In those years, Pu Yi and I were frightened by the last emperor.

When I was 8 years old, I went to Shenyang with my father because of the decline of my mansion. After the Japanese invaded the Northeast, I returned to Beijing with my father. 1932, after Puyi became the emperor of the puppet Manchukuo, his father went to Changchun to defect and became the minister of the near service department of the puppet Manchukuo Palace. Later, my mother took me to Changchun to reunite with my father.

Because of the hard life, I dropped out of the pseudo-national high school after only half a year. /kloc-at the age of 0/6, he was introduced to the imperial student class of the puppet Manchukuo court. This court class was organized by Puyi himself. He selected some royal children for training, which is actually the strength to prepare for his future restoration. Puyi not only personally invited the teacher to attend court classes, but also personally designed student uniforms similar to Nazi uniforms. There were nine students in my class at that time. Besides studying Confucian classics such as The Analects of Confucius, The Doctrine of the Mean and The University, I also take courses such as mathematics, physics and chemistry every day. Sometimes Puyi even gives us lessons in person. The focus of his lecture is to instill in us the ceremony of monarch and minister.

Later, with the gradual exhaustion of Japanese militarism, our main thing every day is not to study, but to accompany Puyi. He rides a bike, plays tennis and games, and goes vegetarian with him twice a day.

When I was with Puyi, the effort was not terrible. The most terrible thing is that Puyi hit someone. This is a shocking memory that I will never forget in my life.

In the later period of Manchukuo, Puyi felt that the future was bleak and all the power was in the hands of the Japanese. In a bad mood, I become suspicious and irritable, and I often find fault with people because of a very small thing. But he seldom does it himself, basically telling us to fight each other. Hit the face, beat the hand, and sometimes spank until the ass is swollen.

Generally, Puyi won't hit people because of big events. He himself admitted that he was "arrogant, tyrannical and moody" in his autobiography "My First Half Life". On one occasion, Yushan broke the taboo of cursing Puyi, because he said Puyi's hemorrhoid medicine was like a bullet, so he got a beating.

The boards that Puyi used to hit people were all taken out of the box, some were thin and some were thick, and the surface was rough. As for how many times, there is no exact figure. It depends on Puyi's mood. You can stop if you stop.

Puyi hit us, and the people present not only dared not plead, but also shouted at the top of their lungs. A little hesitation will be regarded as ulterior motives, and Puyi will transfer his anger to this person, and he will be beaten worse than the first person. So when hitting people, everyone spared no effort and dared not be soft.

Once, because another man made a mistake and insisted that it was related to me, I fought with him on the ground until my head was swollen like a ball, and I dodged a board, otherwise I would have been killed.

Puyi and I spent six years together in such a difficult life.

In August 1945, 15, with Japan's unconditional surrender, Puyi fled hastily. My family and I also left the Puppet Manchuria Palace. Now, at the age of 88, I live in a house across the river from the Puppet Palace, but I have never gone back to see it, because what I left there was a memory of fear for six years.