When I was five years old, my stepmother said, "He pushed me."
The prince said one word: "Kneel down."
Below the knees are broken porcelain. The board fell all night. The lights went out. No one came.
Later, he was expelled from the palace and played chess with an old man in Zhongnan Mountain for three years. The old man said, "You want to win so much." He said, "I don't want to win. I want to be seen."
Later, he won the first prize in the exam, beat horses and conquered the streets, and the city was filled with bonuses. He did not look at the prince. The prince didn't look at him either.
He thought this would be it for the rest of his life. If you don't see it, you won't see it.
Until he uncovered an old case from seventeen years ago and discovered that his mother did not die of illness.
It wasn't until the bowl of white fungus soup that his stepmother brought every day that he smelled the smell of Hedinghong.
Until the prince was about to die, he touched his head with cold hands. Just once.
The moment he had been waiting for all his life.
This is not a revenge story.
This is the story of a child who "no one came to", walked a long way, and was finally seen.
The trouble in the world lies in not seeing.
