Listening to the other children crying, Mu Xianning couldn't help but frown and snorted, "Don't cry! Crying won't change anything! If you want me to let him go, you should take up arms!"
As if seeing herself as a child, Mu Xianning yelled angrily. Before she was five years old, before she met her father, she was just like that child, a weakling who could only cry.
The child was startled by Mu Xianning's voice and stopped crying immediately. He gritted his teeth and tried not to cry out, but still looked at Mu Xianning with a horrified look on his face.
Looking at the unfamiliar Mu Xianning, her originally joking expression turned serious and deep. Jun Ruoshui felt an inexplicable doubt in her heart. Inexplicably, she felt as if she was carrying something unimaginable.
For Mu Xianning, it was hard for him to imagine that a fifteen-year-old girl faced those so-called relatives who hated her in the entire palace, whether it was her brothers and sisters or the concubines in the palace, he was deeply moved.
He deeply remembered the look in Ning Guibin's eyes that cursed and resented Mu Xianning. He had seen what she had gone through to obtain the throne today, but he could not imagine how a fifteen-year-old girl could endure it.
of?
Yes, what would happen if she was just like the child in front of her and could only cry? Would she have died a long time ago in sorrow?
What was she like as a child? She lost her parents at the age of seven. Was she even deprived of the right to cry?
Inexplicably, a flash of pain flashed through Jun Ruoshui's heart. Her eyes were locked on Mu Xianning, and she couldn't say a word because of the heavy feeling in her heart.
Mu Xianning stared at the two children, and her eyes suddenly became foggy.
The scene in front of me seemed to be back in the twenty-first world.
It was a desolate street. In an old store on the corner of the street, a fat boss was beating the little girl who was curled up on the ground, and yelled, "I let you steal! I let you steal."
Thing! A stray dog like you should be beaten to death!"
The little girl hugged the bread tightly, huddled on the ground, and refused to let go despite being punched and kicked. She was only five years old, and she chose to steal just because she was hungry. But is there anything wrong with being hungry? Why did she
Do you have to be beaten just to fill your stomach?
She had forgotten to even cry. She could only bite her lower lip and bear the beating that almost knocked her malnourished body out of her life. A tear fell from the corner of her eye.
"Crying and patience are useless. If you don't stand up and protect yourself, no one can help you." Suddenly, an adult's voice came from not far away, impacting her young heart.
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That voice made the fat boss stop his movements, and he began to scold a sturdy old man in the distance, "Why are you meddling in other people's business! Get out of here!" But he didn't notice the little girl with dark eyes, trembling to herself.
Stand up next to you.
When the fat boss was about to turn around and beat her violently, the little girl's empty eyes flashed with resentment and viciousness. She actually picked up the knife that the boss had just thrown on the ground after trying to kill her, and rushed straight towards the boss.
The next second, the boss fell down in surprise. He never expected that a little girl of five or six years old would stab him with a knife. Because he was afraid of death, he immediately fell to the ground and screamed, "Help! Help!
