Chapter 8 — Forget Them All, We'll Live Better Again

I bit the handkerchief tightly, but still couldn't stop trembling. Luc Hoai Nghien hugged me tightly, his voice was already hoarse.

"Command doctor! Quickly transmit doctor!"

The doctor comes and goes. Bowl after bowl of medicine is forced upon us to drink. All useless. By the time the sun is about to dawn, our mind is a little more alert. I leaned in Luc Hoai Nghien's arms and saw a little gray and white light glimmering outside the window.

“Luc Hoai Nghien.”

He immediately lowered his head.

“I want to eat chestnut cake.”

“I will send someone to buy it.”

“The shop is in the south of the city.”

“Okay, the shop is in the south of the city.”

He hugged me very tightly. Like just hugging like that will keep me there. I said softly:

“You go on your own.”

His whole body stiffened.

“What now?”

“But what about her…”

I raised my eyes to look at him.

“Didn't you say you would agree with me about anything?”

His eye sockets turned red. A long time later, he replied hoarsely: After he left. A Dan walked in. She knelt in front of the bed and held my hand.

“Miss, the carriage is ready.”

We look out the window.

“Is Luc Hoai Nghien chasing after you?”

"No. The chestnut cake shop in the south of the city moved three years ago. Even if the Royal Family searched until dark, they wouldn't be able to find it."

I couldn't help but laugh. Laughed and then coughed up blood. A Dan cried while helping me sit up.

“Don't cry, A Dan.”

“I want to leave this place alive.”

Early that morning. From the back door of the Regent Palace, an old car carrying food residue ran out. In the car lay a dead person. At least everyone thinks that. That person is dead. It was not until dusk that Luc Hoai Nghien returned. In his hand he carried a package of chestnut cakes. That's what he had to search for more than half of the capital until he finally bought it in an old bakery. Our institute is filled with white cloth. A Dan knelt in the hallway, crying to the point of almost fainting.

“Your Highness... the lady can't wait for you anymore.”

Luc Hoai Nghien stood in front of the hospital gate. It didn't move for a long time. The wind blew making the white flags flutter. The tar paper package in his hand fell to the ground. The chestnut cakes rolled out, covered in dust. He didn't seem to see it at all. Just step by step, step by step to the front of the bed. The person on the bed was covered with a white sheet. That was originally a woman arranged by A Dan to be brought back from the cemetery. His body shape already had some similarities, but he used drugs to change his face. He held out his hand. But I didn't dare lift it up.

“Before leaving, the lady said... you don't want to see the Royal Family anymore.”

Luc Hoai Nghien's hand stopped in midair for a long time. The doctor stood next to him and said hoarsely:

"Your Highness... the girl was poisoned by cold worms. Before she left, her appearance was damaged. It's better... not to look."

He didn't say anything. Just slowly pull the white cloth down to one corner. The face under the white cloth was so pale that it was almost bloodless. The corners of his lips still had dried blood stains. Cheeks were slightly swollen from the poison. No longer the gentle appearance of the past. A Dan knelt beside him, crying until his voice was hoarse.

"Young lady, before leaving, told this servant... not to let the prince see you like this..."

Luc Hoai Nghien's hand shook violently. In the end, he did not dare to lift the white cloth any further. Him I just knelt down next to the bed, away from the white fabric, and gently placed my hand on that cold face. Like just a little touch. The person lying there will open his eyes and call out to him. Right after that. Suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. Later, when A Dan told me that story. Her voice was very calm.

“Miss, the King is crying.”

At that time I was sitting on a boat going to Nam Chau. He held a bowl of hot soup in his hand and drank it slowly. The wind blowing from the river makes people sleepy. I just made a soft "oh" sound.

“Miss, aren't you happy?”

I thought for a moment.

"Don't know."

I used to think. I will feel very satisfied. But when he actually heard it, he suffered. In my heart, I don't feel much happier. Everything is too late. So late. Even continuing to hate him. I also feel so tired. In Nam Chau, there is an old physician. The person that A Dan had to spend all his effort to find. He said cold tooth poison is very difficult to cure.