Chapter 2 — Heaven's Destiny is Difficult to Disobey

3That night, I slept very peacefully. In my entire life, I have never been covered with such a soft blanket. In my entire life, I have never felt so relaxed and at peace. I know that from now on, I have escaped the fate of becoming a prostitute in the palace. From now on, we will no longer have to wake up in nights filled with heart-wrenching cries. But that's still not enough. I must use all my strength to climb up, climb to the highest peak of power to be able to avenge my aunt. Thinking about those things, I cried and fell asleep. The next day when I woke up, I saw that the wound on my hand had been carefully bandaged. When I sat up, I saw next to the bed a set of palace decorations. To the touch, it was as soft as cool water, even softer than the outfit I had worn before. It seems that the Crown Prince still treats the palace staff well. This time, I bet correctly. From then on, I became a close maid of the Crown Prince. There is no need to do heavy work every day, just serve the Crown Prince well. Besides having a somewhat cold personality, the Crown Prince is not very difficult to serve. The school doesn't allow girls to enter, he spends most of his time there. I just need to prepare warm water, pajamas and a late-night meal for him every time he returns from school. But on the first day, we made a mistake. When the Crown Prince entered the room to take a bath, he became angry before he even got into the water. He angrily called me in. "You have always only bathed in cold water, don't you know?" The prince was shirtless, each drop of water falling to the shiny floor, as if counting each beat of my heart. I lightly ruffled the hem of his shirt, not daring to look directly at his upper body. "Your Highness, it's winter right now, bathing in cold water can easily catch a cold." "Cold water is soothing, quickly change the cold water for me." He still coldly ordered. I know, the current Crown Prince walks step by step in the palace as if he were walking on thin ice, there is a father who always wants to depose him, and a mother who only wants to take him back to the West. He endured humiliation to train himself, study hard, all to hide himself and wait for the opportunity to avenge the mother who raised him. Therefore, every day he bathed in cold water to train his will. "Your Highness, if your mind is calm, then you will be strong. If your body is sick, how can you fulfill your ambition? Servants are only worried about your health." Next to the Crown Prince, there is no shortage of obedient palace servants, but what he needs is someone who understands him, loves him, and someone who can warm his heart. I deliberately went against his will, so that he could see my concern. "You..." The Crown Prince was momentarily speechless, a moment later he burst out laughing again. "No one has ever said this to you before, you can go away." I replied and then went back to the kitchen to prepare dinner for him. The prince studied hard and had to eat a bowl of meat soup every night. But I prepared a bowl of white porridge for you, along with a few small plates of food that I made myself. As expected, the Crown Prince became angry again. "Who let you make your own decisions?" "Your Highness, you shouldn't eat a lot of salty food at night." He was so angry that he threw the tea cup to the ground. "Trieu Mac, don't think that Miss treats you leniently, you can challenge her again and again!" "If she can save you from the boiling water, she can also throw you back there!" I knelt down, my words were sincere: "If slave Just to have a safe place to live, I ignore the things that are harmful to your highness's health, then I would rather go back to suffering." "I really don't know what to do with you." He choked back his anger, then sighed again, sitting down with a spoon to eat the bowl of porridge and those small dishes.

