"Mother, I'm back!" Xiao Rufeng hurriedly walked towards the woman sitting in the wheelchair, "I have good news to tell you. Our son has been selected as a royal guard!"

However, there was no trace of joy on the woman's face; instead, she appeared deeply worried.

"Mother, don't worry, you should know your son's personality very well! Your son will definitely not conflict with them." Xiao Rufeng squatted down, holding his mother's hands. He was well aware of what his mother was thinking, and he knew that his mother didn't want him to become a royal guard. He also knew what his mother was worrying about, and all of this stemmed from that man, their blood-relative father who never cared about them, mother and son.

His father was Xiao Hui, the Prime Minister of the Murong Dynasty, and could be considered superior to ten thousand people. His mother, Yan Er, used to be a maid serving the Prime Minister's wife. Due to a twist of fate, his mother became pregnant. However, this matter became a lifelong shame for Xiao Hui, and even the Prime Minister's wife constantly harassed his mother, both openly and secretly.

After bearing the child for ten months, the mother endured countless hardships before giving birth to him. Xiao Hui only uttered the words "like the wind" before hastily leaving, as if he had been contaminated by something filthy just by staying there for a moment. From then on, he was named Xiao Rufeng. He and his mother resided in a corner of the Xiao Estate, where he was treated as a special existence and lived a life akin to that of a servant, subject to everyone's bullying.

In my childhood, my mother would often silently shed tears while holding me, but at that time, I was too young to understand. I would always hope that my father would come to see both me and my mother.

Until that year, he and his mother were driven out of the Prime Minister's mansion. It was a stormy night, with wind and rain intertwining. His mother kneeled in the rain-soaked ground, sobbing and pleading her innocence, insisting that she did not push the young miss into the river.

"Father, it's not Mother's fault. Mother didn't push Sister, Sister accidentally fell off by herself. Mother tried to grab her but couldn't hold on." He grabbed his father's sleeve, pleading desperately, but his father kicked him to the ground without hesitation, followed by a reproachful voice: "Get lost! Don't call me father. I don't have a despicable son like you. You're just like that woman, wicked and heartless, just like your lowly mother. You want to harm my Phoenix!"

These words struck his heart one by one. At that moment, he finally understood that his father had never regarded him as a son. The countless times he was called a waste, and the thoughtless remarks made in moments of bad mood were not just idle words. In the eyes of his lofty father, he and his mother were always inferior, worthless beings.

From the moment he and his mother were driven out of the Prime Minister's residence, he lost his father. He vowed that one day he would stand proudly before him, becoming a successful son who could earn his father's respect.

These images flashed through his mind as he gently stroked his mother's leg. Despite the passage of time, his heart was still filled with hatred. It was all because of that incident that his mother now had to rely on a wheelchair.

"Son, promise your mother to not hold any grudges. After all, he is your father!" Yan'er urged with concern in her voice. She truly worried.

"Mother, don't worry, your son won't argue with them. I just want to stand proudly before him and show him through my actions that we are not lowly. We have been living well all these years. The son who he despises can also make him proud." A fleeting hatred flashed through his eyes as Xiao Rufeng assured.

It is impossible for him to have no resentment. His entry into the palace was deeply remembered from years past. Rising to prominence is the only way for him to stand before Xiao Hui. He will prove to Xiao Hui that he was so short-sighted back then. His son, whom he disdainfully regarded, has achieved such success, making him regret his actions in the past.