse.
They possess excellent genes, outstanding resources, and smooth sailing luck.
And you, with your terrible background, broken family, and bumpy life, have exhausted all your strength to get to where you are now.
If the whole world is bullying you, don't join them in bullying yourself.
Please be your own mother and tell yourself:
I will never blame you in this lifetime.
I'm sorry, it's my fault for giving birth to you in such a terrible family, which is why you've suffered so much since you were little.
[Mommy knows you're tired. Now, come back into Mommy's tummy.]
The word "mother" was unfamiliar to Lin Xue. His mother was merely his boss, a boss he couldn't choose.
From birth, he owed the other party a lifetime's wages.
When the lights in the screening room came on, everyone stood up and left one after another.
Lin Xue was unsure how to react to the film.
Seeing that everyone else looked deeply moved, he didn't want to imitate them like a fake, so he walked out of the movie theater with a puzzled expression.
Unblurred by tears, her sharp eyes spotted a bright spot in the crowd: a tall figure dressed in elaborate and elegant court attire.
Seemingly noticing their gaze, the other person looked at them from among the thousands of people.
The bright green eyes revealed endless sorrow, like a lion cub abandoned by its mother, yearning for her and feeling utterly lost in this cruel world.
But that look quickly disappeared, and he returned to normal.
That calm face was like the most perfect mask.
Lin Xue remembered that face; it was the "spokesperson" he had seen on a poster at the ice cream shop on the first floor—a prince of the Herdi royal family, and an F2 student at the prestigious academy.
He had long heard that the prince's mother gave birth to him only to secure her position in the royal family, and even to secretly have her own son killed for her own ambition of becoming queen.
Little did she know that her son possessed the attributes of a chosen one, refusing to be killed by any assassination attempts. Instead, his schemes were exposed, and when confronted by her son, she simply sipped her red tea with a nonchalant air: "I'm doing this for your own good."
"A fragile child like you would be better off dying sooner."
"What, are you going to kill your mother who has been so kind to you?"
The prince would not kill his mother, but he severed all ties with her from then on, freeing himself from her complete control.
Therefore, everyone knows that he lacks maternal love. Because of this, countless women have tried to curry favor with him and become his crown princess, but he has cruelly rejected them all without giving them any face.
But... what does that have to do with him?
Seeing the prince in the movie theater, many people were eager to secretly take photos of this rare moment with their phones.
Lucifer's entourage effectively cleared the area, herding away the crowd of people who were gathering to take photos, much like herding a flock of ducks. Complaints and sighs could be heard from the crowd.
The electronic screen, which was displaying various advertisements and public service programs, began playing "How to Save the Rebellious Prince".
The top-ranked endorser in Shilan's current endorsement value list is undoubtedly the German sweetheart, Lucia Vega. From the moment he was born, his every move has become a cash cow for the royal family.
The camera captured every moment of his triumphs and setbacks from birth to adulthood.
As an infant, he was a baby model. As a child, he was a child model. As a teenager, he was a national idol. He was the perfect mascot of the Shilan Federation.
His radiant smile, like sunshine, is the signature of Shilan's national ambassador.
The prince's smile illuminated every day for the people.
From the time he could walk, he participated in various activities every day, working as a model and taking photos, constantly traveling on ships and planes. Even when he had a high fever, he would still participate in activities with a fever-reducing patch on his forehead.
If a prince is even slightly negligent or slow to react, the old woman in the palace who is in charge of supervising the prince's etiquette will whip his back with a rattan cane—after all, according to the rules, royal men do not wear clothes that expose their backs, and no one else can see it.
The prince himself was very hardworking and excelled in both character and academics, which always put everyone at ease.
But one day, he became rebellious and grumpy.
The crowd was indignant and spoke frankly, saying, "Your Highness, this won't do! You are the pride of our Shilan! You must set a good example!"
Lucivica, however, refused. He said that for the past eighteen years, he had lived for others; after turning eighteen, he wanted to pursue his own freedom.
From then on, Lu Xiweijia completely overturned the rules of the previously exemplary prince to the point that no one could bear to look at him:
Racing at a private racetrack; drinking at a bar; swimming in a swimsuit that only covers the lower half of the body...
The model prince suddenly became rebellious, incurring the wrath of the people. Everyone was impeaching the prince, wanting to bring him down from the throne.
You may not want to be a prince, but plenty of others do.
Wait, no, it seems there really aren't any other candidates who could be princes.
