In the evening, he tried his best to get out of Wujin Xuangong, the farther away from this damned emperor and this damned place, the better.
After Emperor Noel found out about his plan, he almost turned the place where he lived into a prison with layers of guards.
During those days, Oswald mastered all kinds of skills by self-taught, such as picking doors and slipping locks, building plank roads to hide old warehouses secretly, and the height of the road is one foot high and the devil is one foot high.
It's a pity that the palace is a palace after all, it's not easy to get in, and it's even more difficult to get out.
At that time, Oswald was unwilling to talk to anyone except occasionally talking to the old butler Ian beside him. He disliked everything in Ugin Suspended Palace, except his half-sister, Sara, the only daughter of Emperor Noel.
Sara was almost the only one in the palace who had no scheming or grudges, and only came to care about him.
Probably because they share a father like that, so Oswald can't show disgust towards her because of the sympathy in some aspects. This only sister was nearly ten years older than him, and sometimes even took care of him more meticulously than the elders, she was the most gentle person he had come into contact with since he was a child.
For the first time, because of Sarah, he had a vague idea of what family care and closeness were like.
When Oswald first came to Ugin Suspended Palace, Emperor Noel only said that he was his father, and didn't even tell him who his mother was or what kind of person she was. Of course, Oswald suspected that the emperor himself might not even remember.
Later, it was Sara who secretly helped him inquire with the old man in the palace, and only then did he come up with a result.
"I heard her name is Bai Hill, she is a tall beauty! She has transparent and beautiful eyes, just like you." When Sarah told him, she secretly took out a roll of parchment: "I I sneaked around St. Antis and found a folk painter to paint a picture for you. Well—it’s just based on the description, maybe it doesn’t look like that.”
That was the first time Oswald heard about his mother, and the first time he saw what his mother might look like.
The woman in the painting smiled very gently, and her eyebrows and eyes were indeed somewhat similar to his own. It was probably because of this that he felt a sense of familiarity, as if he still had a little memory of her.
After that, he very occasionally dreamed of Sarah handing him the parchment a few times, and he never had a three-dimensional impression of that beauty named Bai Hill.
So, when he saw a tall beauty in the drowsy dreamland with mixed cold and heat, he almost didn't realize who it was.
The woman in the dream was just like Sarah described, with almost transparent eyes, extremely clear. Her hair was long and thick, and the color was very different from Oswald's, a very light platinum blonde. Her smile is not as gentle as it is on the picture scroll, but has a sense of freshness and brightness of a girl, and she seems to be able to make some pranks in the next second.
"He's so small, it's fun to pinch his fingers." Oswald saw her leaning down to look at him, and rubbed his face with a smile: "Why is he so dumb that he doesn't even know how to cry?" ? I want to make him cry."
Oswald: "..."
He actually wanted to open his mouth to speak, but found that his mouth seemed to be sewn shut, and no sound could come out.
Everything in the dream seemed to be separated by a layer of fog, and everyone's faces and voices were not clear. He vaguely heard a middle-aged woman's voice yelling angrily: "Bai, don't pinch him all the time, he's sloppy, be careful."
The woman's voice was getting closer and closer. When the voice fell, Oswald saw a gentle and kind middle-aged woman appearing above him. She looked much shorter than Bai, and she smiled a little bit. very similar.
"Dad, don't you want to come and see him? He's smiling." Bai You smiled and shouted back.
"Can you laugh?" A deep voice came from far and near, and then, a figure much taller than ordinary people appeared in front of Oswald. The middle-aged man's shoulders were so broad that he could almost wrap his daughter and his wife in his arms. As soon as he came over, he frowned and said, "Why didn't you cover him with a blanket? It's almost winter, and he got a cold going to be sick."
Oswald stared at them blankly, and was covered by a warm blanket in the next second, but he didn't know if the blanket was too small, and the warm feeling only stayed on half of his arm.
He felt a little uncomfortable from the cold, so he couldn't help trying to reach out and grab a couple of them, and stubbornly pulled the warm blanket into his arms, hugging him tightly, trying to make himself warmer...
"Hey - wake up! Hiss - my ribs!"