Chapter 2 — Beauty B/Illness? With one kick I will kick away the Lord of War

Having pretended to be sick for so many years, my medical records in the capital combined are enough to circle the Royal Palace. Now it's great, the Emperor personally made a match for me, and is also a vicious character that makes the whole capital afraid. Isn't this the kind of marriage that the Emperor personally grants, once they become a couple, only the country will lose their lives? The day before the wedding, according to custom, Ve Chieu was not allowed to meet me. But he still came. He climbed the wall. At that time I was in the yard, to maintain the image of "sick and sick", I was... admiring the flowers. Actually, it's exercising the muscles and bones. Halfway through a fierce Tiger Fist, I felt a gust of wind pass by on top of my head. I immediately withdrew my fist, unsteadily held onto the rockery, clutched my chest and began to pant weakly.

“Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

Ve Chieu wore a black outfit and gently landed from the top of the wall, just like a big black cat, barely making any noise. He walked in front of me, looking down from above.

“It seems that the guards of the Royal Palace need to be reinforced.”

His voice was very deep, carrying a cold, metallic feeling. I raised my head, revealing a small pale face and sparkling, watery eyes.

“Are you... Marquis?”

He neither admitted nor denied, just reached out and grabbed my wrist. My heart immediately skipped a beat. This bastard is trying to take my pulse! I have been pretending to be sick for so many years, relying on my mother's secret recipe for poison. If you take one pill, your pulse will be so weak that it will be like a dead person. However, today I have just completed half of my boxing set and my blood is at its peak. Just as my mind was spinning at breakneck speed, considering whether to faint on the spot or spray him with a mouthful of blood to increase the impact, Ve Chieu spoke up.

“The wrist is also quite small.”

As he spoke, he let go of my hand, but took the opportunity to gently scratch my palm. That action was both awkward and mysterious.

“It's just a little stiff, not like a woman's hand.”

My whole body is stiff. Did he know? No way! To make my hands look as soft as if they had no bones, every day I soak them in milk for half an hour, even my mother can't see the flaw! I quickly withdrew my hand and hid it in my sleeve, my face was red again, both shy and a bit self-pitying.

“Master... please respect yourself.”

He laughed softly. In my ears, that laughter is like a wolf seeing a white rabbit, filled with calculation.

“Tomorrow I will marry you.”

He took a step forward, almost close to her, his warm breath tickling his ear.

“Hoa Dien, I look forward to it.”

Having finished speaking, he turned around, just shrugged a few times and disappeared into the night. I held onto the rockery, my legs were a bit soft. This time it's not about pretending. This guy Ve Chieu is absolutely not a strong man like rumors say. His eyes were sharp and terrifying. I have a premonition that life between me and him after we get married will probably be... much more special than I imagined. On the big wedding day, ten miles of red dress. I wore an elaborate wedding dress, a phoenix crown on my head, and was supported by my wife. I staggered every three steps before stepping onto the palanquin. All along the way, I was thinking about the same problem equally serious. This wedding night, how should we act? Is it because he faints, or is he so nervous that he won't dare come close? When the palanquin arrived at Dinh Bac Hau's palace, Ve Chieu kicked open the palanquin's door, then carried me sideways from inside. The movements were rough, not gentle at all. Suddenly there was a sound of cold air inhaling around. I cooperated very well and "screamed" a terrified voice in his chest, my body shaking like a sieve. He hugged me through the crowd, striding towards the new room. I can feel his solid chest. Even though we were separated by several layers of clothing, that heat still made my heart panic.

“She's really light.”

He leaned close to my ear and spoke. I closed my eyes and pretended to be dead, in my heart frantically lamenting: Too much! Because today, I fasted for 3 days! Just so you don't have to waste effort when you pick me up! Entering the new room, he conveniently threw me on the bed. My head hit the bed, even the phoenix shifted to the side, the pain was so much that I almost cursed on the spot. But we can endure it. I am a sick beauty.