"Brother Zhao, is it really okay to take her back to Dali?"
…
Zhao Jingting said nothing and just drank tea. Mu Nanshan did not continue to ask questions. He turned his face sideways and stared at the pure white and holy snow-capped mountains outside the window.
At this time, he missed his mother very much.
To be honest, he doesn't like Lu Minglan. To be more precise, he is not close to Lu Minglan. This kind of lack of closeness is inherent. Mu Nanshan doesn't know if other mothers and children are like this. , alienation and respect are far greater than closeness and harmony.
Lu Minglan's background is very embarrassing for the Beidi royal family. She is the Princess of Dali, so she is naturally very noble, but she is only a commoner princess, and her mother-in-law's origin is just a humble tea palace maid. Not to mention her background in Beidi, even in Dali, she could only marry into a middle-class family at most, let alone marrying into a foreign country thousands of miles away. As a humble concubine, she was doomed to have a rough and rough life. hardships.
And Mu Nanshan is undoubtedly her only hope. As long as he can remember, Mu Nanshan has known how difficult it is for his mother. His mother endures humiliation and hardship all because of him, his mother is scheming because of him, and his mother borrows a knife to kill someone. For him, his mother was willing to lie under an old man, but for him...
He has always been a filial child. There is never a day when he doesn't feel sorry for his mother, and there is never a day when he doesn't feel guilty and ashamed. It seems that the tragedy in his mother's life is all caused by his own hands. Even his eldest sister, at a young age, He went to a foreign country to be a hostage and lived on the edge of a knife every day. All this misery was because of him.
He felt that he was the most shameful existence in the world, and he could only survive because of the sacrifices of his mother and sister.
But is this really all because of him
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"Little prince, this is certainly not because of you," Song Tong had enlightened him more than once. "The hardships faced by Princess Duanhui and Shuo are her own choices. She is not willing to be an unloved and mediocre woman. Her son is mediocre, so she chose her current life. As for the princess and the little prince, I think the wisest thing Princess Heshuo did in her life was to send the princess to Dali, don’t you think? "
He said nothing.
He knew that Mu Nanzhi was indeed living a good life in Dali, but he did not feel relaxed, because Mu Nanzhi's happiness was a fluke. If Lu Zhishan had not been there, if Lu Zhishan had not been defeated in southern Xinjiang, If Lu Zhishan was unwilling to marry Mu Nanzhi that year...
He couldn't even imagine it.
"Mr. Song, do you know?" Mu Nanshan said softly, "Ever since I was a child, I have always felt that I am the most shameful existence. My food and clothing were all bought by my mother and eldest sister. With my beauty, Or with tears, over the years, I have gradually grown from a bastard born of the humblest vixen to a noble little prince, stepping on my mother's humiliation and eldest sister's fear every step of the way... "
He didn't continue talking, and naturally Song Tong didn't know that every time Lu Minglan came back from the sweat tent, he had to take a bath for more than an hour, wanting to rub off a layer of his own skin.
And Song Tong had no idea how timid Mu Nanzhi was, but even such a timid person always protected him.
Everyone said that children don’t remember things, but Mu Nanshan remembered clearly that when he was a child, whenever those fierce Beidi women broke into their tent, the eldest sister would protect him behind her and said to him over and over again: "Shan'er is not afraid. , sister is here..."