My name is Daiyue, but I actually have a surname.
My surname is Jun.
I'm from a side branch of the Jun Family. In fact, the Prime Minister should call me his cousin.
Ever since I could remember, the people around me had always instilled in me the idea that my entire life belonged to the Jun Family's young mistress, Jun Liyou.
I had to be loyal to her.
I had to protect her with my life.
I didn't understand at the time, so I couldn't help but be rebellious and run away from home several times.
The first time I saw her was in a restaurant.
I'd already left home for several days and had squandered all my money. I was so hungry that I had no choice but to steal food from the restaurant.
In the end, I was caught and beaten up.
Then, I saw a beautiful little girl standing on the top floor of the restaurant, curiously looking down at us.
Without exception, I saw my mother beside her.
My mother was her wet nurse at the time. I probably didn't like this young mistress at the time.
After all, she stole my mother and wanted me to work for her for the rest of my life.
I was kicked and punched, but my mother hugged her and softly told her not to look. She didn't even look at me.
In order to fight back, I bit my lip and didn't scream.
Then, I heard her say to my mother in a soft voice, "It's Daiyue jiejie. Wet nurse, tell them to stop."
She actually knew me … and could even call out my name.
My mother sent people to bring me up.
My body was dirty, but she didn't mind at all. She pulled me to eat and circled me like a bee.
But I disliked her even more.
Perhaps it was because my rebellious phase was relatively early, but when she was annoyed, I pushed her.
She was only five years old at the time. My push caused her to fall to the ground. Then, she looked at me with … a wronged and innocent expression.
At the time, I should've felt a little guilty.
But when I thought about how everything I was going through was because of her, that bit of guilt disappeared without a trace.
In the end, my mother slapped me and punished me to kneel in the ancestral hall.
At the time, I couldn't understand this matter at all.
She was clearly my mother, so why did she hit me for someone else?
It was late autumn at the time. I knelt alone in the ancestral hall and thought about this question over and over again, but I couldn't figure it out.
I didn't expect her to sneak in. Her small body was hugging a quilt that was big enough to drown her, and her small face was red from the cold.
She told me a lot, but I can't remember any of it. I only remember hugging her and huddling under the blanket to keep each other warm.
That morning, my mother brought some people to look for her. In the end, she found her at my place and wanted to punish her on the spot. However, she stopped my mother and said that if she wanted to hit her, she could hit her. In the end, the matter was left unsettled.
Ever since that day, I have been by her side.
At that time, she was very cute. She was soft and squishy, and her words were soft and crisp, with the innocence of a child.
At first, I was a little reluctant, but after getting along with her for a long time, I had long forgotten that I had once made a childish vow that I would rather die than serve her.
Only after following her did I realize that what she had to learn far exceeded what I had to learn.
But every time, she would obediently finish her studies. She would always work hard to finish her homework and take me out to play.
After a long time, the people in the residence knew that she liked me, and their attitude towards me became much more polite.
Only then did I realize how much her affection meant to them.
It was a snowy day when my mother came to talk to me. It was a very heavy snowfall.
I still remember my mother's expression. It was solemn and filled with heartache.
She said, "Child, the Little Mistress has the entire Jun Family on her shoulders. It isn't easy for her. It is an honor and a responsibility for you to be by her side. You have to treat her well, respect her, and protect her … "
It was snowing heavily outside the house. My mother talked endlessly for a long time. In the end, she hugged me and cried bitterly, saying that she was sorry.
But if she didn't do this, the Jun Family would be finished. Only when the Little Mistress was well would they be well.
I don't know how I walked out of my mother's room. I only know that when I walked out of the room, I saw her standing not too far away, her little face red as she waited for me.
When she saw me come out, she immediately smiled.
In the vast expanse of snow, her smile seemed to be dyed with the brightest color. It was so bright that it made my eyes ache.
It was as if a warm current flowed through my heart, dispelling the bone-piercing cold of winter.
From then on, I went to school with her, learning those unfamiliar and difficult things together.
Every time I didn't understand something, she would patiently teach me.
In the third year, Ying Yue was sent over.
Ying Yue was younger than both of us. When she was sent over, she had a timid expression on her face. At that time, I didn't understand how such a person could stay by her side.
Later, I learned that Ying Yue was a fast learner and had practiced martial arts since she was young. At first, she was a little shy, but after getting to know her better, I discovered that Ying Yue was a very lively girl.
From then on, the three of us formed a small group.
Before she turned thirteen, her personality was still very gentle. In the summer when she turned thirteen, she and the former Prime Minister talked for an entire night in the study. When she came out, her eyes were red and she hugged me and Ying Yue and cried for a long time.
We asked her, but she didn't say anything.
But from then on, her personality became more and more stable. It was hard to guess her emotions from her face. She didn't say what she liked or cared about, and she wasn't picky about food.
I don't know when, but the number of people serving her decreased. In the end, only Ying Yue and I were left. Even my mother didn't appear.
When she was fifteen, the former Prime Minister suddenly passed away. At that time, I understood that when she turned thirteen, she probably knew that her mother didn't have much time left. She should take on the responsibility of the Jun Family.
As it turned out, she did very well.
Many times, I thought that I would accompany her for the rest of my life, laugh with her, grieve with her …
But one day, a man appeared by her side. Only then did I understand that we weren't the only ones by her side. She should have someone she liked.
That person should laugh with her, grieve with her, and … grow old with her.
I didn't expect her to leave the Imperial Court. That position was clearly within her reach, but she gave it up.
For a long time, I didn't understand, just like how I didn't understand why my mother slapped me back then.
Many years later, I realized that she probably never liked that kind of life.
But she had no choice. For the sake of the Jun Family and the hundreds and thousands of family members, she had no choice but to bear that burden.
Now that she had the ability, she could escape unscathed. She had arranged the Jun Family's future path properly. The life she chose was the best for her.
No matter what kind of life she lived, Ying Yue and I would accompany her.
"Dai Yue, what are you thinking? Your Gu Su ran off to Sir Ling Yue's place again. If you don't go, Her Excellency will chop him to death. "Ying Yue popped out of nowhere, giving me a fright.
I helplessly held my forehead.
Gu Su … I don't know how he became my family's youth.
"Hurry and go!" Seeing that I didn't move, Ying Yue grabbed my hand and ran outside. "It's not that I want to nag you, but can't you talk to him properly? Her Excellency doesn't like him getting too close to Sir Ling Yue … "
I also know that Her Excellency doesn't like him getting close to Sir Ling Yue, but what can I do?
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