The Dayue Palace is magnificent in the middle of the night.
The emperor was over forty years old, with many wrinkles around his eyes. He was addicted to revelry every night and was surrounded by beauties. His eyes were purple and his body was weak.
"Hahaha, not bad, not bad, do another dance."
The man casually dropped a string of jewels, causing the women to scramble for it.
The emperor was slightly drunk. He hugged his concubines, grinned foolishly, and held them tightly in his arms.
The palace was filled with the aroma of wine and a joyful atmosphere, and people were enjoying this luxurious night to the fullest.
The melodious music and the singing and dancing concubines seemed to bring people into a dream world, making them intoxicated and forgetting the troubles of the world.
The scene in a corner of the palace at this moment was completely different.
A little boy in ragged clothes was fetching water to wash clothes. He was almost eight years old, and his little fingers were red from the cold.
He was too slow and was scolded by the eunuch, "Stupid boy, it took you so long to finish washing!"
He didn't dare to talk back, otherwise he would be beaten.
The old eunuch had a sarcastic look on his face and mocked him.
"If that damned bitch hadn't taken advantage of His Majesty's drunkenness and climbed into his bed, would you be worthy of being called the Thirteenth Prince? You're as lowly as your mother!"
The little boy timidly finished the work in his hands, and as if he didn't hear anything, he staggered onto the stool and hung up the clothes.
He should have been a noble prince, but he did not receive the treatment he deserved, and the emperor did not even acknowledge his existence.
The little guy has been living a life of hunger and cold since he was young.
The old eunuch is physically disabled and has been confined in the deep palace for many years. He has a twisted mentality. He finally finds someone to vent his anger on, and he will not let him go easily.
"Disaster Star, come and help me massage my legs!"
The little prince was already very sleepy but he didn't dare show it. He obediently squatted and served his servant.
The blow was too heavy, so the old eunuch opened his eyes, picked up the stick beside him and was about to hit him.
"Death Star, what can I expect you to do?"
It hurts when a stick hits the body. The little guy has experienced it before. The scars on his body haven't healed yet and new ones have appeared.
He didn't dare hide, as hiding would only make the situation worse.
When the stick is about to fall on him, stop.
The fallen leaves hung in the air, the breeze died down, and the old eunuch stood there motionless.
The little prince's heart beat rapidly as he looked at the strange scene before him.
The girl came in mid-air, gently took his hand, her voice extremely gentle.
"Don't be afraid."
Perhaps it was because the other person's face in the moonlight had a hint of Buddha nature, he couldn't help but shout, "Are you the fairy sister?"
Ruan Mian raised the corner of his lips when he heard this name, "You can think so. What's your name?"
The little prince withdrew his hand nervously and wiped it hard on his clothes, afraid of getting her dirty.
"I... they all call me the disaster star."
How can this be considered a name?
Ruan Mian brushed her index finger across his cheek, brushing away the dust. "If you don't have one, I'll help you find one."
The girl's face was too compassionate, with a majestic look that looked down on the world.
It makes people surrender unconsciously.
"Really... can I? That would be great."
"Jinjue, do you like this new name?"
The little guy didn't understand what it meant, but he was very happy.
Everyone called him the Disaster Star, and I didn't understand why, but I could tell from their expressions that it wasn't a good name.
Jin Jue tentatively touched Ruan Mian's robe and pinched a piece with his fingertips, as if he was holding the other person's hand.
The girl did not stop his childish behavior.
"Whatever you wish for, I can help you fulfill it."
She had already guessed that the little guy's first request would be to kill the old eunuch, after all, he had suffered too much torture.
Jinjue hesitated for a moment, then raised his head and revealed bright eyes.
"I want to go out of the palace to play, is that okay?"
Ruan Mian was stunned for a few seconds, and carefully observed that there was no hatred in the child's eyes, and even persistence. It was a pure and innocent heart. No wonder he had the most yang and pure destiny.
The girl agreed and asked, "Anything else? I'll do whatever you ask for."
He could also kill the absurd king or overthrow the dynasty.
Jin Jue lowered his head and thought carefully, his tender fingers clenching Ruan Mian's robe, his voice choked with tender sobs.
"I want to see my mother. I haven't seen her for a long time..."
The girl pursed her lips, fulfilling a child's simple wish. That was all. It was too clean.
The two of them walked on the mottled steps and pushed open the decayed and faded ochre door.
It was lonely and silent inside.
The petals in the yard were withered and dead, weeds were overgrown, and the scenery was desolate.
There was a damp and cold feeling in the air, and the walls were damp and moldy, not like anyone lived there.
"Mom, I'm here to see you."
Jin Jue shouted loudly, and the little guy who had been timid since they met showed his true emotions for the first time.
"Mom, don't hide. They didn't follow me. Don't be afraid."
He ran into the house.
Ruan Mian's gaze fell on a moss-covered dry well in the distance, and a trace of spiritual energy lingered around it.
There is a woman's skeleton at the bottom of the water. She died so long ago that her appearance can no longer be identified.
Jinjue was panting with exhaustion and looked at her as if asking for help.
"Sister Fairy, I can't find my mother."
The girl bent down and took his hand, "Maybe he's not here. Come back and check again later."
Night market street.
The little guy was obviously very disappointed and not in high spirits.
But he was a child after all, so when he passed by the circus stall, he stopped and watched attentively.
The man took a sip of wine and when he spit it out, it caused a blazing fire, and the onlookers applauded.
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