TSFLIP Chapter 893

There is NO Chapter 892. This chapter continues from Chapter 891

Yisu said, “Perhaps the Crown Princess does not know this, but Lord Song’s relationship with Lord Song and Madam Song was not like that of an ordinary child with his parents.”

“What do you mean by that?” Fengguang asked. When she first heard that Song Wuxia wanted to climb to the pinnacle of power, she had only been momentarily surprised. But Yisu’s words now left her completely confused.

“An ordinary child begins to speak at one or two years old,” Yisu continued. “Lord Song, however, did not speak a single word until he was ten. Before that, no matter how Lord Song and Madam Song tried to coax or guide him, he responded only with silence.”

Fengguang blurted out, “Did Song Wuxia have autism?”

“‘Autism’—that term does seem quite fitting,” Yisu said. “This old servant cannot say whether Lord Song truly suffered from autism, but he was utterly indifferent to everything around him. Huyáo was not the first dog he kept. Before that, back when he still lived in the Song household, he had a dog named ‘Kaixin.’”

“He actually named his dog ‘Happy’…” Fengguang muttered. Considering the dog he keeps now, Huyáo, the styles could not be more different.

As if sensing her thoughts, Yisu explained, “The name ‘Kaixin’ was chosen by Madam Song. In those days, Madam Song was famous in the capital for both her talent and beauty, and she dearly loved her child. She named the dog ‘Kaixin’ in the hope that her child might grow up happy.”

“What happened later? What became of Kaixin?” Fengguang asked.

“Later, it died.”

She froze. “It died?”

“It died of illness,” Yisu said. “Lord Song and Madam Song were deeply worried about Lord Song’s emotional state, and they decided to take Kaixin away and bury it properly. It was on that very day that Lord Song spoke for the first time.”

At the time, Song Wuxia was only ten years old, yet he already carried an aura that felt innate and imposing. He looked coldly at the people around him and said only a single word, flat and detached:

‘Get out.’

That was the first time he ever spoke.

Lord Song and Madam Song did not know whether they should feel happy or not.

After hearing this, Fengguang scratched her ear and instinctively tried to find an excuse for Song Wuxia. “Maybe… he just loved Kaixin too much. Kaixin’s death was something he couldn’t accept yet, so he didn’t want anyone to touch the body.”

“At the time, everyone thought the same,” Yisu replied. His gaze suddenly turned distant as he asked lightly, “Does the Crown Princess know how Lord Song later dealt with Kaixin?”

“How did he deal with it?”

“He did not bury Kaixin. Instead, he ordered the kitchen staff to boil Kaixin’s body.”

“What!?” Fengguang covered her mouth, eyes wide. “You mean… he ate Kaixin?”

“He did not eat Kaixin,” Yisu said. “He made his parents eat it.”

She pressed on, “Why would he do that?”

“At ten years old, Song Wuxia believed that if his parents ate Kaixin, then they would also carry a part of Kaixin within them. Perhaps then, he might come to like his parents a little, the way he liked Kaixin.” The old man smiled faintly again. “It was a truly childish notion, and so, of course, it could never succeed.”

Yes—childish. Yet as Fengguang listened to what Song Wuxia had done, a strange chill ran down her spine. She thought that at the very least, he had once wanted to get along with his parents, hadn’t he? So… maybe he wasn’t that terrifying after all. Right?

She asked, “So… did Song Wuxia not like his parents?”

“It was not that he didn’t like them,” the old man replied. “It was that he did not understand why he was supposed to like them.”