The palace of Rong Si is not far from Li Qingmu's place, so he didn't take a carriage, but walked slowly.
The air outside is somewhat better than inside the palace, at least not as oppressive.
Behind him, four maids followed closely, each with their heads lowered, looking very docile.
Li Qingmu walked with his hands behind his back, appearing calm, but his heart was cold.
That kind of coldness is like a bone-deep sore that lingers.
He really couldn't understand why a mother could be so cruel to her own flesh and blood.
She drugged him, erased all his memories, and then trapped him in a gilded cage, letting so-called teachers tell him about his life experiences over the years, weaving a false life.
The absurd thing is, he has to accept all of this!
Deprived of freedom, monitored daily like a prisoner, every move reported to her, even drinking water, eating, and using the toilet, without exception!
If this continues, he'll go insane!
