If there is reincarnation, please don't faint in front of my mother's door again

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My mother saved a beggar, only to later find out he was the Emperor, a man whose single word could make people lose their heads.

Thus, I possess a secret that must never be spoken.

The current Emperor is actually my father.

But I am not a princess; I am but a servant to the Emperor's favored concubine.

The Emperor's favored concubine feasts on delicacies from the mountains and the sea.

I collect the leftover pork bones from her meals to feed my little dog.

Later, when my dog was about to be beaten to death by them,

I pleaded with the Emperor to save my little dog.

But they said it was just a stray dog.


1

On the day my mother died, the old yellow dog at home also passed away.

I was left alone with a newborn puppy.

Every day, I took the puppy with me to beg on the streets.

I ate steamed buns, and it ate the peels, both of us were emaciated.

The puppy was especially small, and since I was illiterate and couldn't read, I couldn't give it a name.

I said, since my name is Shine, I'll call you Glimmer.

The puppy's eyes had just opened, and it let out a faint whimper.

I felt we were in the same boat; its mother had died, and so had mine.

Its father might have been the old black dog next door or the spotted dog across the street.

As for my father, I had only seen his portrait.

Tall, thin, with small eyes and a gaunt face, he didn't look like me at all.

But although I didn't look like my father, I was the spitting image of my mother.

One month after my mother's death, as I was begging on the street with Glimmer,

We squatted by the wall, and whenever someone passed by, I would say, kind-hearted person, have mercy on us.

Glimmer was too young, it could only wag its tail.

We worked quite well together; I would adjust my words based on the fineness of the shoes that passed before me.

If it was a pair of black cloth shoes, I would say, kind-hearted person, we haven't eaten for two days, have mercy on us and give us a bun.

If they were a bit more intricate, with patterns embroidered on them, I would squeeze out a couple of tears, lower my head, wipe them away, and say, kind-hearted person, I am an orphan, without father or mother, and I have to raise a newborn puppy, have mercy on us and give us a few taels of silver.

Today, the pair of shoes that passed before me was extraordinarily different, with a bright yellow base and golden threads embroidered into a golden dragon churning in the clouds, shining brightly under the sunlight.

I lunged forward and hugged the thigh of the passerby, wailing: "Kind-hearted person, I have a heartless father and a mother who died early. Now I am all alone, with only a little dog for company. Please give me and my dog a meal."

After speaking, I looked tearfully at the man with a golden dragon embroidered on his shoes.

I was stunned.

This person looked exactly like the father in the portrait.

At this moment, I did not know that my life was about to be turned upside down.

2

Just the day before, I was still begging on the streets.

The next day, I entered the Forbidden City, which everyone speaks of with reverence and sanctity.

I put my little dog in a cloth bag, saying, "This is all my belongings."

An old nurse, seeing my pitiful state, lifted the cloth bag, saw a little dog's head poking out, and then covered it back up,

"The Forbidden City is strict, keep your things safe."

I nodded carefully.

I asked the old nurse, who was the man in the golden yellow clothes who had me brought into the palace.

The old nurse said, "That's the Emperor, the most esteemed person in the world."

I nodded.

So, I found out, it turns out my father is the Emperor.

I didn't understand what it meant if my father was the Emperor; I only knew that the neighbor's kid, Chubby, his father was a butcher. Chubby had a father, so he never went hungry, which is why he was plump and fair-skinned.

At night, as I held my puppy to sleep, I thought, if I had a father, would I not go hungry anymore?

I thought a lot, and the next day I got up with big dark circles under my eyes, called by the old nurse.

The old nurse said, "The Emperor wants to see you."

I was extremely nervous.

Carrying a gray bag with my puppy inside, under the guidance of an eunuch, I met the most esteemed person in the world according to the old nurse.

He sat on the dragon throne.

I knelt on the ground, my head pressed tightly against the floor, the gray bag in my arms motionless.

After a long while, I heard the Emperor say, "Raise your head, let me see."

So I raised my head.

He stared straight at me, his gaze as if looking through me at another person.

Suddenly, he grabbed a teacup from his side and threw it at me.

My vision turned red; I touched my forehead, and there was a lot of blood.

I looked at him in confusion, my father whom I had never met.

But he said I was not his child.

He glared at me viciously, saying that a butcher's child could never be presentable, it was disgusting.

I didn't understand why he said I was a butcher's child; the butcher's child was clearly Chubby. My father was the man in the portrait, and that man was clearly him.

I wanted to tell him he was wrong; I was clearly his child.

But then, his next sentence made me never dare to tell anyone that I was his child again.

He clenched his teeth, his eyes seemed to want to tear me apart, and he said in a very strange tone, "Fortunately, you are not my child; otherwise, having a child with a slut would be a stain on my life."

3

He bashed my forehead until it bled, and I didn't cry, but when he called my mother a slut, I cried.

I kept shaking my head, tears streaming down, I said my mother was not a slut.

My mother was the gentlest person in the world.

My mother told me that my father was the best person in the world, and she said that if my father saw me, he would be very happy.

But if he was my father, how could he call my mother a slut?

My mother always said that my father would come back to us.

But until my mother died, she never waited for the person she wanted to wait for.

I don't understand, my mother waited for him so persistently for twelve years, how could she become a slut in his mouth?

He is the noble emperor, a single word from whom can make people lose their heads.

I thought, if he was not my father, would I not be so sad?

But he is my father, I know clearly, I knew the first moment I saw him.

I can't help but want to get close to him, I want to ask him why he only came to find me now.

But he is the most esteemed person in the world; he smashed a teacup on my head, and he said my mother was a slut, so I dared not.

I just knelt on the ground, my head tightly pressed against the cold floor, tears dropping one by one onto the floor.

I was too young, I didn't understand many things.

I wanted to go home.

But my mother was gone, I had no home.

I only had a little dog with me.

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