Liu Shun watched as his mother cried. He said calmly, "It doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt at all."
He was no longer human. He was just a puppet stuffed with cotton.
Liu Shun's mother sobbed and slowly filled Liu Shun's body bit by bit. Seeing that he was gradually fuller, she heaved a sigh of relief. "My son, let's leave the capital. There will be a place for us in this world. There's no need for us to suffer in the capital."
She looked at her son, who was neither human nor ghost, and felt terrible.
The Crown Prince valued her son when he was useful, but once he outlived his usefulness, he was abandoned mercilessly.
Liu Shun's mother did not even dare to think about the scene of her son being burned alive by the crown prince because he was useless.
She could only watch helplessly. There was nothing she could do except kowtow and beg for mercy.