Chapter 1 Abandonment is actually being kidnapped home by the husband

It’s snowing heavily.

Under the red walls of the palace, two figures, one big and one small, moved slowly on the crunching snow.

Jiang Qiyan looked up at the man and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm a little cold..."

"Are you really cold?" Pu Tingsong squatted down, pinched his still warm little hand, and then wrapped him in his cloak, "Do you still want the master to hug you?"

A palace maid passed by and knelt down to salute Pu Tingsong.

Pu Tingsong picked up the child and said, "Next time if you want to be held by the master, just pull the corner of the master's clothes."

Jiang Qiyan's dull eyes brightened.

"Don't you want to tell him to get up?" After being picked up, Jiang Qiyan pointed at the person kneeling on the ground.

"Master has taught you not to worry about other people's affairs," Pu Tingsong said without stopping. "Since you are under the supervision of Master, you should just focus on Master."

Jiang Qiyan did not answer, but just looked at the snow falling from the sky, feeling a little worried about the palace lady.

His head was touched by a big hand and he squinted his eyes. Just when he was enjoying it a little, the hand left his head.

"Listen."

Pu Tingsong's voice was not loud, but it made him tremble.

After a breath, he said "hmm".

The gentleman seemed a little unhappy, but even though he was unhappy, he still soothed his emotions.

Only the gentleman would be so nice to him.

In the heavy snow, the plaque of Kunning Palace can be vaguely seen in front.

Jiang Qiyan sniffed and gently leaned his head on Pu Tingsong's shoulder, "I'm here, sir."

Pu Tingsong's eyes were a little complicated, "Don't let others bully you anymore."

After a pause, she asked, "Are you really unwilling to move out with your husband?"

"No need." Jiang Qiyan looked at Pu Tingsong cautiously.

Pu Tingsong put him down. He felt a little greedy and reluctant, but in the end he just smiled at the master and said, "I don't want to cause trouble for you..."

"Sir, please go back." He bowed his head deeply to hide the panic that flashed across his eyes. "I'm fine."

Pu Tingsong said nothing more and turned away.

Jiang Qiyan sniffed again, walked up the stairs, and stepped through the door. The mahogany door was closed by the palace maid. He looked back and saw that the master's figure had disappeared in the narrow gap.

The gentleman is gone, and now there is no one to protect him.

Jiang Qiyan's body trembled slightly. He lowered his head and walked quickly into the inner room, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible.

But she was still stopped by someone, the woman's voice was a little hoarse, "Jiang Qiyan, why are you hiding?"

Jiang Qiyan took a deep breath, turned around slowly, and knocked his knees hard to the ground. "Your Highness, I have seen you, mother."

"Who are you showing this to? If others see you, they will think that I have treated you harshly."

The woman said with some disgust, "Why would my sister commit suicide just for a coward like you?"

"Get up, stop kneeling there like a servant," the woman kicked him lightly, "You came back so late, there's no hot food for you, there's only some cold dishes left, go eat it yourself."

"You look pale and thin. If your husband sees you, what will he think of me?"

After saying this, the queen returned to her room.

Jiang Qiyan walked silently to the table. He looked at the chairs, each one was so high.

He looked around for a while and saw Shu and Qi eating melon seeds.

"Sister Xiaoshu," Jiang Qiyan took a deep breath and pleaded, "Can you help me and carry me up?"

"No time."

"Sister Qi...you can..."

"Busy."

Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are the maids serving the empress, and there is not much for them to do.

He knew that they knew he was not favored, so they were unwilling to help him.

Ever since his biological mother, the former queen, died, it seemed like everyone was mean to him.

Jiang Qiyan took great pains to climb onto the chair.

He suddenly missed that person very much.

The man said to him, "Next time if you want the gentleman to hug you, just pull the corner of his clothes."

He doesn't need to ask for anything or make up a lot of excuses.

Just pull the corner of the clothes.

You will immediately fall into a warm embrace.

Jiang Qiyan's eyes fell on the plate in front of him, which contained only some vegetable leaves and thin soup.

The new queen mother would not have such a big appetite. This must be the "naughty" sister Hua playing a "joke" on him again.

