Poor people must be hateful, and hateful people must be miserable.
Yan Xiaoqing once compared my misfortune with mine. After hearing his story, I thought that I was indeed not as miserable as him. At that time, my compassion suddenly overflowed. But who knew that this guy would change the subject and actually tell me those tragic stories?
He made it all up.
Today, when I heard the conversation between the two people below, I was shocked to realize that what he told me back then was all true.
I was afraid that Yan Xiaoqing would jump down, so I quickly pressed his shoulders and signaled him to calm down.
In fact, I thought too much.
Yan Xiaoqing relaxed all over, her face was calm, as if she hadn't heard anything, and she looked at everything below calmly.
The two princes slowly walked away, Yan Xiaoqing lowered his head and glanced over his shoulder, and I quickly retracted my hand.
He curled his lips: "It seems that Xia Yan has taught you a lot during these years."
Mentioning Xia Yan, I couldn't help but say with pride: "Well, he has indeed taught me a lot over such a long time."
Yan Xiaoqing's eyes darkened, and he said to me as if he was joking: "If the person stung on the tree today is Xia Yan..." He turned his head and looked at me: "What would he do?"
I answered without hesitation: "He will endure it."
"Tolerate?"
"That's right, endure the pain, endure the anger, endure everything, and when the time is right, strike down with thunderous means so that the enemy will never have a chance to stand up again." I looked at him and said word by word.
Yan Xiaoqing stopped smiling and his eyes became gloomy. I knew that this was the anger and unwillingness in his heart.
Most of those who are unwilling are those who have been wronged. If this grievance cannot be expressed in a short time, it will accumulate into resentment. Hate often lasts longer than love. Judging from Yan Xiaoqing's various experiences, I am afraid that this hatred will be long-lasting.
It has been buried for many years.
As soon as I finished speaking, the two people who had walked away came back again.
He probably came out to get some air, so he started to say again as he walked: "Brother, the eighth brother is so close to the orphan now, and the emperor doesn't care about it."
"What does it matter? My father values my eighth brother. The orphan is just a dog beside my eighth brother. My father just gives him a bite of food for his sake."
"Brother, we must not underestimate the ability of Solitary Seed. Haven't we suffered too much since he came back? Even Xia Yan almost died in his hands." The fifth prince reminded with lingering fear.
"Haha, no matter how capable you are, it doesn't matter? You are just a child who was played as a prostitute since childhood." The eldest prince vented his anger.
Boom...my brain suddenly exploded into pieces.
Child molestation...child molestation.
The temperature of the air became serious and dangerous because of these two words. Not to mention Yan Xiaoqing, even I couldn't help but want to rush down and beat these two people up.
Just as I was about to go down, a strong arm was suddenly placed on my shoulder, and I turned around in shock.
Yan Xiaoqing looked forward with an expressionless face, and his hands were tightly clasped on my shoulders, with his fingers spread out like eagle claws. Although the grip was not painful, it gave people a powerful force that could not be broken away.
My heart was contracting violently, and I didn't know what to say or do.
Before, I was most worried about whether Yan Xiaoqing would kill me and silence me, but now I am most worried about his mood.
For a long time after the two crows left, Yan Xiaoqing and I were speechless. Apart from the sound of breathing, there was an extremely ironic laughter in the distance.
My dry and hoarse throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton. I broke the silence with difficulty: "He... they are talking nonsense. Don't take it to heart."
