Chapter 1 — As soon as I left, he immediately closed the entire city

On the day the Crown Prince and I got married, he sat by the bed all night, but from beginning to end he still refused to lift the pink scarf from my head. Just because in his heart, there was already someone else. I proactively promised him that we would only be husband and wife in name. Waiting for the day he ascends the throne, I will personally ask for his death and complete it for him. Later, he truly stepped up to the throne of nine-five supreme. I held the imperial decree in my hand and spurred my horse to leave the capital. But he ordered the entire city to be closed. He himself stood under the city wall, his anger rising to the sky, loudly questioning me:

“On what basis do you dare to leave me and go find your old lover?”

Yesterday, Crown Prince Ly Triet was drunk and accidentally walked into my palace. The thing we fear the most, eventually happens. He mistook me for Tieu Tinh Nhu, forced me between the brocade blanket and blanket, causing everything to go beyond its original limits. The next morning, the palace maids all had radiant faces and continuously bowed to congratulate:

"Congratulations to the Crown Princess and His Highness the Crown Prince on their great joy."

It was the second year since Ly Triet and I got married. In front of outsiders, we support each other with ceremony, respect each other as guests, and are a harmonious couple that everyone admires. But behind the door of the Eastern Palace, they are so strange that they cannot understand each other. As I sat up on my hands and knees, that small movement woke up Ly Triet, who was still not completely sober. He put his arm around my waist, pulling me back to him. The normally cold voice rarely softened a bit:

“Sister Tieu, stay with me and sleep a little longer.”

My heart aches. I slowly removed his hand. It took a long time for me to keep my voice calm:

“Your Royal Highness, this concubine is not Tieu Tinh Nhu.”

The man on the bed finally opened his eyes. The gentle smile in his eyes instantly disappeared. Instead, there was a bone-chilling chill. He suddenly squeezed my arm, his voice low and scary:

“Why you?”

I was so hurt that I frowned slightly:

“I also want to ask your Highness that question.”

Last night at the banquet, Ly Triet drank a lot of alcohol. Normally, he rarely gets drunk. I thought he had let go of his worries and deliberately approached me. It wasn't until I heard him calling Tieu Tinh Nhu's name in a trance that I realized it was all a mistake.

“Last night I couldn't push your highness away.”

“Your Highness, please just pretend this never happened.”

His dark eyes were as cold as the abyss. Long slender fingers clasped my chin.

“To Le, it seems I underestimated you.”

“Today I finally showed my true face.”

"If you still dare to harbor false thoughts towards me, don't blame me for taking your life."

"I punish you to go to Buddha Hall to pray for Nhu Nhi's blessing."

“Without your orders, you are not allowed to step even half a step out of the Buddha Hall.”

I frowned slightly. However, he still followed his instructions and quietly arrived at the Buddha hall. Before leaving, I accidentally saw Ly Triet sitting in front of a desk. His expression was full of regret. Even when approving the chapter, he was mentally unstable, and finally vented his anger on the confidant next to him.

“Why didn't you stop me last night?”

“You know very well that I have kept myself to myself for so many years for sister Tieu.”

“It's all because of the woman named To's many tricks and lies Miss."

“If you let something like that happen again, bring your head to me.”

From the day I stepped into the Eastern Palace, the place I stayed the longest was not the Crown Prince's palace, but this Buddha hall. After I married Ly Triet, Tieu Tinh Nhu was often jealous. Every time he wanted to make her happy, Ly Triet pushed me to a remote Buddhist hall where few people passed by all year round. That afternoon, the maid next to Ly Triet came again. The corner of her lips carried an expression of pride that was hard to hide:

“His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has an order to punish you masters and servants for three days without eating or drinking, and at the same time you must finish copying ten volumes of 《Nu Duc》.”

My maid could not bear it and immediately argued back a few words. Doi phuong lai cang them ngang nguoc:

"Regardless of whether it was the Crown Prince's edict or not, this Eastern Palace is not yet your master's turn to rule."

The argument grew louder and louder. I reluctantly put down my pen. The corner of his lips curled up in a cold smile:

“So tell me, who is the master of this Eastern Palace?”

That maid didn't dare look me straight in the eye.