Chapter 6 — Honorable King's Concubine

Such scenes are engraved in our memories for many years. After that. My brother finally passed the bachelor's exam, entered the golden palace, and became a fifth-rank official. But only because there was no one in the court to support him. He easily became a sacrifice in the struggle between factions, was unjustly sent to prison. Right then. I swore, this time it's my turn to protect brother. Brother, I don't need anything else. I don't need future, integrity, honor. But we also have nothing. The only thing we can offer is ourselves. But brother. Is reputation really that important? So important that even his own sister had to force him to death? My brother has read too many books. Those holy books created the song, and also swallowed the song. He only remembered the worldly rites, but forgot that I was his own sister, so in the end, for the sake of his reputation, he drew his sword and pointed at me. However. Brother, that day when you pointed the sword at me, I clearly saw your fingers shaking violently. In the end, he was afraid that his reputation would be damaged and criticized by thousands of people. Or are you afraid... When you die of that despicable woman in front of you, you will also forever lose your sister? 13Listen to these words. The maids in the room looked at each other, their eyes red. Some people even secretly turned their heads to wipe away their tears. Suddenly, Dong Tuyet carefully stepped forward and said in a low voice: "Master, actually... a few days ago there was a letter sent outside the palace. It was a blood letter that the elder brother asked someone to bring." "The prince was afraid that after reading it, it would affect his mood, so he told the servants to put it away first. Unless you take the initiative to ask, otherwise you should not bother taking it out." I closed my eyes tiredly: "What's worth seeing? Maybe you'll write a letter to scold me for being mean." Dong Tuyet quickly shook her head: "No!" "The slave is literate. Master To wrote in the letter that he is useless, entangled all his life, has clearly understood his past mistakes, and does not dare to ask for forgiveness. I only ask that you... absolutely do not beg anyone for his matter. Prepare a way out, find another way out, and live the rest of your life well." I was silent. Looking at the torn piece of cloth that Dong Tuyet held in her hand. Blood splattered, each word caught my eye. I couldn't control myself and trembled violently. Ca ca. Actually, I will forgive you. But I only forgive my brother who once knelt before my mother's bed, saying that he would win the future for my mother and sister. I only forgive my brother who used to fan the wind for me that summer. I will never be able to forgive the coward who was swallowed up by decency and held a sword to force me to die. Final. I slowly tightened my finger and threw it into the burning pot of coal. The fire immediately devoured the blood book. I sat quietly in front of the charcoal pot, watching it gradually turn into ash. The firelight reflects on my face. I suddenly shed tears.14In the Royal Palace. The news that Vinh Vuong was about to be married to Prime Minister Huu's only daughter as his wife spread widely. Even the eyes of the subordinates when they looked at me were filled with a bit of pity. I am as calm as water. It even feels natural. Originally, I only humbled myself to follow you to save my brother. I have never dared to ask for sincere love. I just thought that when the main wife came in the door, I would calm down, cower in the backyard and become an invisible person, living day to day like that. That night. Vinh Vuong came to my room again. He stood at the door, looking at me sitting under the light, calmly checking this month's accounts. Don't cry, don't make trouble, don't fight for affection. Not even half of the sadness. Look

With my unmoved appearance, Vinh Vuong was so angry that he burst out laughing. He strode forward, one hand pressed the notebook in my hand down, his voice was low: "There is such a rumor outside, don't you want to ask this king a question?" I lowered my eyes, my tone was respectful: "That is a holy decree. How can the prince resist the decree? I understand." "What do you understand?" Vinh Vuong squeezed my chin, forcing me to raise my head to look at him, gritted my teeth and said: "Up and down the court, who doesn't know that I have a favorite concubine in the back yard?" "The right minister only has one daughter, does he have the heart to bring her to eat this bowl of half-cooked rice?" I turned away, still speaking forcefully: "If the right minister can't bear it, there are still other ladies who are willing..." Vinh Vuong suddenly raised his voice: "But I'm not willing!" I was startled by him: "The prince should take the big picture first, and the servants will definitely stay in peace..." "Choang!" A crisp sound echo. The colored enamel tea cup on the table was slammed to the ground and shattered. The room was as quiet as death. Vinh Vuong stared at me, his eyes filled with hurt and violence: "Three years ago." "To Thanh Nguyet, have you ever had any sincere feelings towards this king?" He forced her to the corner. Looking at the question in his eyes, I suddenly exploded: "Yes! I have no heart!"