Nine Thousand Years (2)

The Ninth Prince was choked up, unable to understand why this guy had suddenly transformed from a terrified, panicked state into a hardened, stubborn one. No matter how many times he was tortured, he never gave up struggling; this bastard truly infuriated people.

Chu Yu's expression remained unchanged as he cast a glance to signal his servant. That eunuch possessed immense strength, directly pressing Chu Fengqi's head down, wanting to force him to eat the rotten steamed bun on the ground, preparing to enjoy the sight of his humiliation for amusement.

Even at this point, Chu Fengqi could still smile calmly. While everyone was excitedly waiting for him to beg, the youth picked up the disgusting steamed bun from the ground and threw it straight at Chu Yu. It was so accurate that even the eunuchs standing in front to shield him could not escape the collateral damage.

"Aaaaa! Damned useless trash! How did you shield me?!"

"Your Highness... Your Highness, be careful!"

Pampered in luxury since childhood, the Tenth Prince had basically never touched such things. His severe germaphobia made him scream instantly. The Ninth Prince standing nearby had originally intended to step in to block it, but remembering the ingredients inside, he immediately stayed three miles away. At the same time, a slimy lump also flew straight into the Ninth Prince's face, turning his expression pitch black.

Inside the steamed bun were toad carcasses and several dead insects.

Chu Yu was utterly furious. Having no time to settle scores with Chu Fengqi, he hurriedly fled in a wretched state, his head covered in brown slime.

The Ninth Prince did not even dare to scream, fearing that the filthy thing would flow into his mouth. His face was pale as he hurriedly brushed off the sticky substance on his body and ran after the Tenth Prince.

After they left, the youth slowly stood up, his movements sluggish. When he walked into the Cold Palace, his legs trembled non-stop. Only when he entered the room did he collapse as if liberated, leaning against the door, drenched in cold sweat.

The youth lifted the hem of his robe to check the condition of his knees. The bruising had spread, and his legs were covered in overlapping blue and purple marks, so tragic that it would make anyone's heart tighten.

But Chu Fengqi did not feel much about them, only knowing that the main culprits were those who had just bullied him.

Even when looking back, he felt his perspective was very strange. It did not belong to anyone, yet he knew clearly the current and future trajectories of everyone's development.

His name was Chu Fengqi, the child born of a one-night stand between the Emperor and a palace maid. His mother had failed in the palace intrigue; pregnant with him, she was banished to the Cold Palace, raising him until he was fourteen before letting go and leaving this world.