Quick Transmigration: The Foolish Beauty Saves the World

Chapter 137 The Useless Prince's Power Seizure (15)

Yu An's condition improved slightly, and the eunuch sent someone to take him back indoors.

This place was not worthy of Jingli's presence, but Jingli insisted on going with him. Seeing that his eyes were red, the eunuch turned a blind eye and let him go.

The living quarters for the palace servants are similar to the dormitories in the previous two worlds of the story, but they only have two floors.

As Jingjing said, under Langyue's care, Yu An did not sleep in the communal bed with the other palace servants, but had her own small bed.

But at this moment, the bedding on the bed was crumpled into a ball, wet from something, and emitted an unpleasant, fishy stench.

Yu An's small bundle was torn to shreds, and his meager belongings were scattered outside, making him look particularly pitiful.

Jingli rolled her eyes, feeling that if it weren't for that energy lamp, she would probably have fainted from anger.

The palace servants temporarily placed Yu An in the tidiest spot on the large communal bed. The boys had already been brought in, and before Jing Li could even ask them anything, they were terrified and stammered out all the information.

The story begins yesterday.

Yu An was bestowed upon Jingli by order of the emperor himself, and was personally received from the slaves by Lang Yue's trusted confidant.

It could be said that even before Yu Anren arrived, his name had already become a topic of conversation among the palace servants.

The palace servants who followed Jingli did not live with these ordinary palace servants. The palace servants who were fortunate enough to witness Langyue fanning Jingli for Yu'an that day became the center of this conversation.

"I heard that the young prince kidnapped this child to compete with the sixth prince's little rabbit."

"Huh? Isn't that a little beast?"

“Indeed, I heard that—” the palace maid winked and mumbled the emperor’s name, “when he bestowed this servant upon our Highness, he said it was just a plaything.”

"Isn't it a rabbit?"

"Her Majesty was furious, and the young prince... sigh."

……

The mentality of fawning on the powerful and belittling the weak is all too common, and it is no exception in this world with its strict hierarchy.

Who in the palace doesn't know about the slave quarters? Anyone who comes out of there can basically step on anyone's foot, let alone Yu An, who is helpless, still young, and suspected of using his looks to please others.

These words spread throughout the palace staff, and Yu An became someone everyone could bully.

Yesterday afternoon, Langyue's confidant brought Yu An over and instructed him to take good care of her.

"Although this child was requested by His Majesty, the steward should treat him equally with His Highness. He should be disciplined as needed, and especially not let him think that he can act recklessly just because he has benefited from His Highness's favor."

This statement wasn't made to hide anything from others; it was meant to let the palace servants know that Yu An was no different from the other palace servants.

But it sent another signal to the palace servants—they shouldn't be afraid of this guy just because of the Emperor's words and His Highness's favor; he should be made to suffer.

When Qi Jingjing arrived in the afternoon, Lang Yue's confidants were still there, and the atmosphere was still harmonious.

But starting from dinner, Yu An was targeted.

The palace servants' meals were all provided in a unified manner, and Yu An also had his own tableware. The steward who served the meals did not treat Yu An's food harshly, but whether he could eat the food depended on his ability.

His body was smaller than Jingli's now, malnourished and thin. If a child slightly older than him bumped into him, Yu An would drop the rice bowl he was holding in both hands to the ground.

Even when he fell, he protected the food, only spilling a little soup.

"How can a blond-haired brat who can barely walk serve His Highness like this?"

The boy who spoke snatched the bowl from Yu An's hand: "If you don't want to eat, then lick the soup off the ground!"

The people around were either laughing or looking down and pretending not to see. Yu An got up from the ground and tried to snatch the bowl back from the boy, but was pushed to the ground by another boy.

"Her Majesty said, don't think you can do whatever you want here."

"Stop thinking about entering the palace until you behave yourself."

