Chapter 1 — Four Generations of Crown Princes Concubine Died, I Replaced with Marrying the World of Great Sacrifice

Four generations of Crown Princesses died miserably, and I was captured as the fifth generation... The capital has passed down a terrifying legend. Whoever marries the Crown Prince must die. In the four generations of Crown Princess before me, none of them had a good ending. The Queen Mother was so impatient that she walked around everywhere. The Emperor was so worried that his hair kept falling out. Finally, Kham Thien Giam stroked his beard and said:

“Only people with a strong destiny can suppress the evil spirit of the East Palace.”

Searched all over the capital for three days and three nights. Finally determined it was me. On the wedding night, the Crown Prince's hand holding the joy scale trembled slightly, not daring to look at me. I proactively lifted the red scarf and smiled at him:

“Your Royal Highness, are you afraid that my concubine will also die?”

His lips moved, it took a long time to squeeze out a sentence:

“You… aren't you afraid of death?”

I burst out laughing. Fear of death? In this life, the thing I fear the most is death... The capital has a terrifying legend. Whoever marries the Crown Prince must die. In the four generations of Crown Princess before me, none of them had a good ending. The first person died suddenly on the wedding night. The second person fell into the water and died. The third person was poisoned and died. The fourth person, whose palace was on fire, was burned to black charcoal. The Eastern Palace is like a mill of flesh and blood. The Crown Princess stepped into it, not even her bones remained. The Queen Mother was so impatient that she walked around everywhere. The Emperor was so worried that his hair fell out in patches. Finally, Kham Thien Giam stroked his beard and said:

“Only people with a strong destiny can suppress the evil spirit of the East Palace.”

“Wei… Miss Wei?”

I put the armor on my shoulder and nodded:

“It's me, what's the matter?”

Just like that. He "invited" me back to the palace. They gave me a bath. Change me a set of clothes. Teach me three days of rules. Day four. I was stuffed into a palanquin. Married to the current Crown Prince. The phoenix mandarin's uniform was very heavy, pressing so much that my neck ached. The red scarf covering the head is very stuffy, making it a bit difficult to breathe. I heard someone outside whispering loudly.

"Is it her? It doesn't look like anything."

“I heard that I was born as a beggar, tsk tsk, I really have bad luck.”

"What kind of bad luck? It's a death spell! Just wait and see, in no more than three days, this fifth person will also lose his life."

"Unfortunately for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, I'm afraid he will have to be miserable for the rest of his life."

I listened quietly, without a stir in my heart. In this life, the thing I fear the most is death. Paying respects to the temple, performing rituals, and being taken to the cave room. I sat on the bed of joy strewn with peanuts and longan for a long time. So long that I felt like I was about to fall asleep. The door "creaked" and was pushed open. A faint scent of ambergris mixed with the scent of alcohol drifted in. The footsteps were very light, carrying some hesitation. He stopped in front of me. I can feel his eyes, through the red scarf falling on me. He stood for a long time, not moving. The matchmaker standing outside the door urged in a low voice: "Your Highness, it's... it's time to lift the veil." Only then did he move. I feel a joy scale slowly coming towards me. The hand holding the scale was shaking slightly. The red scarf was gently lifted up. Candlelight filled my eyes, a bit dazzling. I squinted my eyes, clearly seeing the man in front of me. He was wearing a dark red outfit, his black hair was tied in a high bun, and his appearance was as handsome as a painting. It's just that his face was as white as paper, without any color at all. His eyes avoided him, not daring to look at me at all. Obviously he came to "congratulate" me, but he looked more like a dying person than me. I kind of want to laugh. So I proactively smiled at him.

“Your Royal Highness, are you afraid that my concubine will also die?”

My voice in the quiet room sounded especially clear. He seemed startled and his body suddenly stiffened. Lips moved slightly, it took a long time to squeeze out a sentence from between his teeth.

“You… aren't you afraid of death?”

Afraid of death? I burst out laughing.

“Your Highness, in this world, everyone is afraid of death.”

“But for me, death is not the scariest thing.”

He was stunned, seemingly not understanding what I said.

"I'm just curious, how did the previous four Crown Princesses die?"

I asked very directly. His face became even whiter, his eyes showed pain and fear.

“They… were all unexpected.”

His voice was very low, like he was talking to himself.

“Unintended?” I repeated once, the smile at the corner of my lips deepened, "Your Highness, once was an accident, twice was a coincidence, three times was a conspiracy, four times... that's the curse."

“You talk nonsense!” He suddenly raised his voice, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

“The Eastern Palace has no curse!”

I looked at him and said nothing. He felt a bit cold when I looked at him, and his eyes moved away again.

“Your Highness, you don't need to be nervous.”

I stood up from the bed and walked towards him. He was a head taller than me, so I had to look up slightly to look at him.

"This life of mine was won back from the hands of the King of Hell, not just once."

"They say I have a strong life and can suppress the evil spirit of the East Palace."

"Then let's try to see if I'm hard, or if the Eastern palace's murderous aura is harder."

My voice was very calm, like I was talking about something that had nothing to do with me. Tieu Giac looked at me stunned, his eyes complicated. There is surprise, there is doubt, there are also emotions that we cannot see through. He was silent for a long time, so long that I thought he would not speak again. But he suddenly took a step forward, standing very close. I can smell the scent of ambergris on him even stronger.