"Know your place! Don't try to act like a big shot in our Drunken Flower House when you have no money! Get out of here..." The madam ordered her staff to drag Hongshi out of the Drunken Flower House.
Hongshi pushed through the crowd in a disheveled state and ran away as if fleeing, leaving behind the laughter and curses of the crowd.
Hongshi wandered aimlessly through the streets, wearing only a few thin undergarments and reeking of alcohol, looking nothing like a prince.
On the bustling street, amidst the comings and goings of people, no one noticed him. Hongshi, dazed and confused, dragged his heavy steps forward aimlessly.
"Hey, how do you walk? Don't you have eyes?" Hongshi accidentally bumped into a pedestrian. The person looked at him with disdain, patted his shoulder where Hongshi had bumped into him, and angrily cursed, "What bad luck! I get bumped into by a beggar as soon as I step out the door..."
Hongshi was taken aback and began to explain, "I...I'm not a beggar..."
Before Hongshi could finish speaking, the man quickly interrupted, pointing at Hongshi with a smile and looking him up and down: "Look at yourself, from top to bottom, what part of you doesn't look like a beggar? What bad luck... ptooey..." He then tried to spit at Hongshi.
Enraged, Hongshi's eyes blazed with fury, and he was about to rush forward and start a fight.
Unexpectedly, Hongshi had only drunk a few jugs of wine since morning and had not eaten a single bite of food. In addition, his outer clothes had been taken away. Hungry and cold, his limbs went weak, and before he could pounce on the man, he was kicked away and fell to the ground, rolling several times, covered in mud from head to toe.
"Hahaha... Look at that beggar... Haha... He stinks so much..."
"What a fool! Even beggars dare to fight..."
"Oh dear, look at him, he's so dirty and smelly, let's go..."
People gathered around and laughed at Hongshi's appearance.
Hongshi looked up and glanced around. The faces of the passersby were all filled with mocking and sarcastic expressions, and the laughter grew louder and louder, becoming more and more grating.
Hongshi's head suddenly throbbed with pain. He struggled to his feet and fled with difficulty.
Hongshi was like a lost walking corpse. He felt that everyone who passed by was mocking him. The disdain of Ningxiang, the brothel madam, and the curses of passersby echoed in his ears again and again.
Hongshi didn't want to listen or think, and ran straight to a small bridge.
Hongshi leaned on the bridge railing, panting heavily, gazing at his reflection in the water below.
His face was covered in mud, his features were haggard, his hair was disheveled, and his clothes were rumpled...
Hongshi was startled. He reached out and touched his face, looking at it closely in horror, unable to believe that the person in the water was himself.
The eldest son of the Qing emperor, a newly appointed Beile, the once spirited and ambitious prince.
Hongshi let out a bitter laugh; even he himself never imagined he would fall to this state…
Suddenly, a hand shoved me hard from behind...
With a cry of "Ah!", Hongshi tumbled over the railing and into the water. The biting cold seeped into every pore of his skin, binding him like a rope and pulling him desperately towards the bottom. It felt as if someone was choking him with both hands; he couldn't breathe. His vision went black, and he was plunged into utter despair…
"Help...help me...I don't want to die...Father Emperor, Mother Emperor, I can't die...I can't die..." Hongshi didn't want to die, his whole body was struggling desperately, the thought of survival surged up, Hongshi didn't know where the strength came from, he pushed off with his feet and ran towards the white light that was flashing on the water...
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