Cining Palace rear garden.
Wan Yongnian ran up to the skinny little boy, Wang Yongping. He looked at his indigo long robe embroidered with the character for "fortune," the small boots he wore, and the longevity lock hanging around his neck, and couldn't help but curl his lip, suppressing a deep-seated envy.
Once a dirty, orphaned little beggar, now suddenly transformed into a little nobleman?
This should have been his. If he had been the one adopted, the one dressed in tribute satin, wearing the gold lock, surrounded and served by attendants, would have been him.
Why should it be this damned Wang Yongping?
"Wang Yongping, come over here to me."
Wan Yicheng instinctively took a step back, pursing his lips as he looked at this chubby boy who called him by his original name. He remembered him, having bullied him along with his cousin's son, making him act as a horse for them to ride.
