Chapter 15 — Bamboo Burning Brooch

In June, just because he was exposed to a bout of rain, he contracted wind and cold, had a high fever that wouldn't go away, and became seriously ill and was bedridden. The royal doctors in the palace searched all over the medical books but could not find a cure. It's just wind and cold. But because the old wound has not healed, it develops internally and externally, eventually becoming a disease in the lungs. The court judge is an old royal physician who served two dynasties. He held the projector, rubbed a few strands of his beard, and finally played just four words: Listen to God's will. The news reached An Vuong's palace and I was there
sitting and drinking tea in the royal palace of the Princess. Princess Vinh An just got a pair of white-feathered parrots and is excitedly teaching me how to make them talk. Suddenly, urgent footsteps were heard outside. The maid close to Luc Dan opened the curtain and walked in, leaned close to my ear and whispered a few words. The tea cup in my hand tilted slightly. A few drops of hot tea fell onto her dress, forming dark streaks. "What's wrong?" The eldest princess tilted her head and looked at me. I put down the tea cup, stood up and smiled. "Congratulations, Your Highness. Story
Your happiness... is about to come."... Ly Tuyen was finally unable to make it through the winter of the eighteenth year of Nguyen Hoa. When his illness was critical, he sent someone to find me, but only received the news that I had become An Vuong Phi. I deliberately delayed, not coming to see him one last time. Even if I met him, it would have no meaning. Going back and forth, he would only say the same words over and over again. It's just that he was reborn, and I was also reborn. Life is inherently magical and unpredictable. When there is no grasp of it, he only says the same words over and over again. absolutely sure, I will never let any
No one knows about their rebirth, even if they are about to die. But I'm very happy. Happy because when the eldest sister and Ly Tuyen died, they both carried the regrets of their previous lives. As for that unborn baby... In his previous life, he was deceived by his elder sister, and was coaxed by Ly Tuyen to the point of accepting the enemy as his mother. In this life, I will complete it for him, so that he does not have to struggle to come to this world again. If he really loves his father and mother... then just reunite with them under the yellow spring, in the afterlife
Then let's become a family of three. As for me...I became An Vuong Phi. After An Vuong was assisted by Princess Truong to ascend the throne, I smoothly became Queen and gave birth to the Crown Prince. From then on, I devoted myself to An Vuong's side, managing the harem on his behalf and taking care of the new beauties and concubines entering the palace. When the Crown Prince turned eight years old, An Vuong suddenly died in Tu My Nhan's palace. The Royal Medical Court only took a look and concluded that it was a high horse. The line is the army
king of a country, but died under a woman's skirt. If this story spreads out, what face will the royal family have in front of the world? Therefore, after the death of Tu My Nhan, the court announced to the outside world that His Majesty had passed away due to illness, covering up the entire incident. I became the youngest Queen Mother in the dynasty's history. The bell rang from Thai Hoa Palace. Three long sounds, two short sounds. That is the music to celebrate the coronation ceremony of the new emperor. I sit on a purple wooden platform in Phuong Nghi palace, first
Fingers gently stroked the cloud pattern on the gilded fireplace. The coal in the furnace is about to die but has not yet completely turned off. Just like candlelight flickering throughout the main hall on the night An Vuong breathed his last. The palace staff knelt completely, no one dared to breathe loudly. Only the eight-year-old Crown Prince... No. Now he is the new emperor. He grabbed my hand, his palm cold and sweaty. "Mother, why do the ministers keep staring at my crown?" He raised his still young face and asked. I adjusted the pearl necklace in front of his hat. Language
The pearls collided loudly. "What they look at is not the crown." I slowly replied. "It's whether the person sitting under that hat can hold that position or not." Three days ago, the Princess Palace Chief gave a congratulatory statement. The words are sincere, each sentence is like blood. It is said that the first emperor died when he was young, the commune needed Minh Quan to grow up, and the new emperor was still young. She vowed to give up all rewards, close the door to worship Buddha, and pray for blessings for the country. I ordered the Provincial Inner City to copy that form into ten copies overnight and distribute it
to the six ministries of Cuu Khanh. Indeed. The next morning at court, Thi Lang's Military Department was the first to present a petition asking the Queen Mother to come to the court to regent. Just as we expected. The eldest princess is old. She no longer wants to get involved in court politics anymore. All she wants is for her children and grandchildren to be safe under her pillow. Take a step back, clearly express your attitude. The mandarins in the court, who are good at watching the wind change the flag, will naturally know which side to lean towards. The first adoration after the new emperor ascended the throne. I let down the curtain and listen to the truth. The curtain ends with
Premium Nam Chau balls, every bean is round and full. It separates us from the courtiers below. It also prevents those prying eyes. Through the gap in the curtain, I saw the Soldier's maid kneeling in the front row. Head bowed very low. The back of his neck still shows an old scar. That was the wound he had received when he was a bodyguard for me. "Reporting to the Queen Mother." He raised his voice like a bronze bell. "The first emperor suddenly passed away, the country is not stable. We implore the Queen Mother to come to the court as regent, wait for Her Majesty to grow up and then we will be able to
Return the authority." The courtiers echoed in unison. "Correct." I calmly replied. After the court subsided, I went alone to the Thai temple. There, the spirit of An Vuong was worshiped. Sandalwood smoke swirled around, causing his name to become blurred. Outside the temple, hurried footsteps were heard. It was the little emperor who came. He ran in sweating, holding a rose apricot branch in his hand. He said that he had just broken it from Ngu Hoa garden, wanting to offer it to his father's spirit. I took the apricot branch and put it in the green porcelain vase on the table
in front of An Vuong's spiritual throne. "Mother." He suddenly spoke up. "Last night I dreamed of my father." My hand stopped for a moment. "Oh? What did your father say?" "I don't remember." The prince raised his head to look at me. His eyes were dark, innocent and innocent. "I just remember that father seemed to have cried... He also said that someone had harmed him." The wind outside the palace blew in. The candle flickered. I smiled slightly. I almost forgot. I can be reborn... So it's not surprising that he can dream. Looks like we still have to invite a high-ranking person
rose to become a lawyer. It's best to suppress those ghosts so they can never be reincarnated. Only then will our hearts truly be at peace. At the end of the long steps, the gate of Phuong Nghi Palace is wide open. The palace man from afar saw the royal price and immediately knelt down on the ground. The grudges and regrets of the past life followed the moment Ly Tuyen closed his eyes and buried them in the winter of the eighteenth year of Nguyen Hoa. From now on, I will no longer have to fear that my eldest sister will steal my Queen's throne or my child. God ordained us
is a phoenix. At once, he spread his wings and shattered the sky. As long as the golden wings are still there. Should we be afraid of hurricanes and storms? Run out of.