Having grown up among the servants, Yu An had learned to read people's expressions at a young age. He could tell that these boys had influence among the palace servants, and he also knew that he was new to the place and shouldn't cause trouble, so he could only grit his teeth and swallow his anger.

It's just a meal, he thought to himself. He could just like he was among the slaves, sneaking out at night to pick up some leftovers to fill his stomach.

And so, he stayed up until night.

Following his confidant's instructions, the steward arranged a separate small bed for Yu An.

This small bed should have been placed in a quiet place, but since Lady Yu came in a hurry and there were many palace servants in the living quarters, there was no space available for the time being, so the small bed was temporarily placed in a small corner of this shared room.

Langyue originally took care of him because he was young and small. Firstly, she was afraid he would be bullied if he shared a dormitory with others. Secondly, he would be dealing with Jingli in the future, so he wouldn't stay here forever.

But others don't see it that way.

How can a newborn baby like this deserve to sleep on such a brand new mattress?

Since we don't sleep in shared dormitories, it doesn't matter if it gets dirty or wet.

Someone stole his new bedding and replaced it with a set that was already moldy, but Yu An could still accept that.

But when he returned after wiping himself off, the musty-smelling bedding was already wet and had an added nauseating, fishy stench.

It smells like urine.

Yu An's little face tensed up.

Although he was patient, he was not one to be bullied. He respectfully knocked on the steward's door and led him to the bedsheets that had been urinated on.

The manager was at his wits' end: "Who did this?"

The boy occupying the innermost part of the dormitory said, "Sir, maybe this little guy wet the bed and is too embarrassed to admit it?"

There was another round of laughter.

The person in charge couldn't figure it out and was too lazy to deal with it.

The palace servants had their own power dynamics. These boys had a bit of a background among the palace servants. Although it wasn't enough to make them look impressive, it was enough for them to swagger around among the ordinary palace servants.

The manager, not wanting to cause any more trouble because of Yu An, let the matter drop.

Yu An hugged his bundle, rolled up the urine-stained, moldy mattress, revealing the bare bed frame.

He thought optimistically that he could make do for one night.

At night, after everyone's breathing had calmed down, he quietly got out of bed and tiptoed to the kitchen—

He was caught red-handed by another boy on night watch.

"I knew you little bastard wouldn't behave."

Yu An felt as if he had encountered a vengeful ghost.

The boy found a rope, searched Yu An thoroughly, and made sure he wasn't carrying any sharp weapons. He tied him up tightly, stuffed a rag into his mouth, and threw him under a tree.

"You can stay here!"

The boy's tying skills were so bad that it was unclear who he learned them from; the more Yu An struggled, the tighter the ropes became.

His small dagger had been taken from him when he left the group of slaves, and now he had no way to break free using only his hands and feet.

Helpless, he could only sleep under the tree all night, hungry and bound.

"Look, he actually dares to sleep?"

"Wake up, who gave you permission to enjoy yourself?"

A bucket of cold water was poured over Yu An from head to toe. Yu An almost choked. Before he was fully awake, he felt himself being hung up.

The laughter of a boy going through puberty is exceptionally hoarse, like a demon crawling out of hell.

Yu An hung suspended in mid-air, swaying back and forth, with stones being thrown at him from time to time, hitting him, but he could no longer feel the pain.

He closed his eyes, a hint of hatred rising in his eyes for the scene that had brought him out—but that hatred quickly dissipated.

This is only the first step towards his goal.

He also had to thank that foolish third prince for saving him a lot of time.

Take a shortcut; you only need to suffer a little.

Then—he still has a whole life to spare.

When Yu An opened his eyes again, his eyes were filled with ambition.

As long as he lives, he can destroy everything he is suffering now.

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【small theater】

Yu Yuanyuan (trapped and corrupted version): She's sand! She's red bean paste!

Yu Yuanyuan (love-struck version): Tie me up, tie me up, tie me up!

(A short skit by Good God Jin)