Chapter 48: Beautiful Princess VS Crazy, Sickly, and Jiao (Spoiled) Tyrant 25

“Fourth Prince! Save the slaves! Save the slaves!…”

“Fourth Prince…”

The screams of the palace servants made Pei Tingche’s face pale.

He begged, “Mother Concubine, they have been with me since I was a child, even if they have no merit, they have worked hard. Please let them go!”

“Good child, you are still young and don’t understand the sinister hearts of people. The journey between Shuangxue and Zuiyue Xuan is not smooth, and those damned slaves actually led you to Zuiyue Xuan. Could it be that they had some malicious intentions and led you to Concubine Li? They are harming you, and their crime is even more serious.”

Pei Tingche crawled forward, reaching out cautiously to tug at the hem of Pei Tingche’s skirt.

“Mother Concubine, it has nothing to do with them, it’s this son’s fault! It was this son who heard that Concubine Li had a talking parrot and found it novel, so I asked them to take me to Zuiyue Xuan! I beg you, Mother Concubine! It’s all this son’s fault!”

Pei Tingche lovingly stroked Pei Tingche’s little head and said gently, “Tell Mother Concubine, what else did Concubine Li say to you?”

“She… she saw that I liked this parrot, so she gave it to me, saying that it could be well nurtured, and this parrot can talk.”

“Nothing else?”

“Nothing else!”

Outside the main hall in the snow, the sound of begging for mercy was getting smaller and smaller, gradually disappearing.

Pei Tingche’s small face was filled with horror, and he begged loudly, “Mother Concubine, quickly tell them to stop! They will be beaten to death!”

“Just a few small slaves, they will die when they die.”

Pei Tingche sneered, “Che’er, you will be fighting for the position of Crown Prince in the future, and being soft-hearted will only be your stumbling block.”

At this time, the executing palace servant wiped his hands clean before running in quickly, “Your Majesty, they are all dead.”

Pei Tingche said with a blank expression, “Hmm.”

When Pei Tingche heard the eunuch’s words, he suddenly looked towards the snow, where several bloody and blurred corpses were lying stiffly. He slumped to the ground in despair.

“Che’er, Mother Concubine tells you. People… cannot have fetters. Once you have fetters, have concerns, it will become your weakness, your weak point.”

Pei Tingche raised his head, staring blankly at Pei Tingche, who smiled very gently, her expression as kind as the most benevolent deity in the world.

“The parrot can’t be kept either.”

“Yes!”

The eunuch received the order, opened the cage, reached in and pinched the parrot out. The little parrot did not perceive the danger, and was still chirping.

“No! No! Mother Concubine! This son will obey, this son will obey, please let it go!” Pei Tingche’s expression was terrified.

Pei Tingche remained unmoved with a cold face.

The eunuch also ignored Pei Tingche’s plea, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the parrot and threw it heavily on the ground. The little life twitched dyingly, and then breathed its last.

The tender little face was full of blank fear.

He stared blankly at the dead parrot on the ground, unable to accept that the little parrot, which was still alive just now, died in front of him all of a sudden.

Pei Tingche frowned, walked over, and half-squatted down, her eyes full of pity.

She brushed away the messy hair from Pei Tingche’s forehead, her movements gentle.

“Che’er, Mother Concubine is doing this for your own good. These unimportant things will only distract you, and indulging in pleasure will lead to failure. Only your father’s favor is what you need now. Whether our mother and son can gain a foothold in the palace depends on your father’s love for you, understand?”

Pei Tingche closed his eyes, and tears slowly fell down his cheeks.

Pei Tingche: “Go outside and kneel for a quarter of an hour to reflect on yourself.”

Seeing this scene, Ning Wanguan’s fists were clenched, and she couldn’t wait to give Pei Tingche two punches.

Snake-hearted beauty! !

Would a normal mother treat her child like this?

Moreover, he is only three or four years old!

She was filled with grief and indignation, and suddenly understood why Pei Tingche’s character was so twisted and perverse. Under the oppression of this kind of mother, who can grow up healthy and complete?

At his age, even his three views have not been established.

Pei Tingche gritted his teeth, wiped away his tears, and walked straight out of the hall.

The cold wind swept across, and the wind and snow rolled, and the snowflakes fell on his body piece by piece.

On the small body, gradually revealing white.

And not far from where he was kneeling, there were several stiff corpses, which were the personal servants who had been with him since he was a child. The corpses were also slowly covered by heavy snow.

Pei Tingche lowered his head, staring blankly at the corpses, his face frozen white, his face full of frost, and he could not see any expression.

Although Ning Wanguan did not have much affection for the adult Pei Tingche, she still felt pity for such a small one, freezing and being punished in the snow.

She squatted down, wanting to hug him.

But her body was transparent, and she passed through his body all at once.

This was in his dream, and she was a person who did not belong to this world at all.

Ning Wanguan sighed deeply and said softly, “You are not wrong, it is your mother concubine who is wrong, she should not treat you like this.”

Pei Tingche suddenly raised his head and looked in her direction. His eyes were deep and deep. Ning Wanguan was stunned for a moment. Did he see her?

But the next second, he lowered his head again.

As if nothing had happened.

Just as Ning Wanguan was puzzled, a gust of wind swept in and engulfed her whole body into the darkness. When she opened her eyes again, it was already a different scene.

It was in the imperial garden, where several seven or eight-year-old children were playing.

But upon closer inspection, it didn’t look like they were playing, but rather like bullying. Among them, a slightly older child was the leader, instructing other children to bully a small and weak child.

Ning Wanguan saw at a glance that the child being bullied was Pei Tingche.

From his figure and appearance, he could be vaguely recognized. At this time, he was about seven or eight years old, but his figure was weak and small, even smaller than children of the same age.

Curled up on the ground, he was kicked and beaten by several people.

The children’s feet did not control the lightness and heaviness, and almost hit him to death. After a while, Pei Tingche was beaten with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

But he stubbornly did not say a word, and did not shed a single tear.

The leader was the Third Prince. The Third Prince was condescending: “You weren’t quite eloquent in front of the imperial father just now, why don’t you talk now?”

Pei Tingche stared coldly at the Third Prince, his gloomy black pupils like a deep pool, cold and penetrating.

“Little monster!” The Third Prince cursed, “Don’t look at me with such eyes! What are you all standing there for? Beat him!”

A little prince next to him couldn’t help but say, “Third brother, if you continue to beat him, you will cause problems, and the imperial father will investigate!”

“What are you afraid of? With his cowardly appearance, dare he complain to the imperial father?”

“His mother concubine…”

“What is his mother concubine? She is nothing. In this harem, it is all up to my mother empress.”

“What the third brother said is true.”

The Third Prince spat and cursed, “Unlucky!”

Several children then left triumphantly.