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My mother named me Yuejun because I was always greedy for moon cakes when I was a child.
When I was twelve years old, my mother died, so I sold myself into a brothel in exchange for food.
The old madam called me Xiaoyu: "This face is enough for a male prostitute."
When I was sixteen, I jumped into the carriage of a rich lady, and she took me in as a maid.
The lady renamed me Xiaozhi, and after taking two bites of the snack, she gave it to me: "Good Xiao Zhi, help me eat it."
Later she fell in love with a poor scholar and a romantic young man, and I castrated them overnight.
Later, the young lady married a high-ranking official, and I became her most beautiful concubine - although no one found out that I was a boy.
Until her husband needed a scapegoat, I nodded and said yes.
On the day of Lingchi, the lady cried and fed me mooncakes. I frowned: "It's too sweet."
There was an uproar when the executioner stripped me of my clothes.
Before the knife fell, I suddenly remembered: Oops, I forgot to tell the lady that I am a man.
Intention: In the desperate situation of survival and the struggle of power, human nature is like a candle in the wind. A soul shaped by hunger, on the way to destruction, inscribes the only remaining true name with blood as ink, paying tribute to the fleeting glimmer of light in the abyss. This story aims to explore the resilience, distortion and humble desire for warmth of human nature in extreme environments, and reveal the struggle and sinking of low-level individuals in the torrent of fate.