Ten years ago.
"Jing'er, why can't you win your father's favor! Do you know that Xiao Ning and Rong Heng have already overshadowed me in the palace!
I am the queen of the harem, Xiao Ning is just a concubine, why, why!"
Su Xinyu screamed in despair in her sleeping quarters. She looked at Rong Jing's expressionless face, picked up a jade cup beside her, and threw it at him in anger.
Rong Jing looked at his hysterical mother. Over the years, he had become used to it and was tired of it. Although he was now the Crown Prince, he still had to endure Su Xinyu's abuse and venting.
He stood firm like a pine tree, unflinching, as the jade cup brushed past his cheek and shattered, leaving a bloody mark on his forehead.
"Why, why didn't you dodge?" Su Xinyu asked in a daze.
Rong Jing raised his head, his narrow peach-blossom eyes slightly squinting, and said, "It is my incompetence that angers you, Mother. Are you satisfied?"
