Chapter 8 — Five Lives of Changing Mothers

I once wasted all the merit and virtue of doing good deeds in ten lifetimes, just to compete for a chance to become the queen. Five times I sent my hope to my mother, Tham Nhuoc Vi, whose blood was related, but what I received in return was only a scattered soul and endless pain. It was not until I escaped the shackles of blood and proactively ran to Concubine Hoa's belly, who was waiting for me, that I understood that my identity, bloodline, and glory were all external things. There are people who are willing to block all the rain and wind in the world for you, that is the only true home in this life. The warm spring wind blew through the Duc Khon palace garden, the entire peony garden was in full bloom, and warm sunlight spread across the green stone path. The concubine, dressed elegantly, bent down to hold my hand as a child, slowly strolling to admire the flowers. I suddenly let go of her hand, threw myself into her warm embrace, and clearly called out for mother. She firmly opened her arms and hugged me tightly, her palms gently caressing my back, her eyes gently smiling. The sunlight fell on the two people embracing each other, the warmth lasting a long time. Blood has never been a chain of love before. The person who is willing to give everything to protect you completely is the place to return to in this life.