The Whole Dynasty Spoils the Tyrant's Beloved Youngest Daughter-Chapter 477 - 476: Long Hair Ties My Heart: Extra Story of Yu Wei (1)

Chapter 477: Chapter 476: Long Hair Ties My Heart: Extra Story of Yu Wei (1)

Ever since Jun Yu escaped from the military stables, he has been devastated due to the burn scars on his face. He constantly feels that he has no future, and that living has no meaning.

He wants to die.

But he doesn’t have the courage to die.

Dying is an extremely irresponsible thing to do.

He might find relief, but what about those who are still alive?

What about his loving mother? And his beloved sister?

From the moment he left, they have been eagerly waiting for him to come home, so the family can be reunited.

But he’s turned into this ghostly figure, and anyone on the street who sees him would ridicule him, mock him, look down on him, implying he is worthless.

He doesn’t have the courage to go back, nor does he deliberately hide the ugly, fierce burns on half of his face. He lets himself go, unkempt, indifferent to the world, wandering like a ghost among people.

Every day he relies on alcohol to numb himself.

Living in a drunken stupor.

Today, he’s at the tavern again, getting drunk.

"Waiter, three jars of wine, the strongest nu’er hong," Jun Yu said, tossing some broken silver pieces onto the table, a look of weariness in his eyes.

The pieces of silver were more than enough to pay for the three jars of wine, but the waiter looked at them, furrowing his brow and appearing heavy-hearted.

After hesitating for quite a while, he said, "Sir, I feel it’s necessary to advise you, you should drink a little less!"

The unspoken thought was: "It’s been a whole month, a full month, that you’ve been coming here every day to get drunk. Even if you had nine lives like a cat, it’s not enough to squander them like this! If you continue like this, you’ll soon drink yourself to ruin."

"What, are you afraid I won’t pay? Or do you think this silver is not enough?" Jun Yu rummaged around on himself again, found a few more pieces of silver, threw them all on the table, and impatiently tapped it with his finger. "Take all this silver, cut the crap, and bring the wine."

The waiter waved his hands, troubled, and said, "Sir, this... this isn’t about the money."

Jun Yu glanced sideways at the waiter, "Then what’s it about?"

"It’s just, it’s just..." The waiter hesitated, really embarrassed to speak his mind.

Another regular customer who often bought wine there chimed in to help explain, "He’s afraid you’ll drink yourself to death here."

This customer also drank recklessly, so he often came to the tavern to buy wine.

However, no matter how reckless, he still had some reservations, unlike Jun Yu, who lived solely on alcohol every day, never sober for even one day in ten.

Even this customer couldn’t bear to watch anymore.

"Kid, one should still cherish life."

Jun Yu rolled his eyes at the speaker, "What I do is none of your damn business?"

"I’m speaking the truth. If you want to die, find a place to die quietly, don’t burden others, and don’t ignore others’ well-meaning reminders."

"You talk too much bullshit..."

Jun Yu got angry and swung his fist, ready to hit the well-meaning customer.

"Sir, please calm down!" The waiter embraced Jun Yu and glanced at the other customer, offering a smile, "Sir, let’s discuss everything calmly, please don’t resort to violence."

"Tch, what’s there to discuss." That person wasn’t afraid of trouble.

Jun Yu was still intent on hitting someone, so the waiter called over a few helpers, who held him back as the waiter pleaded, "Sir, you mustn’t, mustn’t fight here. If there’s trouble, we’ll have to close shop and rest, and I have elders and children to take care of, I can’t afford to close just like that!"

Hearing this, Jun Yu took a deep look at the speaking waiter.

This waiter wasn’t just a waiter, seeing everyone at the tavern heeding him, he was clearly the owner.

But he dressed like a waiter and worked himself, showing how frugal and thrifty he lived.

Enough.

Jun Yu didn’t argue further, shaking off the few people holding him, and left.

There were taunts and jeers behind him, but he ignored them.

He went to a different tavern to continue drinking.

The previous tavern was close to where he lived, so he went every day.

Now he switched to another one, where no one knew him, so no one would say anything.

Jun Yu got drunk again.

He drank until he was thoroughly drunk, and as the tavern was closing, it was not suitable for him to stay, so he took hold of a wine jar and went onto the street.

He staggered down the street, drinking as he walked, muttering something to himself.

"Heaven does not help me!"

"Heaven does not help me!"

It was already very late, and there were few people on the street.

No matter how much he drank, complained, or humiliated himself, no one paid attention.

He was quite happy with the freedom, and after muttering to himself on the street for a while, he got a bit tired, found a corner against a wall, sat down, took a few more gulps, and then went to sleep.

Being drunk is wonderful.

He knew nothing.

After waking up, he’d continue drinking.

After three months of this, inevitably, Jun Yu fell ill, not only falling ill but also losing a lot of weight because he drank every day without eating.

His eye sockets were deep, his skin stuck to his bones, not looking human.

After a rain, his body couldn’t hold up, and he finally fell sick.

He could hardly endure it; the illness worsened with each passing day.

Initially, he only had a fever, but then it gradually turned into fever, coughing, weakness, dizziness...

Every day was hazy, feeling like he was clinging to life by a thread.

But he didn’t buy medicine or eat, lying in a filthy, smelly corner, covered with a straw mat, abandoning himself to chance.

The daily alcohol numbing had long consumed any remaining sense of reason.

This illness, while leaving him lingering in despair, also made him feel even more that... he had no reason to live.

Just let it be!

Endure another day, endure another day, maybe one day he would give in and die.

The sooner he died, the sooner he would be freed.

There’s nothing wrong with that, he resigned himself to fate.

...

"How many days has this man been lying here? Not a peep? Dead, right?"

"What an unlucky bastard."

"He can die if he wants, but can he die somewhere else? Dying on our turf, what’s that about? Are we beggars not human too?"

"Or are we supposed to bear this misfortune because we’re beggars?"

Jun Yu accidentally lay in a beggars’ den for a few days, still sick, which aroused the dissatisfaction of the surrounding beggars.

At this moment, a group of beggars surrounded him, cursing incessantly.

Someone even probed the reed mat covering him with a stick, and seeing no resistance, directly tossed it aside.

Jun Yu’s curled-up body was exposed to the sunlight.

The intense sunlight made his eyes uncomfortable, so he reached up to rub them.