Abandon Son to Rule the World

In the forty-sixth year of the Yan Dynasty, on the nineteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, it snowed heavily. The moment the Ninth Prince Li Ye'an was born, his mother-in-law Shu Fei died of a collapse of blood. In less than a quarter of an hour, he became an ominous disaster star in the mouth of the entire imperial city - killing his mother and bringing evil to his fate. No father looked at him, no mother and concubine protected him for half a day. He was thrown into the cold palace, the most remote part of the palace. The walls leaked from wind and rain during the rainy season, and there was often not even a bowl of hot soup. The only portrait was trampled to pieces and burned by the eunuchs, and the only nun who cared for him died of illness and no one cared about him. The royal brothers pinched his chin and called him a bad luck star, laughing at him as "it's better to jump into a well". He never argued, never resisted. Bow your head, give in, be forbearing, lingering in the crevices of the rocks like weeds. But there was always a fire burning in his heart. He has long seen through the ruthlessness of this imperial city - the so-called "destiny" is just a knife used by others to kill people; the so-called "disaster" is just the original sin of the helpless. He does not seek glory and imperial status, nor does he seek to change the world. He just wants to live. I just hope that one day, all the people who have humiliated, trampled on, and killed his mother and concubine - Blood debts must be paid with blood.