Chapter 5 — He Used To See Me As A Decoration, Now He Begs Me Not To Leave

She opened the brocade box, and a transparent white jade statue of Guanyin immediately appeared before everyone's eyes. The quality of the jade is gentle and the carving is exquisite. Just look at it and you will know that the value is not small. Thuc Phi laughed so much that she couldn't close her mouth:

“Good child, you really have a heart.”

Everyone around also praised Miss To for being filial and understanding. To Khinh Nhu enjoyed everyone's praise, but in the corner of her eyes, she silently glanced at me, carrying the attitude of a winner. It's like saying, even if you know medical skills, so what? In this Royal Palace, the one who is favored is still me. Thuc Phi accepted the gift, then turned around and asked me:

“Tan Chieu, are you prepared to pay homage to me?”

Everyone's eyes focused on him again. I took out a small porcelain vase from my sleeve and handed it over.

"I don't have anything precious, this is a condensed incense that I personally prepared."

"Nguyen Thuc doesn't sleep well. At night, just apply a little on your temples and wrists, it will help you sleep better."

My gift is simply too simple and poor compared to that precious Bach Ngoc Quan Am statue. Someone in the crowd burst into laughter. The corners of To Khinh Nhu's lips also curled up to an arc that was hard to detect. Even Tieu Can Ngon's eyebrows frowned tightly. Concubine Thuc opened the porcelain vase, and an elegant medicinal scent immediately spread, not too strong, but made people's spirits clear. There was no sign of joy or anger on her face. At that moment, a maid suddenly screamed and ran in from outside, her face pale, pointing her finger outside, even her words were unclear.

"No... it's not done! Concubine Thuc's 'Phoenix Blood Flowing Glass'... was broken!"

“Phuong Huyet Luu Ly” is a pot of orchids given to Concubine Thuc by the emperor.

When the flower blooms, it is as bright red as blood, as transparent as lapis lazuli, and is the thing that Concubine Thuc loves most, and usually values it more than her own life. Thuc Phi's face immediately turned pale and she stood up forcefully. Everyone also stood up at the same time, moving loudly toward the flower room in the back yard. I also followed behind the crowd, but a bad feeling arose in my heart. This play feels like it was intentionally arranged just for me. Sure enough, when everyone ran to the flower room, they only saw that the precious "Phoenix Blood Lily" pot had been knocked to the ground, the flower pot was broken, soil and broken flower branches were scattered everywhere. In the midst of that chaos, a small earring engraved with the word "Chieu" was quietly lying there, reflecting the cold light under the lamp. Those are a pair of earrings in my dowry. Today, what we wear in our ears is also it. I instinctively raised my hand to touch my ear. The earring in the left ear has disappeared for some time. In the blink of an eye, everyone's eyes were like sharp swords, simultaneously stabbing straight at me. Thuc Phi looked at the broken scene on the ground, her body staggered, almost fainting.

“My flower pot…”

Her voice trembled, pointing straight at me, so angry that she couldn't speak.

“You… you…”

To Khinh Nhu quickly supported her, her eyes were red, her face filled with disbelief ta.

"Sister, why should it be you? I know you don't like the Bach Ngoc Quan Am statue I gave you that took away your attention, but... but you can't vent your anger like that with Concubine Thuc's beloved thing!"

Her words were truly too poisonous. Directly crucified me into a jealous, cruel, angry person. Tieu Can Ngon quickly walked over, picked up the earring on the ground, then looked at my empty left earlobe. His face instantly turned colder than ice.

“Tan Chieu.”

He tightened his grip on the earring in his hand, the blue veins on the back of his hand bulging violently, word by word he pressed his question to me:

“Do you have anything else to say?”

The evidence is extremely authentic. This is a perfect trap. I looked at the crowd in front of me, at Concubine Thuc's anger, the guests' contempt, To Khinh Nhu's "heartbroken and angry" look, and Tieu Can Ngon's eyes filled with disappointment and disgust. Suddenly I felt extremely calm.

“Do you think this matter is my fault?”