Chapter 5 — Crown Prince Under My Dress

"The rescue is coming too late!" "Your Highness the Crown Prince! Get behind me! Who is the bad guy?" I picked up the bowl and poured the rice on Ly Muc Duong's face. And the guard's sword almost poked me in the eye. Ly Muc Duong wiped his face and kicked the sword away. The rope tied to his body was also thrown away by him snapping his fingers. He took a deep breath. "Back down, you're just experiencing life." "The person who harmed this crown prince is someone else. It has nothing to do with this single lady." I looked at Ly Muc Duong. A few days ago, he was a different person. He kept calling me evil, cowering against the wall, begging me not to insult him or take off his clothes. But we didn't do anything. Ly Muc Duong was still angry, scolding me for not doing anything? Now, he has a noble, self-contained appearance. Someone invited me into the palace, saying they wanted to reward me handsomely. 15The palanquin in the palace was spacious. Just the two of us looking at each other. Ly Muc Duong pushed a stack of cakes in the palace. "Eat." I signaled. Ly Muc Duong nodded, stretched out his hand: "Write, I'm too lazy to read." But writing is the slowest way. Haiz. I can only write each word on his palm. But Ly Muc Duong did not lose patience, every sentence had a response. It wasn't until I entered the Eastern Palace that I slowly realized it and wrote it on his palm again. "Your Highness, why did you let me enter the palace?" "To become a crown prince." Ly Muc Duong's voice was calm: "The Ly family's ancestors taught that if you touch the dragon egg, you are the future wife. Coincidentally, you no longer have a husband, and I lack a wife, aren't we born with a pair?" I shook my head repeatedly to express "no". But Ly Muc Duong covered his eyes and pretended to be blind. "You have to tell me personally." I didn't understand, until the next day, several highly virtuous doctors arrived. The head doctor touched my throat and said: "The wound caused by the smoke in the past, the necrotic flesh must be cut off, so that new flesh can grow back. It can be cured, but it is very painful." Just like what Tong Thang had said that year. At that time, he found a cure, but could not bear to let me suffer. Just listening to the process, he couldn't bear to frown. The bottom of my eyes carried tears of sadness. Therefore, Tong Thang would rather study handicrafts. It would be better to find a Lam Thien with a voice similar to mine, to convey the meaning for me. He once promised me that even if I couldn't speak for the rest of my life, he would still hear me. But this time. Ly Muc Duong let me make my own choice. "The doctor said it can be cured, do you want it? Good things in life, after all, you have to suffer a little."Speak frankly. Don't pay attention to emotions. Seeing my hesitation, he turned around and asked the doctor what medicine he needed, just take it from his treasure trove. When Ly Muc Duong took the doctor away. I quickly ran in front of him. Seriously nodded. I want to be cured. I want to be heard, I don't want others to just cover their eyes and ignore me. Ly Muc Duong raised his eyebrows: "Yes, I'm with you." 16 Nursing your body for half a month. On the day of treatment, Ly Muc Duong missed his morning class. He sat by the bed, his expression calm, saying he would stay by my side. But he tightened his grip on the handrail. Don't dare look at the doctor's tools. Before I could laugh, the doctor picked up the scraper and called me back to my senses. "Miss Kieu, it's begun. This time it only hurts more than when you were injured that year." The part that hurts is raw meat, the part that doesn't hurt is dead meat. The wound must distinguish between the two, so anesthetic cannot be used. Knife lowered. I'm in so much pain that my consciousness is blurred. Someone wipe my tears. Through blurred vision, I clearly saw that it was Ly Muc Duong. He frowned and told me to tighten his arm. Bear the pain together. He didn't moan once. From morning until the candlelight flickers. The head physician finally applied the ointment, she smiled: "Miss Kieu, don't drink water these past few days. Wait until the wound heals completely, one day you will be able to

talk again." Ly Muc Duong also promised, wait until I can talk. I can freely choose whether to go or stay. Wait for the doctor to leave. I held Ly Muc Duong's hand, looking at his arm that I pressed until it bled. "Stupid." I wrote. "Why are you being nice to me?" I just remember that I once met the crown prince with Tong Thang. He stood looking at me from afar. The expression on his face did not show any joy. Does the Ly family really value male chastity that much? Touching an egg is a lifetime? I quietly wrote down again: "Your Highness, do you like me?" Ly Muc Duong's fingertips curled up, he turned around and held my ten fingers tightly. Say nothing. But there's something wrapped around our holding hands. Tie into a death knot.17Convalescence in the Eastern Palace. Half a month later, I uttered my first word. "Ah." Ly Muc Duong's face showed no emotion. But he gave the palace staff a day off and everyone was rewarded with money. He also ordered me: "Next time, call me by name, understand?" He was so happy that he organized a traveling party again. Unexpectedly, Tong Thang brought Lam Thien with him. Lam Thien followed behind, and as soon as he saw me, he said: “Madam! Oh, you two are separated, I should call you Miss Kieu." Tong Thang coldly reprimanded: "Lam Thien, be careful." He saw me, as if breathing a sigh of relief, stepped forward, first bowing to the crown prince.