Jiang Qiyan did not touch the food. He reached into his arms and took out an oil-paper bag.

It was still hot. My husband said he was very good today and roasted the pigeon himself as a reward.

The gentleman asked him whether he wanted to eat it now or take it back.

He chose one to take home, and he wanted to taste it slowly.

Mr.'s pigeon smells so good... Jiang Qiyan flared his nose and sniffed carefully.

I haven't eaten meat for a long time...

He lowered his head to take a bite, but before he could bite it, the roasted pigeon in his hand disappeared.

He was a little anxious, "Sister Hua..."

"Your Highness is really filial. He even brought back roasted pigeons for Her Majesty. Her Majesty will surely be delighted to see them."

"No... this is mine..."

"Sister, you know, this is from the young prince to the queen." Xiao Hua gently poked his forehead with her finger, "I'll help you give it to the queen."

"no……"

This is what the gentleman gave him...

Jiang Qiyan wanted to jump off the chair, but he was afraid.

Too high...

But this is what the gentleman gave him...

He plucked up his courage and jumped down, but he sprained his ankle.

The severe pain came, but he only paused for a moment, and Xiaohua entered the queen's room.

She deliberately raised her voice so that he could hear her from outside the door, "A wild pigeon flew into the courtyard. I roasted it for you to taste!"

"Well, you're thoughtful."

"Your Highness has already finished his meal. Shall I take it away now?"

"It's up to you. I don't want to bother with him."

Jiang Qiyan pursed his lips and listened silently. After a long time, he said nothing and returned to his room hungry.

"gentlemen……"

He burrowed into the quilt, muttering to himself, "Don't worry, I'm fine... I'm not hungry..."

"I will fall asleep and I won't be sad."

But why can’t I fall asleep no matter how hard I try?

Jiang Qiyan touched his swollen belly, which felt very uncomfortable.

He got out of bed in the dark and limped to the kitchen.

The pigeon has not been eaten yet!

Jiang Qiyan's eyes were red, it was great that his pigeon was still there.

He brought a stool and climbed onto the stove without a care, tore off a pigeon leg and began to devour it.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Hua, who heard the noise, lit the oil lamp and then exclaimed, "Why are you eating the queen's pigeons? The queen said to save them for tomorrow afternoon..."

That's obviously his...that's his...

Jiang Qiyan ate even more ferociously, like a vicious dog guarding its food.

"What are you arguing about?" The queen appeared in a blanket. When she saw him on the stove, she frowned in disgust. "You bastard, didn't I leave you any food? You came here in the middle of the night to steal a pigeon!"

"Do you think that no one will discipline you now that your sister is gone?"

"How can my sister be so stupid to do such a wicked thing for you... someone come here!"

The queen had him dragged down to the courtyard and said, "You should reflect on yourself!"

The Queen's voice came along with the sound of the door closing, "Throw a thicker blanket over him, so he doesn't freeze to death."

This delay made the ankle injury more serious, and it hurt as if it was broken.

The blanket was very thin, I wonder if the palace maids deliberately polished it.

Jiang Qiyan wrapped it around himself, but he was still cold.

He missed his master again. His master held him in his cloak and made him feel incredibly warm.

I’m still very hungry, but…I got to eat my husband’s roast pigeon.

It tasted good, but I ate it too quickly and didn't enjoy it properly.

It's getting late and he wants to go to bed. If he behaves well tomorrow, the master will bake for him again, right?

He won’t choose to bring it back to eat tomorrow.

He chose to eat with his husband!

The snow fell heavily again, burying the sleeping Jiang Qiyan.

On the beam, someone sighed slightly.

"If you go back with me, you won't be bullied anymore," the man picked him up and carried him to the sheltered corridor. "Why don't you just want to listen?"

Pu Tingsong rubbed his frozen little hands to warm them up before leaving.

The light in Yu's study was still on. Pu Tingsong stopped the eunuch who was about to report and pushed the door open.

The emperor seemed to be accustomed to this. He stood up tremblingly and did not dare to sit down until Pu Tingsong leaned on the small couch beside him.

