12dz Chapter 142: Ying Yong’s Memory (2)
Chapter 142: Ying Yong’s Memory (2)
The Fifth Prince is the son of Concubine Jing. He is ten years old. Although they live in the same courtyard, he never plays with Ying Yong. However, Ying Yong knows Concubine Jing's temperament, and he believes that the Fifth Prince is absolutely unwilling to accept the status quo.
The Sixth Prince is only nine years old. He is the son of the deceased Concubine Yun. He is now raised by the Queen and is considered half her biological son. The Emperor treats him very well.
The Seventh Prince is the son of Concubine Yu, who is eight years old. Although he holds a high position, that is all because Concubine Yu’s family is a military family. In fact, the Emperor does not have deep feelings for her, and he only treats her son in a way that is acceptable for the sake of face, without any extra care.
The Eighth Prince was him. He seemed to be the least favored child. Compared with the other princes, he had too little. Fortunately, he had a good mouth for pleasing people, and the Second Prince was the most susceptible to this, so they got along well.
The Ninth Prince is the Queen’s child. He is only six years old, just the right age to go to school. The Emperor and the Queen dote on him very much. It’s obvious that they want him to be a leisurely prince, away from all the court disputes.
The tenth prince was six years old and was the son of a princess who was married to a foreign prince. Although she gave birth to a son, she could not gain status by virtue of her son and her rank remained that of a concubine. Because she was not favored, her situation was similar to that of Shang Jieyushi, but her personality did not match that of Shang Jieyushi and the two of them did not stick together for warmth.
The eleventh prince was only three years old, and was the son of Huapin. It turned out that Huapin was just a beauty, and somehow she was promoted to such a high position after giving birth to a son. It might be because her father was a newly appointed official in the court and a favorite of the emperor.
The twelfth prince was still in his infancy. He was the son of Concubine Su and still needed breastfeeding, but the emperor was very concerned about him and would visit him every now and then.
Little Ying Yong knew that there were some things that did not belong to him, and he could not get them even if he fought for them. But Concubine Shang did not allow him not to fight for them. Concubine Shang wanted honor, status, to help the family, and even the emperor's love. Little Ying Yong did not know if this was what every son should do. He only knew that after a day of school, he had to deal with everyone without showing any reluctance, and then report everything to his mother and see the proud expression on her face.
Gradually, he began to blur the line between right and wrong, and he began to have trouble understanding what the teacher taught in class.
From the age of seven to sixteen, he had been the Second Prince's dog for nine years. Because he couldn't survive as a human. This was the palace, and there were many reasons for death without explanation. He could only get as close to the Second Prince as possible, please him, and surround him. The Emperor once disliked him because he was too thoughtful, but fortunately, he would kneel down and beg the Second Prince with tears, and the Emperor doted on the Second Prince so he didn't say much.
But Shang Jieyu has always been a Jieyu, no matter what Ying Yong does, she is just a Jieyu. She attributed it all to Ying Yong pleasing the wrong person. As she grew older and her looks faded, her temper became worse. Both mother and son were not favored and had no rewards, but she screamed and cried out in pain, smashing all the objects in the house to the ground.
Ying Yong tried to stop her, but was pinched by Concubine Shang. Although he had already joined Chongyun Sect, he still endured it in front of his own mother, leaving five deep scars on his arm. Later, he asked a doctor to remove them. He didn't want to see the scar. If his body was as clean as before, he could pretend that his mother still loved him.
He remembered that when he went to Chongyun Sect, the Second Prince made a big fuss, even crying and shouting in front of the Emperor. Ying Yong stood obediently at the bottom of the stairs and said that he would not go and would just give the place to his brother.
The emperor didn't even look at him, and gave the second prince a lecture. The queen was there stroking the second prince's chest, promising to give him better things. After a while, the emperor looked up in surprise and asked, "Why are you still here?"
Yes, why is he still here, watching others being happy and having a happy family? Why is he so fascinated by other people's stories? Is it because he unconsciously puts himself in their shoes? Isn't the queen loving? She loves so many people, can't she love him a little? Ying Yong just smiled and said, "Your son is always here to share your worries. Seeing that your father is in a good mood, your son will leave."
"No!" The second prince had acted spoiled enough, and returned to his brotherly and respectful appearance. He grabbed Ying Yong's hand and refused to let him go. "It will be very hard for my brother to go there. I can't go with you now, so don't feel sad. Remember, no matter where you go, we are brothers, and I will think of you no matter what happens."
Then you give my mother a position, okay? As long as I have status and identity, she will no longer torture me and let me suffer forever. Of course he didn't say anything, he knelt down and kowtowed, pretending to be ecstatic: "I know that my second brother has always been so concerned about me, it is really my blessing."
He looked up and saw the Second Prince's crooked smile, and he felt disgusted and cruel. These people were better at acting than him, but they thought that asking him to kneel down and thank them was equality. Respect was something they would never expect on the stage in their entire lives. Ying Yong smiled apologetically, because he was born with the ability to smile. He smiled when his mother beat him, when the Second Prince asked him to lie on his stomach and ride on his back, when he faced his father's cold attitude, and when he was forced to watch the Seventh Prince die.
Ying Yong knew it. How could a concubine from a military family give birth to a living son? He watched the seventh prince drown in the water. The second prince turned around and asked his good brother, "Let's bet on how long he can struggle. Who will win?"
To reply to the second brother, the second brother won.
Ying Yong, you have deceived me again. Be careful or I will punish you for deceiving the emperor later!
In reply to my second brother, I did win, but I won because I was able to make this bet with you, which is something that many people cannot ask for. Since I have already won once, it is only fair that you should win once too.
Hahahaha, eighth brother, you are more talkative than those palace maids and eunuchs around me. But you are wrong, I don't want to win once, I want to win every time.
I will remember this.
That night he watched the Seventh Prince die in the water, and his second brother threatened him with a bet, but the indifference in his eyes was not an act. He knew that this was just the emperor's instruction, and maybe the Second Prince didn't have that intention at all, because those things were his since birth. But as an emperor, he was used to seeing bloody storms and brothers killing each other, so he couldn't help but consider the Second Prince.
If you don't obey, you will die. Ying Yong knew that the emperor hated him. If he wanted to live, he could only be a knife of the royal family, be a loyal follower of the second prince, and help him when choosing a team, so as to save his life.
Later, the tenth prince also died, along with his mother, in the palace.