Future Princesses

35. The Past of Prince Zhengge

Xiao Li et al looked at Liu full of curiosity.

"Actually....."

#FLASH BACK ON#

On a cold night in a palace was precisely the residence of the king's concubines.

"Kill.." King Yin ordered his guards.

"You may kill me but not my son" said the woman weakly "even though she exists only by accident" smile sincerely "think this is the last request before my departure" said the woman was really sincere while stroking the love of the new child born him.

"Give him the name Zhengge. I don't expect him to be a prince you can give it to a palace lady who is married but has no children yet" said the woman was still focused on looking at her child affectionately.

"Heh. I thought you were a woman who had no side of humanity" chirped the cynical King Yin.

"Know whatever cruel I was in the past but now I'm a mother" smiled wryly.

Five years later in a garden inside the palace...

"Hey you bastard went there you aggravated the view of this beautiful garden" shouted a child aged about six years to the boy who was sitting by the fish pond in the park, his age was one year younger than the boy who shouted earlier.

The boy did not respond to the screams of his mother's other brother he remained silent while staring blankly ahead.

"Hey you are deaf quickly get away" he shouted again with passionate emotions but still still did not get a response from the person he shouted and heard.

Yes, the boy sitting by the pond was Prince Zhengge Yin.

He was used to being cursed by princes and princesses in this palace, even he was always beaten up by all the palace residents.

He never wanted to be a prince, even he always thought how wonderful it would be if he immediately caught up with his mother in heaven.

King Yin never noticed it even he did not know what kind of appearance of King Yin himself whose notabunya was his father.

Prince Zhengge had been living his day with nothingness.

He saw that there was a big hole that was always looking for a way by all means so that he got the purpose of life that had always been in his dream.

But empty, all his efforts never came to fruition and from then on all his thoughts were dead! the sooner the better, so that he does not need to feel the torment of birth or innerness that will haunt him for the rest of his life.

Little Prince Zhengge was still silent on the edge of the artificial pond, his gaze turning to a puddle that would never recede despite the long drought...

What was his mind at that time 'what if I went into the water and swam happily like a fish in there? I want to be a happy fish!'

The little Zhengge Prince standing slowly began to approach towards the pool of his feet as if he did not want to stop, his sane thoughts were already washed away by his childish delusion.

The byurr!!

The voice of the little Prince Zhengge who threw himself into the pond...

He could not mengasfas his chest felt as tight as water began to enter his lungs pain slowly he felt along with his vision that began to blur...

'So the fish turned out to be torturous but if this time I'm not going to be more fun' his inner self before his consciousness was completely gone by then was also engraved with a sweet smile that he had never shown again during these three years.

"bu bu kan tu (mother saw the fish)" pointed the little prince zhengge when he was two years old at his nanny who had been considered like his own mother.

"Bu atu mu at right (mother I want to be a fish)" he said with an adorable tone typical of small children "silly light? (looks like fun?)" Continue again while focusing on staring at the fish that had been swimming here and there.

The foster mother of the little Prince Zhengge smiled wryly "you know the prince being a fish in the pond is not pleasant" gently rubbing the mane of the little Prince Zhengge "they could not freely swim where they wanted to because of the small pool" staring straight at the pond "as if birds were in a tightly locked cage, they will not be able to get out of the life storyline that their master has arranged" throw a rough breath "because their life and death are set in that cage"

"Mom? (Mother?)" Prince Zhengge said as he tilted his head, he did not understand at all what the long sentence said by his Foster Mother was.

"Whatever happens in the future remains my beloved little Prince" said the foster mother as she hugged the tiny body of little Prince Zhengge.

One month later in a simple contest room that was provided specifically for the servants.

There was a woman who was already lying weakly on the contest, her body was thin as it was unkempt, her face was pale but still able to smile sweetly even though she was as strong as she could resist crying.

"Mom?" call little Prince Zhengge who still does not understand the circumstances.

In his hand right now there is a bowl of porridge that other servants deliver to his foster mother, he thought his mother had always been short of food because her body was gradually getting thinner.

"Kan duyu yar bu at (eat first let the mother strong)" he said while thrusting a mouthful of porridge towards the lips of his foster mother.

"My son" softened the weak voice of Prince Zhengge's little foster mother as she shed tears, the stubbornness she had built up all this time collapsed she realized her life would not be long... because the strange disease he had suffered so far had reached its peak.

"Bu bu jan ais bu (mommy don't cry mommy)" he said, putting the bowl of porridge to the nearest reach and wiping the tears of his foster mother.

Little Prince Zhengge who did not know what could only join in crying which he knew mugkin his mother was currently in pain to make him cry.

Little Prince Zhengge lightly scowled his foster mother's hand because only that hand could be reached.

He continued to slowly massage the hands of his foster mother who had looked like bones and skin was very thin, while crying as he pleased.

She was afraid that her foster mother would leave her she was so scared, at that moment she was really scared.

The hand of the foster mother clasped the weak fingers of Pangran Zhengge little then his hand raised like he wanted to mangelus mane hair Prince Zhengge whose length had reached the back.

Not yet had the hand touched the mane of little Prince Zhengge. His hand fell and his gaze blurred 'god if this is my last moment please don't let his smile fade' the inner prayer of the foster mother before her consciousness was completely lost.

"Mom?" Call little Prince Zhengge to his foster mother he thought his foster mother was currently sleeping due to exhaustion so he did not want to wake her up.

Little Prince Zhengge rose to the top of the contest and also laid his tiny body beside his foster mother.

Expect a warm hug from her foster mother who she knows is sleeping flying into dreamland and will not return.

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