Chapter 11 — I Give Up Everything, Always Give Up My Fiance, Never Give Up My Life

After that, he raised his head, the arrogant smile at the corner of his lips deepened, his eyes glanced towards Ta Doan Hanh who was stiff and Tham Nguy whose face was as gray as dirt. He opened his mouth, lengthening his tone, carrying some indifferent teasing.

"I'm still wondering why my small farmyard is so bustling today."

“It turned out that Prince Ta and Master Tham came hand in hand.”

“Bullying my people?”

“Your… people.”

Ta Doan Hanh's voice seemed to be forced out from between his teeth, trembling with disbelief. He looked at me, then looked at Tieu Quyet, his eyes went back and forth between my body glued to Tieu Quyet's chest and Tieu Quyet's arms hugging me, his face turned from blue to white, from white to red, changing in many colors, extremely unique. Tham Nguy was even more scared to the point of losing his mind and quickly bowed down.

“Your Highness… please forgive me.”

“I don't know… I don't know this young lady… she's with your highness…”

He "said" for a long time, but still did not dare to ask about that terrifying possibility. Thi Chu was completely stunned, she could only cover her mouth, looking at me and then at Tieu Quyet, her appearance was as if the sky was collapsing right before her eyes. Tieu Quyet laughed softly, his fingertips even unintentionally but deliberately gently stroked my shoulder, making me shiver slightly with a very small tremble. His voice was languid, but it carried a meaning that left no room for doubt: "What's wrong? Your Highness is now lost in the plains. When it comes to finding a beautiful soulmate, do you still need to report to the Marquis and Tham Palace?" Red soulmate. These four words were like a thunderclap, exploding again, shocking Ta Doan Hanh and the rest of the people to the point that they were both inside and out.

“No… don't dare.” Tham Nguy bowed his head even lower, cold sweat pouring out like rain.

Ta Doan Hanh clenched his fists, his nails almost digging into his palms. He stared at me, his eyes were extremely complex, including anger for being betrayed, unbelievable jealousy, and even more deep-rooted fear of Tieu Quyet. His nature of both wanting and not wanting was revealed at this time: he could hate me, insult me, even want to take my blood, but he could not accept the fact that I turned to another man, especially when that man was the deposed crown prince whom his family strictly ordered not to tease.

“Tham Dieu.”

In the end, he still couldn't bear it, gritted his teeth and roared, carrying the last rays of questioning and hope.

“She… she and him… since when?”

“How could she be so shameless?”

“Self-doomed to fall.”

I'm waiting for these words from him. I immediately buried my face in Tieu Quyet's chest, my shoulders shaking slightly, crying even more "heartbroken to the point of despair", my voice broken but clear enough for everyone to hear.

“Your Highness… now you come to ask me about integrity.”

"Isn't it you... isn't it you who personally came to the door, demanding to break off the engagement, saying I lack virtue, not worthy of being your concubine, and even... even saying I'm only worthy of being your concubine?"

I raised my head, looked at him with teary eyes, then quickly glanced at Tieu Quyet, my voice was filled with the despair of "let everything go" and the sadness of someone "forced to the end".

“I was Your Highness's people."

“The body is also good.”

“The heart is also good.”

“Everything has been handed over to His Highness.”

"After that... from now on, I won't be able to marry anyone else anymore."

“Your Highness, there is no need to continue humiliating me like that.”

These words were like pouring a bucket of cold water directly into a pan of boiling oil, instantly causing the situation to completely explode.

“I am already his person.”

“The body and the heart are both given.”

“Can't marry someone else anymore.”

Each word was like a heavy hammer blow, fiercely hitting Ta Doan Hanh in the chest, hitting him until his eyes went dark, his body staggered, he almost couldn't stand. The blood on his face drained away, leaving only the gray look of someone who was completely betrayed and lost everything. Tham Nguy and Chu Thi felt like they were struck by lightning, their bodies swayed and they were about to fall. They could not have imagined in their wildest dreams that I had only left the palace for a few days and that I could do something like this that would "ruin customs" and "destroy my own future." The target is also the person who cannot be teased the most, the crown prince.