But he didn't do anything after all, just got up silently, pulled the old clothes on his body that were crumpled by the fighting, and slowly walked towards the dilapidated little courtyard.

From the age of five to now, he has lived alone in this courtyard for five years.

Closing the courtyard door, he walked to the door of the only room in the courtyard with a red lantern - this was given to him by an old lady who was sweeping on Chinese New Year's Eve last year, saying that it was auspicious.

Closing the door, he silently pulled out something from his left sleeve: two oiled paper-wrapped, deep-fried golden buns—he had learned to leave himself a way back a long time ago.

After gobbling one up, he swallowed his saliva, and finally carefully wrapped the remaining one up and carefully placed it under the pillow - although he wanted to eat it, if he finished eating it now, he would have nothing to eat at night.

It's not every day that you get lucky enough to get the leftover good stuff in the dining room.

With that, he walked over to the windowsill of his room.

In the pot with a horn missing, there was a peony that was almost as tall as his whole person.

It was his most precious thing—and the only thing his mother left to him after she hanged herself.

Everyone in the palace knows that the deposed queen raised a peony that never bloomed - this has long become a joke in the harem.

It is said that it is just a low-grade product, after the catastrophe in the Chaohuang Palace, the peony that was once carefully raised by the former queen was uprooted and thrown on the ground as waste.

It was several days before he sneaked up on the place in the palace where he disposed of the discarded debris that was about to die.

He didn't love peonies much, but after all, this was the thing his mother used to love the most.

He found a broken flower pot, added some soil, raised it in it, and poured some water on it - even he didn't expect that this peony would survive like this.

For four years, counting the days that passed little by little every day, there was such a flower to accompany him, and after such a long time, he really had a trace of affection for it.

Even if it is indeed a peony that does not bloom.

He thought, probably in this life, there is only such a peony that can accompany him, maybe it can live longer than himself.

After all, he was not very old, and he was pressed and bullied again, and he began to be a little dazed and sleepy at this moment.

He simply sat at the table, and he was going to sleep by the window for a while—he had nothing to do anyway.

Something blinding light forced him to open his eyes, and then he opened his mouth wide. Ba –

The peony flower that was placed by the window was shining from the branches to each leaf.

Then, as if in a dream, the topmost part of the flower bloomed into a fist-sized bud at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Open...... Blooming?

Even in precociousness, he was only a ten-year-old child. Seeing such an unknowingly something, his first reaction was to run.

I've never heard of a peony blooming like this!

But the little bud seemed to have a magical power, firmly attracting his attention—he wanted to see what it was?