"If Prince Yingxiu really has the intention of rejecting people thousands of miles away, it is safe to say that you are not the real Prince of Zhongyou, so give up all my thoughts."

Ying Xiu's pupils trembled as if he had been struck by lightning.

Gu Sansong continued: "Prince Yingxiu's desire for survival is the strongest I have ever seen in my life. Even at the end of the road, he is still struggling to survive. I really appreciate this."

He looked at Ying Xiu steadily: "You hope that you can still be used by others, and you hope that your status as 'Prince' can still be a bargaining chip in your hands, so I am here to fulfill your wishes."

The dim candlelight flickered on Gu Sansong's face, making the shadows between his eyebrows and eyes even more unpredictable.

Ying Xiu's eyes flashed twice, his cold fingers curled tighter, and he stared intently at the other person's abyss-like eyes.

The body subconsciously tenses up like a string, and the emotions in the heart are endless.

After a long silence, his clenched fingers slowly loosened, Ying Xiu let out a long breath, and his tense body slowly relaxed.

His eyes were indifferent and he said: "I can't understand. How can I help you with my false identity as the prince?"

Gu Sansong laughed: "If I don't tell you, who in the world will know your true identity?"

He stood up, his eyes as bright as fire: "Even if a few people know about it, as long as your heart is cruel enough, Your Highness, I believe that no one will be able to say this from now on."

Ying Xiu's body was shaken, and he suddenly raised his head, unable to suppress the murderous intent in his eyes: "You actually want to use my hand to deal with my mother!"

Gu Sansong's back was stretched extremely long by the candlelight, and the shadow on the wall was three points darker than the shadow inside the room.

He wiped away the smile on his face and looked at Ying Xiu with a somewhat pitiful look: "You treat her as your mother, but she only treats you as a substitute."

There was a roar in Ying Xiu's head, and a violent wind and tsunami suddenly arose. Gu Sansong's words were like a poisonous sharp knife, stabbing directly into the vital point with precision.

For a moment, Ying Xiu felt like he was being burned by fire again, and his heart was filled with pain.

During these three years of suffering, he had never thought about why his memory always went awry in the past.

For example, he has a light taste and does not like spicy food. When he was a greedy boy, he ate two more bites of sweet cakes. His mother would gradually look at him in a strange and distant way.

For example, if he went to You Pavilion to refine ghosts for his own use and strengthen his own realm, his mother would look at him with the same strange and appraising eyes.

At that time, Ying Xiu didn't understand what such a look meant, but he vaguely realized that this was definitely not the way a mother looked at her son.

Therefore, he prefers to travel abroad than stay in the Zhongyou Dynasty where thousands of people support him.

Even if he is in the middle of nowhere, staying by his mother's side, he will try his best to disguise himself and follow his broken past.

Pretending that he was free from sex, loved reading, indifferent to fame and wealth, and quiet and inactive, he tried hard to piece together and imitate the shadow of his former self little by little.

Only in this way can his mother's eyes truly reveal a soft-hearted tenderness when she looks at him.

Time passed, and only tonight did he suddenly realize that all of this was just his own delusion.

Substitute, what a ridiculous title.

Ying Xiu slowly closed his eyes, and the dim candlelight shone coldly on his gauze-wrapped face. The cracked scars under the gauze became more and more ferocious, and hatred slowly climbed up the nerve endings like a poisonous net.

At this moment, he realized Ying Ji's selfishness and cruelty.

Why would she create him as a substitute after her son died and suffer in this world?

Now he lives like this, hated by people and abandoned by dogs, all because of her!

In the end, he was just a puppet in her hands. He should live the way she wanted him to live.
Chapter completed!