He felt a pair of slightly cold hands touching his cheek.
Zhao Jin wanted to open his eyes, but he had no strength.
"Don't be afraid, Jin'er. Mom will always be with you...always..."
A cry as sad as an oriole's cry of blood came, drifting in Zhao Jin's ears.
Who? Who?
Where am I...? Am I dead?
Jin'er...who is she calling? Calling me?
mother?
This word is extremely unfamiliar to Zhao Jin.
He had no parents, so he chose the most dangerous job, that of a special mercenary.
He shuddered suddenly, strength burst out from nowhere, and he reluctantly opened his eyes.
A dilapidated house came into view, with somewhat dilapidated curtains hanging on both sides.
Ancient building?
The sour taste penetrated into the nasal cavity again, and Zhao Jin's mind was like thunder, with countless images rushing in.
"Forehead……"
The headache was unbearable, and many memories that did not belong to him were quickly integrated and digested.
In an instant, Zhao Jin understood a reality.
He has traveled through time.
Now he is no longer a special mercenary who stalks Blue Star and licks blood with his blade, but the eldest son of the border king of Zhao Kingdom.
He is the eldest son, but not the legitimate son. He was born half a month earlier than the current son.
The State of Zhao is not the State of Zhao in memory, but a dynasty from another time and space.
The mixed dynasty is like the fusion of several ancient dynasties, but the development is very different, only the political system is similar.
The eldest son of the Bian Wang, the downcast eldest son, Zhang Zi, who was disliked by others.
This is the situation Zhao Jin faced.
He was not born to the princess, and he was half a month older than the eldest son. He took the title of eldest son and was not popular since he was a child.
When she was a child, my mother was falsely accused of being suspicious and implicated, so she was thrown into this side palace, like a cold palace.
For more than ten years, he grew up in this side hall, suffered all kinds of humiliation, and lived like a year.
Not to mention the nobles in the palace, even the palace people around them dare to boss them around.
A few days ago, Zhao Jin, who was originally healthy and strong, suddenly fell ill, which was very strange.
It is absolutely impossible to say that no one was involved in this.
If he hadn't traveled through time, I'm afraid Zhao Jin, the eldest son of the king here, would have died long ago.
A cold hand touched Zhao Jin's forehead. He turned around to look, only to see a haggard-looking woman with sallow skin caressing his forehead with her hand, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Thank God, kid... you were unconscious for three days, and everyone said..."
"Just wake up, just wake up, mother... mother..."
The thin and haggard woman in front of me is Zhao Jin's mother, Mrs. Ning.
Zhao Jin reached out and gently grabbed her wrist. His hands were slightly cold, and his heart felt even colder.
Thin, without the warmth of ordinary people, weak.
Years of torture have made her look like a candle in the wind.
Zhao Jin vaguely remembered how dazzling and unparalleled Mrs. Ning was when she was a child.
But now, there is no trace of the magnificence of the past. He has just reached the age of forty, but he has an air of twilight that is totally inconsistent with him.
Moreover, she was in poor health and suffered from a stubborn disease. Since entering this side hall, the stubborn disease has lingered like maggots on the tarsal bones.
"Mom...don't worry, I'm fine."
Calling out this unfamiliar name, Zhao Jin felt a warmth surge in his heart.
Speaking of which, Mrs. Ning's experience may have something to do with Zhao Jin.
If he had been born a few days late and lost the title of eldest son, he would not have caused his mother to suffer so much.
If he were not the son of the feudal lord, if he had more abilities...
Now that he has traveled through time and taken the body of this down-and-out prince Zhao Jin, he has to bear everything.
He wants to repay his mother and try his best to change the situation!
Zhao Jin swore secretly, his eyes firm.
Mrs. Ning didn't know that Zhao Jin had changed. She stretched out her hand to wipe the tears from her face, sat next to Zhao Jin and said.
"Don't worry, Mom, you'll be fine."
Waves of water mist came, and she turned around to look. Her mood seemed much better, and she smiled.
"I'll give you the medicine to cook. Wait until mother goes to bring it to you... cough... bring it to you."
After saying this, he stood up, but suddenly his steps were shaky, one foot missed the mark, and he was about to fall down.
Zhao Jin was startled and immediately reached out to help him.
Mrs. Ning stood still, waved her hands, and said softly.
"I'm fine, don't worry...cough..."
"You've just woken up, don't move around, be careful of catching cold air."
Mrs. Ning stood still, with a smile on her face again, and said.
"Drink the medicine. Mom will go get you some food."
"You haven't eaten a drop of rice in the past three days. You need to be healthy... ahem... eat well."
After hearing this, the softest place in Zhao Jin's heart felt as if someone had stabbed him hard.
For three days and three nights, in order to take care of herself, Mrs. Ning did not make any effort and never left.
I was lonely in my previous life. When did someone treat me like this?
"Mom, please make more."
Zhao Jin suppressed his mood and spoke softly.
"good."
Mrs. Ning smiled when she heard this.
"Jin'er is starving. Mom will get it for you."
"My son wants to eat with his mother."
"My mother has lost a lot of weight in the past few days."
Zhao Jin leaned on the edge of the bed and looked at Mrs. Ning, feeling an indescribable warmth in his heart.
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Ning's eyes turned red and tears welled up again.
She turned around, touched Zhao Jin's head, and whispered.
"Mom, I listen to you. Make more and eat together."
"Only when you have strength can you take care of Jin'er."
"My son has grown up and will take good care of himself and his mother in the future."
Mrs. Ning showed a happy smile on her face.
"My Jin'er has grown up and I know how much I feel for my mother."
Zhao Jin grew up in a side palace and was bullied. His inferiority complex and cowardice were deeply engraved in his bones.
Because of this, he is usually taciturn and will not reveal his feelings in front of anyone. How could he ever say such a thing to Mrs. Ning?
It was just that he had just recovered from a serious illness, and Mrs. Ning didn't think there was anything wrong with him.
Her son was well, and she was filled with joy.
Wiping away her tears, she turned around to get the medicine jar, but suddenly she heard a bang and the door was kicked open.
A cold wind blew in, causing snowflakes to fly instantly inside the house.
Mrs. Ning, who was already weak, was hit by the cold wind and immediately started coughing violently.
Zhao Jin looked up and saw a fat palace maid with a stern eyebrow standing at the door with her waist pinched and her brows furrowed.
The palace maid was wearing brand new brocade. Compared with her, the clothes Mrs. Ning was wearing were much shabbier.
A servant is living a better life than his master. What kind of situation he is in is intuitively displayed in front of Zhao Jin.
"Mrs. Ning!"
"Have you finished the laundry your nobleman asked you to wash?"
The obese palace maid stood at the door holding her waist, showing no distinction between superior and inferior. She opened her mouth and called Mrs. Ning "Mother-in-law."
And that commanding tone sounded like an order.
"I'm telling you, if you don't finish the job you're asked to do, neither of you will be able to do anything good today!" This chapter has been completed!
