When Lu Yuan was stuffed into the palace, he still had half a piece of osmanthus cake stuffed by the master in his arms.
He huddled at the end of the line, his three-year-old body wrapped in a large gray cloth slave uniform, like a little beast that had been wet by the rain. But those eyes were too bright, with pupils as clear as the gilt lamps in the corner of the palace. However, their skin was as white as if it had been covered with a layer of fine snow. Among the children with sallow faces and thin skin, they looked like a white plum that accidentally fell into the mud.
After a series of screenings, Lu Yuan was successfully retained. After several months of thinking. Lu Yuan relied on his cleverness to find a godfather for himself.
Worked in the palace for two years.
A recommendation made it harder for him to leave the palace...
"Go to the East Palace as a reading companion. His Royal Highness is in need of someone of similar age."
Lu Yuan's heart skipped a beat. He remembered that the master said before leaving that the last thing in the palace should be the person on the dragon chair and the chair in the east palace. But now he was being held down and kowtowing, and his forehead hit the cold gold brick, making a soft sound.
It wasn't until he was led to the prince's bedroom that he realized belatedly that the face he had deliberately soiled when he sneaked in had been washed clean by hot water, and his gray cloth clothes had been replaced by a moon-white brocade jacket - clearly to dress him up to be "conspicuous".
"Lu Yuan."
A cold child's voice came from above. He raised his head suddenly and met a pair of eyes that were colder than him. The prince was only five years old. He was wearing bright yellow uniforms. He was sitting on the couch and reading a book. The sound of his fingertips running across the pages was particularly clear in the quiet palace.
"My servant is here." He lowered his head hurriedly, the hair on the back of his head trembling.