When he tasted the food made by my own hands, a glint of joy flashed in his eyes. He ate the entire bowl of porridge in one go, and there wasn't even much left of the other side dishes. I hid the smile that was gradually appearing on my lips. From then on, every day I prepared warm water, warm clothes, and warm food for the Crown Prince, little by little seeping into his life. As the days passed, I gradually left my mark in his heart. If it was just taking good care of the Crown Prince, anyone could do it, and I could easily be replaced by someone else. Currently, I am only considered a servant who knows your heart. If we want to completely change our fate, we must become irreplaceable in his heart. I'm always waiting for an opportunity. And today, that opportunity finally came. I heard that the Queen got a mysterious elixir from somewhere. That kind of drug made the Emperor even more infatuated with her. The Emperor increasingly wanted to abolish the Crown Prince, making the Crown Prince unable to eat well and sleep peacefully. At night, he often wakes up startled, hugs me and calls out the name of the mother-in-law who raised him. Today is the Crown Prince's birthday. I know he misses his biological mother very much, so I want to go to the palace to ask for a souvenir from the Queen for him. Since the queen was imprisoned in the cold palace, she never stopped dissuading that dog emperor. But every time she sent a letter of advice, he would storm into the palace, torture and humiliate her. The first time, he punished her to clean all the toilets in the palace; The second time, he punished her not to see the Crown Prince for life; The third time, he forced her to wash the feet of the new queen; … But the Queen still stubbornly sent a letter of dissuasion. If it weren't for the fact that her family was the founder of the country, the Emperor would have killed her a long time ago. Tonight, I originally intended to bring the Queen a family medicine and then take a souvenir from her to bring back to the Crown Prince. But I didn't expect to witness such a crazy and disgusting scene. The emperor was now angry again. He brought with him violence and cruelty, aggressively storming into the palace. He ordered the queen to bathe, put on makeup, and then dance with the eunuchs. Even though the eunuch has lost his foundation, he still has desires. Every time a eunuch aroused desire, the dog emperor ordered the queen to take off a layer of clothing. It wasn't until the queen was left with only a thin, transparent nightgown that he finally stopped this sick game. Unexpectedly, at this time he thought of a more sick game. He ordered those lustful eunuchs to "serve" the queen thoroughly tonight. I don't need to say what the two words "serve" mean. The Queen has a strong and upright personality, how could she endure his humiliation and torture to the point of being no better than a beast? She intended to commit suicide to end his disgusting torture, as well as see it as a way to liberate herself. However, the Emperor ordered the eunuchs to tie her hands and feet to the pole. After the Emperor Dog left the cold palace, the eunuchs rushed in like wolves pouncing on prey, rushing towards the Queen's remains. At first, I didn't want to get involved in this matter. But when I think of the pain that the sisters who loved me had to endure, and the regretful look on my aunt's face before committing suicide, my heart feels like it's been tied by a rope, making it impossible for me to escape. I have imagined countless times in my heart how to save them, how to crush those who humiliated them. Their unjust souls still follow me on the palace walls, I cannot

ignore. I looked at the bottle of medicinal oil in my hand and suddenly thought of a plan. I poured medicinal oil into the fire extinguisher bucket, spread it on the palace door, then lit the torch and threw it in. This secret medicine can catch fire, very quickly, a large fire broke out in front of the cold palace door. The eunuchs and palace servants hastily fled. I took the opportunity to rush in to save the queen and secretly took her to a ruined palace where I used to live. I told this story to the Crown Prince. When he finished listening, he saw that he had completely lost his usual calmness, his whole person rushed out like an arrow, intending to welcome the late empress back to the Eastern Palace. I stepped up to stop him, advising him that the queen had a strong personality and was too stubborn. If the Emperor knew she was still alive, he would only imprison her in another palace, and the Queen would constantly challenge the Emperor's limits. That does not benefit the Crown Prince at all. It would be better for the Emperor to think that she had died in a sea of fire, but luckily he would still feel a little guilty, recalling some of the old friendship, then fearing that people would let out gossip and gossip, at least at this time, he would not dare to depose the Crown Prince. The Crown Prince looked at me thoughtfully: "Can you think so deeply?" I bowed my head: "This slave was born in a lowly place in the palace, from a young age he has suffered enough from the torment of others, he has to think about everything a little further. His Highness treats his slaves with respect, of course he must think more about you." He nodded and took my hand: "A Mac, since your mother passed away, no one has ever thought about you. "Your loyalty, I have remembered. As long as I am here, I will not let you suffer the torment of others." The candle in his eyes flickered, I couldn't tell how much of his words were sincere. But no matter what, I have taken root in the Crown Prince's heart. From then on, I was not only a close servant, but also a benefactor of his mother. The Crown Prince secretly arranged for someone to take the queen out of the palace and place her in a safe place. The emperor also believed that the queen had died in the fire. Perhaps after losing it, people feel regret. Or perhaps the Emperor remembered some of his childhood love between husband and wife, but today he suddenly entered the Crown Prince's Eastern Palace, visited and comforted him, and even said a few touching words to himself. The Crown Prince clenched his fists and bowed his head, not looking at him. The Crown Prince knew that he was currently not strong enough and could not confront the Emperor, so he could only swallow all the hatred in his heart. The Emperor thought that the Crown Prince was too sad for his mother. And to show his kindness, he immediately wrote a sentimental poem to commemorate his late wife. But before the ink could dry, he quickly waved his hand and went to his beloved concubine's palace. The poetic paper was blown away by the night wind, as if mocking his "profoundness". The Crown Prince threw the teacup he had used earlier onto the snowy ground. The cup shattered into many pieces. I looked at the broken cup and smiled softly. Very good, His Highness the Crown Prince, it seems our enemies are one..