I took the blame for the wet nurse's son and was a slave in the Royal Horse Prison for three years. When I returned home after serving my sentence, my whole family regarded the wet nurse's son as the real young master and took away my title, engagement and family ties. They made me sleep in a stable and work as a foot-washing slave, and even wanted to drive me away on my birthday. Only then did I realize that my "amnesia" was all a lie. Three years of pain and the deliberate harm to my family made me heartbroken. Just as the candidate for the proton was vacant, I asked myself to go to northern Xinjiang on behalf of the prince.
