Chapter 8 — He Used To See Me As A Decoration, Now He Begs Me Not To Leave

For the next few days, he sent people to bring all kinds of precious medicinal herbs and delicate items, but I locked them all intact in the warehouse. He himself has been here several times. The first time, he stood outside the hospital door for a full hour. I didn't open the door, he just stood there like that, until late at night before leaving. The second time, he directly pushed the door and walked in. At that time, I was sitting in the hospital reading a medical book. Xuan Hoa wanted to stop me, but I just shook my head slightly. He walked up to me, stood still for a long time before speaking with difficulty:

“Tan Chieu, I…”

It seemed like he wanted to apologize, but the word "sorry" was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it out loud. I didn't even lift my eyelids, I just turned a page and gently asked:

“Is there something wrong with the king?”

My coldness and distance are like an invisible wall, completely blocking him from the outside. His face turned pale little by little, his lips moved a few times, and in the end he could only say one sentence:

“…I'm not good.”

After that, he struggled as if he was running for his life and left. From then on, he no longer came during the day, but instead came in the middle of the night. He didn't enter my room, he just sat quietly on the stone steps in the yard, just sitting there was a long night. Early the next morning, when I woke up, he had left, leaving only a patch of water on the stone steps soaked by the night dew. Xuan Hoa couldn't bear to look at it and advised me several times:

"Miss, the Royal Family... you look so pitiful. Or are you just..."

“Xuan Hoa.”

I interrupted her.

“A dog once bit you, then turned around and wagged its tail at you. Would you feel pitiful for it, then forget how fiercely it bit you before?”

Xuan Hoa immediately fell silent. I put down the medical book in my hand and looked out the window.

"Besides, he's not a dog."

“It's the Royal Family.”

I said leisurely.

"His apology and appeasement are not worth a penny. Because he can take it back at any time, and at any time he can continue to condemn me."

I will never leave my destiny in someone else's hands again. A month later, the mama in charge of affairs passed the news that the medical shop "Te The Duong" under my name had begun to gain some reputation in the capital. Especially that uncle of mine, thanks to his great technique of correct bone healing, he cured the broken leg of Minister Lai, in a short period of time, the medical clinic was crowded with people coming in and out. I decided to go to the medical store to see for myself. I changed into an unremarkable male outfit, followed Xuan Hoa, and quietly left the palace through the side door. This is the first time after marrying into the Royal Palace that I stepped out. The streets of the capital are still as bustling and bustling as ever. The location of Te The Duong is not considered too remote, in front of the door there is already a long line of people waiting to be examined. I didn't alarm anyone, I just sat down in the tea room opposite, quietly observing. The uncle sat examining the patient, a few disciples were in charge of taking the medicine, everything was neat and clear. I was looking into a trance when a familiar figure appeared in front of the medical shop door. It's Tieu Can Ngon. He also wore civilian clothes, did not bring any entourage, and on his face carried a look of fatigue and impatience that was difficult to hide. It seemed like he wanted to step in, but when he saw The line of people lining up in front were a bit hesitant. At that moment, a woman holding a child ran out of the hospital crying, almost bumping into him. The child in the woman's arms was pale and breathing weakly, looking like he was about to die.

"Doctor! Please save my child!"

The woman knelt down on the ground, continuously bowing her head towards the hospital and begging my uncle. The uncle walked out, reached out to feel the child's breathing and shook his head, his face full of pain.

“Madam, forgive me for being helpless, I have tried everything.”

"This child was born with a mental illness in the mother's womb, and now he is possessed by evil spirits. It's already... the oil has run out and the light has gone out."

“Prepare for the aftermath.”

Hearing those words, the woman immediately fell limp to the ground, crying bitterly. People around could only sigh and shake their heads.