"…It's snowing, my dear, why are you…"

After a brief pause, the emperor continued, "Why did you come to see me so late..."

"I am worried about Your Majesty," Pu Tingsong said softly, "Your Majesty is still reading memorials late at night, and I can't sleep or eat well."

"If you have something to say, please speak up. Please don't mock me." The emperor smiled helplessly. "If you think I'm too hardworking, I won't read these memorials from tomorrow on. I'll pack them up and send them to the Imperial Tutor's Mansion."

There was another pause, and then his tone became even more helpless, "Good Junior Brother... please forgive me... I was confused at the time."

"Do you have to force me to abdicate before you stop?"

"There's no need to abdicate. Since you want to take my father's life, I will also take your son." Pu Tingsong did not look at the emperor. His eyes were not fixed on a certain point, but moved slowly, as if he was looking at several calligraphy and paintings hanging in the room.

After leaving the emperor alone for a long time, Pu Tingsong slowly said, "Give Xiao Qiyan to me to play with."

Give it to him to play with? The emperor was stunned. How can I give it to him?

"My dear... could you please..."

"Your Majesty, do you think so?" Pu Tingsong glanced at him calmly. "Am I discussing this with you?"

The emperor lowered his head and hid the humiliation and anger in his eyes.

No emperor in any dynasty could have fallen to such a level as him, having to sell his son to survive.

He struggled for a moment and said cautiously, "Although he is still young, he is the prince after all..."

"Have you ever cared about him?" Pu Tingsong raised his head and asked in a neutral tone.

That's a sharp statement.

The answer is no.

If Jiang Qiyan didn't have a Mr. Pu Tingsong... he would have been deposed long ago.

"That's it," Pu Tingsong closed his eyes and rested, "It would be a nuisance to keep him. I will take him away. Your Majesty, won't you thank me?"

The emperor knew that this was not just a polite remark.

"I understand. Thank you, my dear..."

If he didn't thank Pu Tingsong, this madman might cause him to crash tomorrow.

But doing so made him hate Jiang Qiyan's youngest son even more.

His first wife cried all day long for this child and ended her life hastily.

And he was humiliated because of this child.

It's really unsightly to keep it like this, and it's disgusting to look at.

If Pu Tingsong wants to go and play, then go ahead. It’s just right to send him off.

…

The snow was still heavy and the cold wind was blowing. Jiang Qiyan woke up and found that he was covered with a crane cloak.

Mr. has been here...

His nose felt sore, and the teacher must have known that he was bullied again.

He held back his tears and did not cry. Instead, he picked up his teacher's crane cloak, went into the house to get the "Duyun" he had been learning for the past few days, and limped out of the door.

"Your Highness, His Majesty has summoned you to the Yu Study."

Jiang Qiyan stopped in his tracks, turned around and hurried to Yu's study.

The heavy door was opened a little, allowing his tiny body to squeeze through.

The master and the emperor are both there...

Jiang Qiyan suddenly became very nervous.

Before the emperor could say a few words, the gentleman knelt down.

Did the emperor no longer want him? Why did he let him go with the master?

In fact, it should be expected, give up, give up.

From his name, you can tell how much his father dislikes him.

Pu Tingsong, who was standing by, bowed and said, "I accept your order. Thank you."

Jiang Qiyan knelt down next to Pu Tingsong, and his little hand secretly pulled Pu Tingsong's sleeve.

Anxiety and apology seemed to fill his little face.

He... is this causing trouble for Mr. again...

"My dear, please step back."

Jiang Qiyan secretly raised his head, his eyes met the emperor's for a moment, and then he quickly looked away, feeling a little sad.

His father looked at him with such relief, as if he had finally gotten rid of some unlucky star.

"Let's go home," Pu Tingsong took the crane cloak that he had been holding for a long time from his arms and pulled him up from the ground.

With steady steps, the study gradually disappeared in the snow mist and could no longer be seen.

"Why are you injured again?" After walking a long way, Pu Tingsong suddenly asked him in a low voice, "When were you injured?"

"Be smarter in the future and don't let yourself get hurt again."