After faking his death, he stopped pretending to be a substitute.

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In the winter of the twenty-fifth year of Da Feng Chengqi's reign, the coldness prevailed.

Xishan Villa on the outskirts of Beijing.

The cold wind howled, making people shiver, and a few dead branches in the yard were swayed by the cold wind.

I don't know whether it was because the wind outside the window was too loud or because it was too cold. The man lying on the bed in the room slowly opened his eyes, struggled to stand up and leaned against the bed. His pale, almost transparent hands pulled the quilt to his body, resisting the window. of loneliness.

His eyebrows are delicate, and his hair is scattered behind him like ink, making his face even whiter and as transparent as snow.

The color of her lips was not the bright red of a healthy person, but the bloodless paleness of a man, and the look between his brows showed the tiredness of someone who had been sick in bed for a long time.

Perhaps he was feeling unwell. His brows were furrowed and his bloodless thin lips were pressed into a straight line. His eyes were as clear as cold stars in the dark night, with a heavy sense of desolation.

It looked like a weak crown, but those empty and desolate eyes looked like a dying old man.

The man is Feng Jinglan, the prince of the Great Feng Dynasty. No, it should be said that he is the deposed prince now.

As the legitimate son of the empress and the fifth son of the current emperor of Da Feng, her mother was born in the Li family, a family of military generals who had made great military exploits for Da Feng.

As soon as he entered the palace, he was canonized as a queen and was favored by the emperor. He was also canonized as a prince from birth. After he turned one year old, he was often carried in and out of the Qinzheng Hall by the emperor, allowing him to pick up the jade seal and play with it as he pleased.

His favor can be said to be unmatched by any prince or princess in the palace.

But the prince, who had been favored since childhood and would inherit the throne in the future, united with the general's office to plot rebellion three years ago.

The general's mansion was raided and executed, and the queen hanged herself in the cold palace. The prince who once had the favor of thousands of people was sent to prison and tortured for three months.

In the end, the emperor thought of his family ties and did not execute him. He only abolished his position as prince and imprisoned him in the Xishan Villa.

Three years ago, when Feng Jinglan, who was only twenty years old, was carried out of the prison, his legs were broken and his tendons were severed. Not only did he become a complete disability, but he also suffered from a series of underlying diseases. According to the imperial doctor, he would not live past his thirties.

From then on, he became paranoid, violent, unpredictable, and never regained his original gentleness.

"Cough...cough..."

Feng Jinglan covered his mouth and coughed. It was a light cough at first, and then turned into a heartbreaking cough.

The coughing finally stopped, but a trace of black and red blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his lips, like a red plum blooming in the snow.

He shuddered in pain, and his empty and desolate eyes finally regained their luster, revealing a hint of pain.

"Your Highness."

The closed door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a woman dressed as a maid came in. She was the maid Longmei sent by the emperor to take care of her.

Longmei hurried forward with the medicine bowl. Seeing the blood on the corners of his lips, he quickly placed the medicine bowl neatly on the small table in front of the bed. His voice trembled slightly: "Your Highness, why are you coughing up blood again?"

She took out her snow-white handkerchief and gently wiped the blood from the corners of Feng Jinglan's lips and fingertips. Then she picked up the medicine bowl and said, "Your Highness, it's time for you to drink medicine."

"Take it away, don't drink." Feng Jinglan coughed violently again: "Ahem..."

"Your Highness, please drink the medicine, so that your illness will be cured." Longmei persuaded softly.

Feng Jinglan's dark and cold eyes were filled with gloom: "I told you to move away, didn't you hear?" He raised his pale hand with visible cyan veins and flicked it hard.

With a "clang" sound, the medicine bowl was knocked to the ground.

Long Mei knelt down quickly: "Your Highness, please calm down, your health is important!"

"Hey, fifth brother, what's going on?"

The door of the house was pushed open from the outside again, and a man in rich clothes walked in.

Seeing the person coming, Feng Jinglan narrowed his eyes slightly and his face suddenly turned cold.

"My servant has met His Highness the Second Highness." Longmei saluted the man, knelt down, picked up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, and stepped aside.

The visitor was the second prince Feng Jinghong, who was shrouded in a black cloak.

Feng Jinghong slowly walked to the bed, looked at Feng Jinglan with his narrow eyes, and said with a half-smile, "Fifth brother, I am here to see you."

He was imprisoned in the Xishan Villa for three years. The person who appeared the most often was Feng Jinghong. Every time Feng Jinghong came, it was just to humiliate him.

"Get out!" Feng Jinglan spat out one word softly, his tone was cold, and his weak voice was as cold as frost in winter.

"Feng Jinglan." Feng Jinghong stretched out his slender fingers and pinched his chin hard.

Feng Jinglan's brows frowned for a moment, and he was forced to raise his head, his pale and gorgeous face showing obvious disgust.

His eyes became darker and colder, and his eyes were full of anger: "Let go!"

"It's been three years, and you still look so aloof." Feng Jinghong squinted his eyes, his expression cold, and his hands became harder: "Do you think you are still the noble prince? Now you are just letting me do it. A useless person who is rounded and flattened."

A trace of pain appeared on Feng Jinglan's pale face, and a thin layer of sweat on his forehead showed the fact that he was trying his best to endure it.

Feng Jinghong raised the corners of his lips proudly: "What, does it hurt?"

What he responded to was a deep sting on his hand.

Feng Jinglan opened his mouth and bit his hand with all his strength. Even though the smell of blood spread in his mouth, he did not let go.

Looking at that posture, I wish I could tear off a piece of flesh from the hand in my mouth.

Feng Jinghong felt pain and pushed hard.

Feng Jinglan's back hit the head of the bed unexpectedly, and he let out a heavy groan.

"Your Highness~" Longmei's expression was full of worry.

Feng Jinglan frowned, raised his hand to wipe away the scarlet red on his lips with the cold back of his hand, and raised his head slowly. His eyebrows were calm, but he couldn't stop the ferocity in his eyes.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Feng Jinghong, his tone full of mockery: "Second brother, you are still so childish."

The face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and the blood stains remaining at the corners of the mouth gave the picturesque face a frail beauty.

Morbid yet gorgeous.

Giving people an urge to abuse.

Feng Jinghong stared at his face, a brief absence of concentration flashed in his eyes.

"This face is really pretty."

He suddenly stepped forward, his hand subconsciously touched Feng Jinglan's cheek, and his thumb gently wiped away the remaining red marks on the corners of his lips. A trace of madness flashed in his eyes: "I really want to ruin your face."

The disgust on Feng Jinglan's face had reached the extreme, but he didn't have the strength to raise his hand and slap away the disgusting hand. Strong hatred, unwillingness, and forbearance flashed through my heart, and finally calmed down.

"Why are you here today?"

Feng Jinghong looked dazed for a while, then stood up suddenly and took a few steps back.

"Winter hunting begins in three days, and it happens to be at the Xishan hunting ground. Father, please be kind and allow you to participate." He looked at Feng Jinglan with a smile: "Fifth brother, I have been imprisoned in another courtyard for three years, and now I finally have the opportunity to step out. Are you happy to be in a different hospital?"