That autumn, Xiao Lin picked up a little beggar in the downtown area, casually named him "Aqi" and raised him as a toy.
The little beggar took it seriously. A plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and the words "Good morning, Your Majesty" every day make my whole heart go out.
Above the court, Xiao Lin turned his back to him and said, "He's just a lowly beggar, just throw him out."
Aqi was dragged out of the hall and looked back at him - not with hatred, but with relief.
He's gone. Leave three words: thank you.
Xiao Lin searched for three years, chased for seven years, and waited for ten years. The sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the window sill was replaced by three thousand plates, and finally a letter came: He is married and living a good life.
Prince, the little beggar you picked up doesn't want you anymore.
