Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don't Be Too Sweet

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You’re an Imperial Child

Author: 橙子澄澄

Source: Instadoses

His satin black hair was neatly tied in the purple and gold crown. He has slim eyebrows – slightly raised, slender eyes – long and narrow, and a face like a crown of jade.

His temperament was chilly and mid, and the perimeter was imposing without being too incisive.

Everything on display about this young man was just right.

But his means were totally different.

He would never stop and leave a way out for people if he could exterminate them completely.

Emperor Hongyuan looked at the youth who was getting closer and closer, his eyes in a trance. He couldn't help but recall their meeting when he had just returned to the palace.

At that time, he came to know that Wei Qing had been forced to take his own life in Xinghua Village to atone for his crime.

When he inquired about it, the young man offered no explanation, and merely said, "I was soft on him, they way he was soft on me."

Yeah, no one would be soft on him. That was why Wanrong died so grievously, so miserably.

The world they lived in was inherently cannibalistic, and once they had the benevolence of women, they would only be eaten.

In a flash, the young man had entered the palace.

The kneeling old eunuch slightly went off-kilter. "The servant greets the king."

The Emperor returned to his senses and smiled at the young man. "You're here."

His eyes landed on his face that still had tender angles. The scars that were strewn across his right face have disappeared. He was beautiful and charming, three points resembling Wanrong, and seven points more like him.

"I came just to get an answer." The young man stood in the center of the palace, looking at the emperor next to the imperial bed from afar. "Your favor has brought my mother to her doom, and sent me to the precipice time and time again. Father, sometimes I even suspect that you don't love me, but was instead using your love to push me into the limelight, attracting sharp knives and dark arrows to protect the people you really want to protect. Is my guess right?"

The Emperor choked. He looked at the young man who refused to approach, and didn't answer immediately, but summoned the old eunuch to feed him the medicine.

Only after a long time did he speak.

"I am the ruler. In this position, every decision I make will have extreme duality.

I love you, and you are the Emperor's son, but behind the scenes, there will be countless people who want to put you to death.

If I don't love you, you're just rotten dirt in the ground, and even the lowest maid in the palace can openly bully and trample you.

So I'd rather you stand tall with your halo and face the cold knife. At least you still have the advantage to contend against one or two, rather than being a fish in a platter to be slaughtered.

The fate of the emperor's family is already decided. You have no choice – either step on the bones of others to climb up, or let others trample on your bones to rise up.

I can't protect you forever. If you want to live in this place, you can only grow up on your own, relying on your own skills. If you can climb to the top, there's nothing you can't do in this world."