That night, it snowed heavily all night long.
Even with his mother holding him, Mo Junxing was still shivering from the cold.
The snowflakes kept drifting in from the eaves and landing on him.
He felt no beauty, only waves of coldness.
His limbs were frozen stiff.
"Mom, I'm cold."
He spoke with difficulty.
With each word I spoke, I felt a chill being forced into my throat.
His mother held him, rubbing his hands as she spoke.
"It's okay, it'll be over soon."
"Mom will rub your skin for you, and you won't be cold anymore once you fall asleep."
"Just one night's sleep and it will be dawn."
"We'll be warm when it gets light."
"Um."
He nodded slowly.
"Mother, sleep too."
His mother rubbed his hands, which made them less cold, and he soon fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up the next day, the sunlight shone on him, warm and comforting.
He happily got up and kept shaking his mother beside him.
"Mom, you're right. It's daylight now, it's warm, and I'm not cold anymore."
However, his mother's body became cold and stiff, and no matter how long he shook her, she did not move.
He thought his mother was hungry, so he secretly ran out to find her something to eat.
However, because his hands and feet were stiff, he was caught by a eunuch from the imperial kitchen while he was doing that, and the eunuch grabbed him and beat him until his skin was torn and bleeding.
He secretly put a small steamed bun in his pocket, which is how he kept it.
He dragged his heavy body and limped back to the Cold Palace, wiped the blood off the steamed bun, and then handed it to his mother.
"Mom, look, I brought you some steamed buns. Do you like them?"
"You can go to sleep after you finish eating."
However, Mother kept her eyes closed, remained silent, and her face turned ashen.
He didn't know what was wrong with his mother, so he changed her position again.
But her mother remained silent.
"Mother, are you really not going to eat?"
"If you're not going to eat, how about I eat half? I'm so hungry. Once I'm full, I'll go find you something to eat."
After Mo Junxing finished speaking, seeing that his mother did not speak, he broke the steamed bun in half and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.
However, it was too cold, and the steamed buns were too hard.
He quickly choked on the bite of steamed bun and couldn't breathe.
He kept patting his chest, but it was no use.
He could only look helplessly at his mother.
Finally, he collapsed to the ground, his face turning blue, his back hitting his mother's outstretched arm.
His mother's arm was hard, and it hit his back so hard it hurt, but almost instantly, Mo Junxing spat out the mouthful of steamed bun in his mouth.
He was finally able to breathe, lying on the ground gasping for air.
After he calmed down, he picked up the steamed bun again and put it into his mouth in small bites.
He was afraid of choking again, so he grabbed a handful of snow from the yard and put it in his mouth.
He finally stopped feeling hungry after swallowing half a steamed bun.
However, he was still worried that his mother would go hungry, so he tore the other half of the steamed bun into small pieces and put them into his mother's mouth.
But Mother kept her eyes closed and wouldn't open her mouth.
Little Mo Junxing was quite troubled.
So, under the cover of darkness, he secretly went to the imperial kitchen again.
I was very lucky this time.
The old woman in the imperial kitchen got drunk and leaned against the wall, fast asleep.
Mo Junxing took the remaining pieces of chicken from the leftover food on her table and ran back quickly.
I slipped and fell on the road because the ground was too slippery.
However, when he returned, his mother still refused to eat.
He ate half of it again, along with the half-eaten steamed bun from earlier in the day.
And so, Mo Junxing would steal all sorts of food for his mother every time, but his mother never ate any of it.
And so, winter passed.
It wasn't until the cleaning eunuch smelled the stench that he opened the door to the Cold Palace.
Then, everyone saw Mo Junxing lying next to the decaying corpse.
It was then that Mo Junxing learned that his mother was dead and had passed away, which was why she hadn't spoken to him.
After his mother died, his life was not much better than before; in fact, it was even worse.
Rumors circulated in the palace that he was a cursed star who had brought death to his own mother and was even able to stay with her corpse for several months.
His mother's body was already rotting, and he didn't even call for help. He must be a pervert.
Therefore, Mo Junxing will not only be bullied, but also verbally abused and beaten.
His father, the emperor, never looked at him once, nor did he ever think of him.
Until one day, he saw a boy who was dressed very elegantly.
The boy looked a few years older than him, but he was "mentally challenged" and even needed to be fed.
He also needs someone to fan him.
Even when walking, they need someone to carry or lift them.
At the time, Mo Junxing didn't understand. Later, he realized that this was actually the Crown Prince.
The Empress's only son, and also the Crown Prince of the Great Qi Dynasty.
He was pampered and spoiled from a young age.
This also made him unruly and lawless.
He watched helplessly as the prince came to the riverbank and insisted that the servants fetch something from the main hall for him.
He didn't know why he lost his temper and scolded all the servants.
From that day on, Mo Junxing would secretly observe him.
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