Chapter 8 — I married him, but I personally married Bach Nguyet Quang into the palace

That place used to be a hospital for guests. A year ago, he was still the owner of the entire Royal Palace. When he returned a year later, he no longer had the qualifications to even step foot into the main court. It's just late at night. He fell into a familiar nightmare again. In the white mist, a ruined temple appeared. The tiled roof collapsed piece by piece. The cold wind whistled through the rotten wooden door. The ground was speckled with blood stains that had dried a long time ago. There was a woman dressed in white curled up in the corner of the wall, her whole body trembling. Messy hair covers her face. Not far away, figures staggered and laughed. The sound of chaotic footsteps. Laughter sends chills down people's spines. He wanted to run. Want to see clearly who that person is. But no matter how hard I tried, my legs still felt like they were pinned to the ground, unable to move a single step. Just as his hand was about to touch the corner of her shirt... He suddenly woke up startled. Forehead full of cold sweat. Rapid breathing. This has happened countless times over the past year. Every night, that dream reappears a little more. Today is the temple. The next night was the thin back of a woman. Fragments of fragmented memories, like broken mirror fragments, quietly appeared in his sleep, then disappeared before he could grasp them. Until this morning... When he saw Giang Tri Lang standing before the spirit of his father and mother. When he saw her, she calmly held the baby in her arms. When I saw her cold but calm eyes. Those broken mirror pieces suddenly came together to form a complete picture. The woman in the temple... is no longer On Dao Nguyet. It's her - Giang Tri Lang. The blood stains on the ground... Are traces of so much despair that she has suffered. He hugged his head tightly. His shoulders trembled violently. Only now did he understand why every time he saw Giang Tri Lang, his heart ached as if someone was strangling him. Not because she changed. It's not because he regrets it. It's because God is using those dreams, little by little, to force him to witness with his own eyes the outcome of the way he tortured her in his previous life. The corners of Co Lam Xuyen's eyes turned red, her voice was so hoarse that she could barely make a sound.

"So..."

"That's the hell she went through..."

During the next three days, Co Lam Xuyen never stepped into the main courtyard once. He just asked the old butler to pass on one sentence.

"I want to meet the Crown Princess."

The old butler hesitated for a long time before daring to report. Giang Tri Lang was sitting under the eaves reading a book. After listening, he just gently closed the book.

"Let him in."

The meeting place chosen was the water tower behind the garden. That was also the place in the past, not long after they got married, she sat and waited for him all afternoon. It's just a pity... The person she was waiting for never came. The person has arrived. But everything has also changed. Co Lam Xuyen wore an old gray cloth shirt and walked slowly step by step in front of her. He lost a lot of weight. The corners of the eyes have deep wrinkles. Even the spine, which was always straight, was slightly bent. The two were only a few steps apart. He looked at her for a long time. In the end, he only said two words in a hoarse voice. No excuses. No mention of On Dao Nguyet. Don't ask her to turn back. Just those two words. Weighs more than a thousand pounds. He slowly knelt down. The knee touched the blue stone floor, emitting a sound dull sound. Then he bowed his head very low. First head stamping.

"Because I betrayed you."

His forehead touched the ground heavily. Second head stamping.

"Because I hurt you."

The voice was so choked that it trembled. Third head stamping.

"Because I... never trusted you."

Every time it hits hard. The last time he raised his head, there was a thin streak of blood on his forehead. He never raised his hand to wipe it away. Just slowly stand up. The eyes looking at Giang Tri Lang no longer had the stubbornness of the past. There is no longer any hope for her to forgive. Only endless regret remains.

"This life..."

"I owe her."

"If there is an afterlife..."

He stopped, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"I don't dare ask for another life anymore."

He turned around to leave. Right at that moment. Behind him, Giang Tri Lang's calm voice suddenly sounded.

"Co Lam Xuyen."

His steps stopped. In that moment, his heart suddenly lit up with a fragile ray of hope. He slowly turned his head. Giang Tri Lang was still sitting there. His eyes were as calm as the lake surface in late autumn. There is no resentment. There is no hatred. There is no more love left. She looked at him, the corners of her lips curled up into a very faint smile.

"Giang Tri Lang..."

"I used to love you."

Co Lam Xuyen's eyes trembled violently. Right after that. She gently closed her eyes. His voice was so calm that there was no trace of emotion left.

"The girl who loves you..."

"Dead."

"Die in that temple."

"The day she was most desperate."

"The day she kept calling..."

"And no one turned back."