Chapter 3 — Chieu Chieu Leaves Kinh

"Chieu Chieu, I love you. Besides me, who else can you marry?" I felt extremely nauseous in my heart, but looking at the document in his hand, my aura completely softened. During these years, Tieu Dat really understood me. He knew that my mother was my greatest concern, and knew even more that my mother's greatest wish was to leave Aunt Co's quarters and reclaim her freedom to return to Giang Nam. Without Tieu Dat's achievements and current imperial favor, for the rest of my life, my mother will only be a slave that the Song family can sell at will. I cannot leave Tieu Dat's power. At least until I helped my mother leave the Song household, I can't leave Tieu Dat. I looked at him and smiled helplessly: "Okay." "I get married." The days passed as before. I still prepare for the wedding in the palace as before. Tieu Dat is busy going to the western city to comfort Lam Uyen and rarely comes to see me. If he doesn't come, it's a good thing for me. That way, we have more time to plan our escape. The hardest part was sneaking into his household to steal that edict. But I went three nights in a row and couldn't find that official letter. Could it be that Tieu Dat lied to me? My mother seemed to have discovered something, her eyes always looked at me with a hint of worry. But she never opened her mouth to ask. She didn't ask, and I didn't tell. Anyway, very soon, my mother and I will be liberated. That afternoon, my mother suddenly said she wanted to eat cinnamon flower cake from Huong To Ky restaurant, asking me to go buy it myself. Halfway there, for some reason, my heart was beating very fast. I didn't have time to buy cinnamon rolls, so I turned around and ran back. As soon as I arrived at the door of Aunt Co's courtyard, I heard voices from inside. My heart tightened and I hurriedly entered. Beside the stone table stood Lam Uyen and Duong Nhu, while Aunt Co lay face down across it. Aunt Co was lying face down on the stone table. In her hand, Lam Uyen held a bloody pair of scissors. Lam Uyen looked at me, threw down the scissors, took out a handkerchief and wiped her hands in disgust: "My child will always be my child, I can never be the main wife." "Mother!" I rushed over crying, wanting to carry my mother to the palace physician, but Lam Uyen and Duong Nhu joined forces to block me. I looked at Aunt Co, who lay weakly face down on the stone table, crying and kneeling on the ground, miserably begging Lam Uyen to let me summon the palace physician, but I heard her laugh contemptuously: "Song Chieu Chieu, your usual refined appearance as a talented woman really makes people nauseous. From childhood to adulthood, you have oppressed me in everything. Why are you so lucky that you can be the principal wife of the general?" "Not only are you more beautiful than me, you're better at singing than me, you're better at poetry than me, you're even better at your husband than me." "Who do you think you are? You're just a daughter acknowledged by name only. Who wants your pity? Everything today is your retribution!" I staggered to stand up, but they pushed me hard to the ground. It turns out that the good things I did for her, in her eyes, were all pity. It turns out that the soulmate I thought I had, from beginning to end, hated letting me die. I was pressed to the ground by them, unable to move. I could only stare blankly at her lying face down on the stone table, bright red blood flowing steadily from her chest. She moved her lips, wanting to say something to me. But I can't hear clearly. In the end, those hands that were always gently caressing me drooped down helplessly. Aunt Co was dead. Lam Uyen and Duong Nhu finally let me go. I rushed to the stone table, grabbed another pair of scissors on the table, and rushed towards Lam Uyen with bloodshot eyes. I want them to pay for Aunt Co's death! "Song Chieu Chieu, you are crazy!" Right now. Tieu Dat pushed the door in and saw me holding scissors and rushing towards Lam Uyen. "General!" He roared angrily and rushed towards me, without hesitation he pulled out his sword and stabbed at me. I looked at the sword in front of my chest and laughed heartily. I planted one foot forward and let my body pitch toward the blade. The sword pierced my shoulder, blood gushing out. Tieu Dat's face changed dramatically, he painfully hugged my sliding body tightly, and shouted hoarsely: "Song Chieu Chieu!" When I woke up, my shoulder was in severe pain, as if I just moved a little bit

The core will crack. I can't die. The long sword pierced my right shoulder. Although it did not damage the vital area, it still lost too much blood. I stared at the familiar green silk curtain above my head, this was my small courtyard. Outside the door suddenly came a conversation in a low voice. "General, you've been on guard for three days and three nights, your armor hasn't been taken off, and you haven't even drank a drop of water. You've been here several times in the army, saying there's an important matter in the Army..." "Get out." Tieu Dat's voice was hoarse to the point of being speechless, carrying obvious fatigue. If it were before, perhaps I would feel sad for him. But now. I just see him nauseous. It was quiet outside again. Immediately after that, there was the sound of the door being pushed open. He eased his steps and slowly walked to my bed. Seeing me open my eyes, his eyes revealed a look of crazy joy. His hand trembled as he reached for mine: "Chieu Chieu, you're awake? You scared me..." I used all my strength and moved my hand away.