So all people could do was criticize the prince on various social media platforms while praying that he would come to his senses and turn back from his wrong path soon.
#Did the prince turn back today?#
On the electronic screen, the host still looked heartbroken, speaking eloquently like a commentator:
"The prince is probably going through a rebellious phase because he lacks love. If he falls in love and meets someone who is understanding and accepting of him, he will be cured."
The invited guest asked in bewilderment, "Who would be willing to tolerate him?"
"For the wealth and status of the royal family! So many people are vying to become the Crown Princess!" the host said emotionally. "If I weren't a man, I would also want to be tolerant of him and avoid taking thirty years of detours."
"Being a Crown Princess isn't easy; there are so many rules in the royal family."
"No matter how many rules there are in the royal family, can they be as many as in the workplace?"
"Unlike you, I only feel sorry for my brother. I only feel sorry for myself."
"If you want me to be the Crown Princess, I would be willing to live in a grand palace every day and wear beautiful dresses with long skirts."
Just as Lin Xue was about to leave, one of Lucifer's attendants ran over: "Excuse me, could you please stop for a moment? Our prince has something he would like to give you. Please accept it!"
Lin Xue took the piece of paper handed to her. It was an admission ticket for a swimming competition, which read "Sri Lanka Federation Swimming Championships" and included a solo photo of Lu Xiweijia.
In the photo, Lu Xiweijia looks at the camera with the kind of look that the photographer owes him a big chicken leg, clearly not wanting to work.
The attendant said respectfully, "In a few days, before the military summer camp, His Highness the Prince will be participating in the national swimming competition. As a special guest, he received many tickets, and since he had no one else to give them to, he decided to give them to you since he saw that you are a student of St. Ria.
Seeing Lin Xue's uninterested expression, the attendant immediately added, "His Highness the Prince said that if you don't want to go, you can sell the ticket or throw it away."
Lin Xue looked at the ticket in her hand, folded it into a smaller size, and put it in her pocket.
Upon seeing Lin Xue accept the ticket, the attendant excitedly returned to report to the prince.
Since the doll in her hand was inconvenient to carry, Lin Xue went to the service desk and asked for a bag.
When Lin Xue called out to the staff at the service desk, they could barely hold the bag properly.
Not only did they give Lin Xue a bag, but they also asked her if she needed anything else, and even warmly gave each of her dolls a plastic hard shell to make a home for them.
There are several automatic gashapon machines next to the service counter.
It not only contains some well-known anime characters, but also the four members of F4, the chairman, Yufaer, Shengxi... all the named characters in this novel.
So their popularity has spread to the surrounding areas?
There's a large sign on top of the gashapon machine listing detailed pictures of the toys you can get from it.
The rules state: "For each coin inserted, the gashapon machine will randomly dispense one gashapon capsule."
Lin Xue spent one orchid and exchanged it for ten game coins.
I turned the start button, and the gashapon machine started dispensing gashapon capsules.
Lin Xue bent down slightly and took out the item she had twisted from the bottom outlet.
The small shipping hatch was piled high with ten gashapon capsules, which were jostling each other, trying to push the other capsules back into the original display area.
Lin Xue took them all out, then put nine more coins into the coin slot, emptying her entire balance.
He contacted staff to check for malfunctions in the gashapon machine.
The staff simply patted the gashapon machine, and it quickly returned to normal.
It was as if the strange thing that had just happened had never occurred.
A poster next to the service desk reads: "There's an art exhibition on the top floor."
The artist is Chesia, the name of F4.
Lin Xue had heard some news about Chesia.
For the past few years, he has been applying to the world's best art schools in his spare time, but has repeatedly failed to get in.
I passed all the complicated written tests smoothly, but I always got stuck at the judges' interview stage.
Most recently, Chesia came to the event to meet the judges.
The old artist, extremely arrogant, launched into a tirade against Chesia's work, saying it was "whining without cause," "a brat who hasn't even grown his hair yet, using the darker side of humanity to pander to the masses, without actually grasping even a fraction of human nature," "What are you suffering for? Can your suffering be worse than mine?" "You're just a little kid, you have food and drink, you're doing quite well, what's there to worry about? Back in my day, I couldn't even afford oil paints, I had to beg," "Those who aren't poor can't create true works of art..."
F4 quickly drew their guns, pressed them against the old artist's head, and laughed maniacally: "Now, what do you think of my work?"
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