Mo Yan reached out, patted his head, and smiled, "You're so young, yet you already know what liking someone means?"
"I don't know." Xiao Jiu shook her head. "I don't know what that feeling is like, and I hope I never will."
After saying that, the little guy lowered his head again and spoke with great sadness.
“My mother always wants too much. She thinks I should give her family a lot of honor and that I should give my maternal grandfather a very high status. But I think my maternal grandfather already has a very high status.”
He looked up at the sky, where countless stars twinkled. "Father said they all turned into stars in the sky, watching over me and protecting me, but he didn't tell me what to do in this situation?"
My mother wanted me to listen to her and give my grandfather the highest honor. Yet, she didn't dare protect me in front of that bad person.
She always said, "It's all my fault, it's not strong enough."
"There aren't that many mistakes. Just do what you're supposed to do."
After finding a place, Mo Yan asked the little guy to sit down.
Mo Yan reached out, pressed his acupoints, took out a needle and pricked his fingertip, and blood quickly flowed out.
The blood was black, which was quite shocking to see.
He was poisoned by that color.
Xiao Shui had been keeping an eye on what was happening here, and came over as soon as she saw it.
"Young Master, what's going on?"
"Can't you tell? It's a slow-acting poison. This person must have been ingesting it for at least several hundred years."
"But I've always been in charge of my young master's food, clothing, and shelter. There's no way anything could happen to him."
He pays close attention to these things, because he's afraid that some people might do something underhanded behind his back.
"That's where you haven't been paying attention. Think carefully about what you haven't noticed."
Mo Yan looked at the little guy and finally found a peace knot around his waist. "What's this?"
At that moment, his face turned deathly pale, and tears welled up in his eyes. "Grandma, please don't tell me it's this?"
Xiao Jiu had always known that his mother didn't really like him; she preferred his younger brother. But his father made him the Heavenly Emperor.
When I was very young, he often saw his mother holding his younger brother in her arms and comforting him.
How much did Mother love my younger brother? She would personally feed him, dress him, and take him for walks in the Imperial Garden.
When her younger brother is sick, she stays by his side. She knows what her brother likes to eat and looks at him all the time.
But he was only strict.
In his mother's eyes, he was a child who couldn't do anything right, who didn't work hard enough in his studies, and who wasn't rigorous enough in his learning.
If the Emperor gets angry, it's his fault.
He still remembered the day he became the Heavenly Emperor.
His mother looked at him with resentment, "Why wasn't it your brother who became the Heavenly Emperor?"
He also wanted to know why.
Why is it that even though they're all sons, their mothers just don't like them?
"This is it."
Seeing the little guy's sad expression, Mo Yan still told the truth.
In an instant, the little guy broke down.
"So, she dislikes me so much that she'd poison me."
Xiao Shui looked at her young master with heartache; the young master was really having a hard time.
Mo Yan grabbed him and threw him away.
It was moving so fast that the little guy couldn't hold it at all.
"What are you doing!" he shouted angrily at Mo Yan.
"What do you think? Poisonous things should be thrown away. What's the point of keeping them? Are you trying to make you dream?"
"If you want to die, fine, but don't drag us all down with you."
The little one started crying.
Why, why?
"Please don't say that. My young master has really suffered. He's surrounded by a bunch of wolves and tigers, and now..."
Those people all wished they could tear a piece of flesh off his young master.
Now I know about this.
The Empress Dowager is the same. She knows that the Heavenly Emperor has a difficult time, yet she still wants him to give her family the highest honor. She doesn't even consider whether her family members are capable of shouldering such a great responsibility.
He didn't understand why the Empress Dowager could treat her own son this way.
"So what? He just wants people to pity him? He just wants to be fawned over? He just wants to keep being sad and heartbroken?"
Is being sad useful? Is being upset useful?
What are you expecting? Are you hoping that the person who harmed you will have a change of heart? Or are you hoping that those wolves and tigers will love you a little more?
Let's be realistic. You've already died once, can't you see clearly?
What's wrong with the child?
Don't you even know if you're qualified to be a child?
If he were just an ordinary child from a poor family who encountered these things, perhaps he would need comfort, but is he?
Is being sad and upset useful?
Is pain useful?
Is it possible to make those people stop?
"You were born to walk on the edge of knives and in the sea of fire. How can you expect someone to clear the way for you?"
The only reality is that you can stand up for yourself and protect yourself.
"When you become strong, those jackals and tigers will not dare to harm you."
Xiao Jiu didn't say anything. He was still processing his great-aunt's words. In fact, he knew very well that what his great-aunt said was true.
But sometimes he also wishes he could live in a dream world and not have to think about these things.
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