Chapter 8 — Chinh Phi's Chess Game

His hand paused for a moment. "That day in the study, I said I admired your highness for a long time, but it was a lie." Ky Kim Viet said nothing. "I don't admire you. I don't even like you." His expression did not change, just looking at me silently. "At that time, I thought, the fifth prince was rejected three times, could not keep his face, it was the easiest time to say something. My sister pushed me out as a shield, I took the opportunity. Anyway, that second sister did not If you need it, I can use it." "After I got married, every time I showed weakness in front of my sister, every time I was patient in front of her, I had already calculated it. What time did you leave the court, what time did you return to the palace, what path did you take through the flower hall, I calculated everything." "That last miscarriage, I really didn't count." Saying this, I stopped, my throat was tight. "The child is really gone, how sad. That pain is also real." Ky Kim Viet raised her hand to wipe the corner of her eyes for me. "I know." "You know?" "Do you think I'm really stupid for three years?" His voice was very light, carrying a trace of bitter laughter, "The first day I entered the palace, you asked your mother to write down my living habits and hobbies. Even I remember clearly what time I go to the bathroom. This kind of thing can be hidden from your sister, but not from the elderly next to me." "Then why don't you expose it?" He lowered his head to look at our child, his voice very soft. "Because everything you do is helping me." "When your sister made tea and burned incense for me, She helped me organize the backroom accounts. When she was intimate with me, she memorized the backgrounds and weaknesses of each subordinate. When she thought of how to compete for favor, she turned the fifth prince's palace into an iron barrel." "A woman who marries in, doesn't compete for favor, doesn't compete for work, just works quietly, or is a saint, or has a plan." "You're not a saint." I was stunned by what he said for a moment. "So what is your Majesty's plan?" her." He bent down, his forehead touching mine, "You plan everyone, I am willing to be counted by you." "Anyway, the result is the same. She is by my side, the child is in my heart, the world is in my hands." "What you want, I give you." "What you don't want, I don't force." My nose is sour. "Your Majesty." "Yes?" "Now I really like you." then." He laughed a little. "I know." "When did it start?" I thought for a moment. "When you burned that book Lac Than Phu." He froze. "Mom told me. You sat in the study all night, personally burning what you wrote for your sister." "From that moment on, I knew that even though this person had been deceived for three years, he was very serious." "You are serious, you deserve to be serious for once." He didn't say anymore. Just hug both me and the child in my arms, hug for a long time. Outside the window the sky was bright. In Truong Ninh Palace, it was quiet, even the wind was warm. "Your Majesty the Queen is eternal." On the day of Ky An's hundred-day banquet, the entire royal court brought their families to the palace to congratulate. I sat in a high position, looking at the beautiful fragrant clothes and hair in the hall, suddenly feeling panicked. Three years ago at this time, I was still kneeling on the cold tile floor in the Lam family's study, telling my father that when my sister knelt in the hallway, the corners of her lips curled up. Parents don't believe it. Now he believes it. He and my mother sat in the first row at the ladies' party, the smiles on their faces brighter than anyone else's. Mother even wiped her tears twice, saying her grandson would grow up to be just like me when he was young. I smiled back. No mention of billions. They also didn't mention it. It's like that person never existed. After the banquet ended, Ky Kim Viet held my hand and walked in the royal garden. Ky An was carried back by her nanny, and there were only the two of us left in the garden. "There's something I've always wanted to ask you." "Your Majesty, just ask." "The day you went to the prison to meet your sister, what did you finally say to her?" I thought for a moment.

"I'm telling you the truth." "What truths?" "All." He didn't ask specifically anymore. He just held my hand tightly. "Regret it?" "Ban her death?" "Yes." I shook my head. "I gave her three years to regret. During those three years, I did not torture her, there were blankets and mattresses in the prison, food to eat." "But until the last day, she still told me: The person in your Highness's heart is me." "A person who died without repentance, kept it as a job." What?" Ky Kim Viet was silent for a moment, then smiled. "The Queen is right." I tilted my head to look at him. Under the moonlight, his features were much softer than three years ago. No longer is he the teenager who was rejected three times and still came to the door to ask for marriage. No longer was the fifth prince led by his sister's nose for three years. He is the king. And I am his queen. "Your Majesty." "Yes?" "I still have one last secret I haven't told you." He raised his eyebrows. "That day in the study, when my sister pushed me away, she said: My sister has admired your highness since childhood." "The reason I was able to answer that was not because of my quick reaction in battle." "But because three days before that, I knew she would say that." Ky's footsteps Kim Viet stopped.