In the Dajing court, everyone knew that the orphan of the Su family was a loser.
Su Chenyuan was born weak and had no special skills. He could not ride a horse or bend a bow, nor could he plan for political affairs. He was the most ridiculous decoration in the entire imperial city with the false title of a marquis.
The late emperor was merciful and left him alive. The new emperor who ascended the throne regarded him as a thorn in his side and a thorn in his flesh, but he did not bother to deal with him personally, and only allowed everyone in the government and the public to trample him wantonly.
Colleagues ridiculed him in public, dignitaries humiliated him at will, and officials made trouble for him. Even the petty officials in the palace and the guards in front of the palace dared to step on his dignity.
He had no backing, no wings, and no way out. He was trapped in the red-walled court hall with his broken body. He was humiliated every day and felt cold every step of the way.
Everyone laughed at him for being cowardly and incompetent, laughing at the complete destruction of the Su clan, and laughing at him for lingering on and being a minister in vain.
No one knew that the joints of his hands hidden under his wide sleeves were clenched until they turned white; no one saw that his gentle and numb eyes were buried with ten years of undying blood hatred.
He used his ruined body as a shell and humiliation as an armor to crawl and survive in the cannibalistic court.
Thousands of tramples were applied to the body, and the frost and cold penetrated the bones.
When the wind blows, the remaining bones can split the sky, and Shen Yuan can finally overthrow the court.
