The night is too cold, and too frigid.

Since the age of twenty-three, she stepped into the palace and never left. She had never seen her parents or relatives.

Only my aunt remembers me. No one else does.

It matters not whether one lives or dies, except to their mother. No one else cares.

In this dilapidated cold palace, the former glory has long since vanished. Her once raven black hair is now dry and brittle, as white as snow.

The door creaked open and a gust of cold wind blew in.

Yun Jin Nian's eyes were cold and distant. He looked out towards the entrance hall, only to see a person leading a child. The child was about ten years old, very thin with large, vacant eyes that seemed unable to focus on anything.

And that person's face became clear. "Ah..." Yun Jinnian gaped, but his mouth was toothless, his tongue pulled out.

"Ah, ah…"

That's Mo'er, that child is Mo'er, the Mo'er carried for ten months.

“Ah…”

Yun Jinnian tried hard to climb over, only to discover that his hands and feet had been severed, leaving him with nothing but a single leg. His ragged clothes tore apart, revealing sharp, bloody stumps. There was no other sound.

Tears streamed down my face, my heart was breaking.

A sword was pressed against the child's neck, but the child didn't react at all. He stood there dumbfounded as the blade cut through his throat, and the blood trickled down to the ground.

"Ouch!"

Yun Jinian shook his head, tears falling quickly.

He also saw the swordsman, a peerless figure who was once known as the "Twin Jewels of the Capital" along with Zhu.

She was just a commoner, yet she clung to this empress's cousin, step by step pushing her into this situation.

"Get everything out, or else your son will die today!"

What's that?

What is it?

Yun Jinnian didn't know what else Zhu Mo had taken from him.

It was only crawling on the ground, like a dog, begging Zhu not to harm the child.

Zhu looked at Yun Jinnian's appearance, smug and pleased with himself. He kicked Mo'er aside with one foot and waved his hand to summon people forward. Those people carried wooden buckets in their hands, and the buckets were still steaming hot.

A bucket of boiling hot water was poured onto Yun Jinnian's head, scalding him. He couldn't scream from the pain, and he fainted.

The tattered garment fell apart.

"None? How could there be none?" Zhu Jian, exasperated, shouted, "Get this palace a proper arrangement!"

Yun Jinnian only felt pain, a lot of pain.

And those eyes that had once shone so brightly were now just looking at the child sitting on the floor.

I don't care about anything anymore, only him. Only him.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor has sent someone to inquire if you have obtained the treasure map?" a eunuch whispered outside the door.

Zhu glanced at Yun Jinnian, who was on the verge of death at this moment, and said, "Give me a good thrashing!"

Yun Jinnian widened his eyes.

You, you, I Yun Jinian curse you, curse you to die a terrible death, curse you to repeat my mistakes today, and let you suffer a bad end throughout your life.

Yun Jinnian looked down at his son, who was hanging his head on the ground.

"Mo'er ah, Mo'er ah."

Mother, I'm sorry. Mother, I'm sorry. If I had known I couldn't protect you, I shouldn't have given birth to you.

Yun Jin's eyes were blank, her face full of pain...