When I was ten years old, I was favored by the prince of the dynasty and stayed in the prince's mansion as a counselor. Over the past few years, I have tried my best to help the prince eliminate dissidents in the court and was appreciated by the emperor. Until his younger brother passed the exam and became famous, and was about to marry the daughter of a wealthy businessman. I asked the prince for a favor to support my brother. But when I got home, I discovered that my parents and I couldn't even enter the wedding hall. The younger brother's eyes were arrogant: "Brother, this No. 1 Scholar's Palace is not suitable for ordinary people. I will take you to a shop on the outskirts of the city to have something to eat later." My father and mother staggered, straightening and bending down along the way. And I was holding in my hand the canonization edict given by the prince to our family, and I smiled disdainfully!
