Chapter 3 — Crown Prince Competing With Ch?

Its body is warm, its fur is soft, and it is very comfortable to hug. While stroking Phu Quy's fur, I remembered that there was another person next to me. I hesitated a bit, tilted my head and quietly discussed: "That... if you feel uncomfortable, I will take Phu Quy to the next palace to sleep." As soon as he finished speaking, there was a rustling sound next to him and someone jumped up. Han Triet's voice carried surprise and anger at being insulted: "Who let her sleep next door?!" He bowed his head, glared at Phu Quy in my arms, gritted his teeth: "There's just a dog on the bed, can't sleep?!" He lay down heavily, pulled his blanket, and turned his back to me. A moment later, he turned over again, stared at Phu Quy, and added viciously: "Tell him to sleep outside! What is it like lying in the middle?!" I quietly moved Phu Quy to the edge of the bed a bit. 10 I fell asleep and felt a rustling next to me. It seemed like Han Triet woke up in the middle of the night. I turned around and continued to sleep. I don't know how much time passed, my hand reached out to the warm place next to me to touch it—— Empty. Where is Phu Quy? I immediately woke up. Confused, I sat up and softly called out: "Phu Quy?" No one replied. There was only the sound of the wind outside the window. I got out of bed, intending to call the palace maid. As soon as my feet touched the ground, before I could stand firmly, I heard a noise from the side hall. Eyes are not clear, ears are quite sharp. It's Han Triet's voice. There is a quieter voice, which is often visited by Mr. Chu. Mr. Chu asked: "Your Highness, is that guide dog... convenient to use?" Be quiet for a moment. Han Triet suddenly raised his voice and growled softly: "You bastard! Why don't you give a gift to a dog?!" I was startled and grabbed the bedpost to stand firmly. The other side is not peaceful. "Now she has a dog, what about me? What should I do?!" Mr. Chu seemed to be stunned into a state of scolding, unable to say a word. But the more Han Triet spoke, the angrier he became, his footsteps became faster. Next, I heard him gritting his teeth and roaring lowly: "And you! What tail are you wagging?!" "Being a dog for her is a blessing I've been praying for for so many years. How can you rely on it to win?!" “……?” In the next hall, Han Triet's scolding continued, full of fearlessness. "Chu Xuong! What are you planning! I told you to find something to entertain her, did I tell you to cut off my life?!" Mr. Chu's voice was timid: "Your Highness, I... I only see that that dog is smart, obedient, and can help your highness lighten the burden..." "Less the burden?! You're cleaning me up too!" Han Triet shouted angrily, "Now you only have that dog in your eyes!" The more he spoke, the more excited he became, his voice as fast as pouring green beans: "If I want to hold hands, I have to look at the dog's face to see if it's happy! What is it?! Huh?! What is it?!" "I'm the one who married properly! I'm the one who got married properly!" 11 The door hinge makes a "squeak" sound. I stood there holding on to the door frame. “Han Triet, why is being a dog for me the blessing you have been praying for for so many years?” Ahead is a vague light. The two silhouettes can be distinguished. Still on the ground... a small ball of fur, its tail still wagging. There was a dead silence. “I… I leave!” Mr. Chu walked along the wall and fled. The door gently closed. “I… that…” Han Triet's throat rolled up and down, his eyes avoided, not daring to look directly at my face. After trying for half a day, I still couldn't squeeze out a complete sentence. We take one step forward. Just moving a little, Han's eyes looked Triet swept forward. "Trac Tu, do you want to die? Have you put your shoes on?!" He suddenly roared and rushed forward like an arrow. Before I could react, the world rotated. He directly picked me up horizontally, head down. “Han Triet!” I punched his back. He didn't pay attention, he held my struggling leg with one hand, bowed his head and walked straight back to the temple. “Let me down!” “Shut up!” He walked very fast, very firmly, his shoulders were tight, making my stomach uncomfortable. Phu Quy trotted along behind, his tail wagging excitedly. The bowmen on both sides bowed their heads to avoid it, their shoulders trembling. I heard the sound of heavy breathing in his chest, both hurried and heavy. It wasn't until we got back to the palace that he put me on the bed. Phu Quy gently jumped up and curled up at my feet. Han Triet stood in front of the bed, his chest heaving. He glared at me, then glared at Phu Quy. Finally, he said in an irritated voice: "Sleep!" Turn off the lights, turn the blanket over and lie down. Turn your back to me, curl up tightly. 11 Sleep is impossible. I got up, groped my way back into the bed, facing him. Reaching out to pull the blanket covering his head. He held tight and didn't let go. I pulled it a little, he immediately pulled it back and rolled it even more tightly. Pulling back and forth a few times, I lost patience. Resolutely, she reached up to touch his face. As soon as his fingers touched the skin, Han Triet's whole body stiffened and his breathing stopped. While he was still stunned, I "swisped" and pulled the blanket off him. He stared at me with wide eyes, in the darkness, even the vague expression of shock was clearly visible. My hand is still on his face. Follow the contours, gently touch a few times. Then, raise your hand, not too hard or too lightly, and pat him once. “Pop” with a crisp sound. No pain, but the sound is clear. Han Triet was completely stunned. “Trac Tu, she…!” He jumped up, his voice completely lost, "You hit me?!" Phu Quy was awakened and raised his head with a "woof" sound. “You deserve to be beaten.” I retracted my hand and calmly said, "Tell me clearly." "What blessing? How many years have I been praying for?" He seemed to be strangled and immediately fell silent. In the darkness, I felt his hot eyes on my face. After a while, his throat rolled violently. I thought he was going to scream, shaking the rafters. Unexpectedly, his voice was low and light, trembling as if he had exhausted all his courage: "I... I... like you, can't I?" "…" "…OH." I slowly crawled back to where I lay down. Next to me, a figure suddenly moved violently. “…Just like that?!” “What if it doesn't?” I turned my back to him, hugged Phu Quy in my arms, "Go to sleep." Behind him, Han Triet was so angry that he jumped up. Pointing at me "She..." for a long time, I still couldn't say "she". Finally, he fell down extremely strongly. The bed made a dull sound. I closed my eyes, but the corners of my lips couldn't help but curl up silently.