Chapter Three: The Noble Consort’s Fury

The little boy’s body was round and plump, and he looked adorable, yet the moment he spoke, his tone was commanding. “How dare you! You haven’t knelt before me, the Seventh Prince!”

Seventh Prince Feng Linye was the favored son of the Noble Consort, and Feng Wuchen certainly recognized him. Many of the scars on Feng Wuchen’s body had been inflicted by Feng Linye himself.

Feng Wuchen glanced around nervously, stiffening his neck as he weakly said, “Seventh Brother, why… why are you here?”

Feng Linye often bullied him; it seemed that changing his clothes had made him unrecognizable. The fear inside him made Feng Wuchen instinctively want to run away.

“Is that you, you wretched bastard! Where did you steal those clothes? I didn’t even recognize you. How dare you try to run when you see me?”

Upon closer inspection, Feng Linye recognized this was that illegitimate child he had tormented. His attitude immediately became even more arrogant.

“Kneel over there quickly and let me step on your back, or else you won’t like what happens!”

He pointed toward the rock at the foot of the artificial hill. The stones there were sharp and rough, easily scraping skin if one was careless. Kneeling there while someone stepped on his back could rub his body raw.

Feng Wuchen bit his lip. “Seventh Brother, I’ll go find someone to help you down.”

Feng Linye obviously hadn’t expected Feng Wuchen to refuse him. Furious, he picked up a stone by his feet and hurled it at Feng Wuchen’s head.

“How dare you try to run! I’ll have people beat you every day and starve you!”

Feng Wuchen barely dodged, but the stone grazed his cheek, leaving a fresh blood mark on his pale, gaunt face.

A wave of mixed emotions surged in Feng Wuchen’s heart as memories of past abuse flooded back. His body trembled, and gritting his teeth, he knelt on the jagged stones.

“Hmph, truly a wretched bastard!”

No beating, no lesson learned.

Feng Linye spat disdainfully and carefully climbed down the hill, using Feng Wuchen’s back as a foothold, deliberately stepping heavily twice.

“Seventh Brother, please hurry, I can’t hold on any longer.”

Feng Wuchen’s knees ached sharply; his frail body wavered, barely able to keep kneeling.

“Ugh! Who do you think you are, calling yourself my Seventh Brother? You’re just an unwanted bastard!”

Feng Linye kicked twice more, as if avenging Feng Wuchen’s near escape.

“Yes, Your Highness Seventh Prince…” Large beads of sweat rolled down Feng Wuchen’s forehead as he swayed, on the verge of collapsing.

“Seventh Prince Your Highness—” The distant calls of palace maids and attendants grew louder.

“I’m here!”

Feng Linye cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted toward the approaching group.

Then, with a thud, the two of them fell heavily to the ground.

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“Your Highness Seventh Prince!!”

The arriving attendants’ hearts stopped at the sight before them.

Good heavens, this was the precious son of the Noble Consort, who usually received harsh punishments for even the slightest injury.

This time, it absolutely must not be serious!

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