Chapter 150

Outside, snow swirled through the air, while inside, the room was bathed in bright light. Zhen Wan was being held captive. Pei Jinxiu had told her that the moment he heard the news of her death, he had experienced a fleeting moment of confusion and sorrow. Zhen Wan did not believe him. Could a man like that truly harbor such emotions? What Zhen Wan did not know was that Pei Jinxiu had been the son of an abandoned concubine. Before he was even born, his mother had been cast into the cold palace on false charges against the Empress; he was the child born within those desolate walls. His birth mother passed away shortly after bringing him into the world. As the son of an outcast, his situation was dire; he often had to fight dogs for scraps of food. Everyone pitied him, and everyone bullied him. Yet, he never felt particularly pathetic; he believed that as long as he had a bite to eat, that was enough. As for where to sleep, he simply lay down on the floor.