Why did you run away from home?
The little boy clenched his fist, thought for a moment, and then said...
"My family... I'm causing trouble for my family."
"How could that be? Why would your family dislike you?" the little dumpling asked, puzzled.
"Yes, your family won't find you troublesome."
“If they find it troublesome, it’s definitely not your family.” Da Ni’er learned this lesson the hard way. Before, when she was in the Yalan royal family, that didn’t count as family. Only now does it count.
Lan Tingche remembered that he was living a good life with his mother and father, but one day, his maternal grandfather came and took him away.
"Tingche, from now on you must listen to your grandfather and not be naughty, understand? Your mother and father will be away for a while. We will come to pick you up when we are done."
Six-year-old Lan Tingche nodded, though reluctant to part with her.
Then, he arrived at the Prince of Zhennan's Mansion.
At first, things were fine; both his uncle and aunt doted on him.
Until one day, the imperial edict arrived.
He was no longer the grandson of the Crown Prince, but the heir apparent of the Prince of Zhennan.
From that day on, everything seemed to change. His aunt no longer doted on him, and sometimes her words were laced with sarcasm. His uncle wanted to say something, but just looking at his face, he swallowed his words, his eyes filled with heartache.
But it doesn't matter, Lan Tingche thought.
His parents will come to pick him up, and he just needs them to take him home. He doesn't want to be the heir of the Prince of Zhennan's mansion; he just wants his parents.
Several years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Father and Mother still haven't come.
He felt that the entire palace was hiding something from him, until one day...
He had a conflict with his cousin.
"Yuwen Tingche! You still think you're a grandson of the emperor? Your parents are dead! Now you've usurped the throne. If it weren't for you, I would be the heir of the Zhennan Prince's Mansion! It should have always been mine!"
Children's words may be innocent, but they can be hurtful.
The little boy didn't believe it and, wiping away his tears, went to ask his grandfather for confirmation.
"Grandpa, my cousin said my parents are dead. He's lying to me, isn't he? He's just saying it in anger, right?"
Unfortunately, his grandfather did not answer him, but only held him and cried together. In his grandfather's study, there was still a portrait of his mother, who was also his most beloved youngest daughter.
From that day on, Lan Tingche knew that he truly had no parents.
Outside the window, there was noise and commotion, while inside the house, it was quiet and cool. From then on, Tingche had nowhere to go home, no father or mother, and no one cared about him.
The world is vast and the land is wide, yet there is no place for him to find refuge.
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