Chapter 10 — I Only Waited for Father, Yet the Court Called Me a Temptress

Tieu Lenh Nghi's eyes were red, feeling sorry for herself as if the victim was herself.

"So what else do you want me to do? I've already been slapped twenty times, and I've been detained for half a year. Do you still want me to serve her like a buffalo or a horse?"

The atmosphere at the party immediately cooled down. Thuy Vuong was so angry that he almost fainted.

"Abominable!"

Tieu Lenh Nghi still held his neck high.

"That's the way it is! She's the County Princess, I'm also the County Princess. When she's sick, everyone feels sorry for her, but if I just say the wrong thing, everyone punishes me. Based on what?"

Being shouted at by her like that, my hand trembled slightly, and the jam in my hand fell to the ground. Father put down the tea cup. The Queen Mother's face also darkened. But before the two of them could speak, a clear voice suddenly rang out outside the door.

"Based on you smearing the innocence of others, based on you throwing stones into the well, based on the fact that until today you still don't know where you went wrong."

The person who spoke up was the crippled palace maid. Her name is Lieu Tue Ninh. Today, the Queen Mother gave her special permission to go to the Vuong palace to receive the reward. Lieu Tue Ninh walked very slowly, but her spine was straight. As soon as Tieu Lenh Nghi saw her, he frowned.

"Is a servant like you worthy of meddling?"

Lieu Tue Ninh knelt down, his voice calm, neither arrogant nor cowardly.

"The slave does not deserve to meddle in the District Lord's affairs, but the slave deserves to remember the feeling of pain. When Khuong Nhuoc Phu beat the slave, she also said that the slave has a low status and does not deserve to cry out in pain. What the District Lord said today is no different from her."

Tieu Lenh Nghi's face changed from blue to white. The eyes of the ladies at the party looking at her changed. Thuy Vuong was completely angry and immediately ordered Tieu Lenh Nghi to return to the palace.

"Bring it to the street! Without the king's orders, you can't take a single step for the rest of your life!"

Tieu Lenh Nghi cried bitterly and was dragged away. Her cries grew farther and farther away. Lieu Tue Ninh still bowed her head and knelt on the ground, her shoulders trembling slightly. I picked up a piece of jam, walked over and placed it in her palm.

"Sweet."

She was stunned. Tears fell silently onto the back of his hand.

"Thank you, Princess."

Right on the spot, the Queen Mother issued a decree exempting Lieu Tue Ninh from her status as a slave, and gave her a reward of one hundred taels of silver, allowing her to leave the palace in peace. Lieu Tue Ninh cradled the jam in her hand and cried until she couldn't speak. Father looked at me, his eyes as gentle as spring water. After the birthday party. In the capital, no one dares to make fun of my illness anymore. Peach blossoms in front of the Royal Palace gate bloom and then wither. My hair is also gradually growing back. There are times when I still get sick, I still hug my father's sleeve and coyly say Bao Bao is scared. But my father never felt bothered. Every month the Queen Mother sent someone to bring me honey cakes, and the Emperor also often sent someone to bring me a few small toys to express his guilt. After being detained for a year, Concubine Y also lost the right to manage the six palaces and could never regain her former glory. Before Khuong Nhuoc Phu was exiled, I went to the Penal Department's door to meet her once. She was so thin that she was only skin and bones, and the bruises on her face had turned into dark red scars. As soon as she saw me, she instinctively backed away.

"Your Majesty, spare your life."

I stood next to my father, quietly looking at her for a long time.

"Bao Bao won't hit you."

She just breathed a sigh of relief. I continued to say:

"The sisters who were beaten by you are still in pain to this day. Even if you go to a far away place, you must remember that feeling of pain."

Khuong Nhuoc Phu's already pale face was completely devoid of a trace of blood. The soldiers escorted her on her way. The chains dragged on the ground, making heavy noises. My father held my hand and turned to leave. The sunlight shined down on the royal carriage, and the hem of my peach-colored dress fluttered gently in the wind. I raised my hand to touch the white jade tablet on my waist. My name is engraved on it. Tham Tri Hanh. Not a palace. Not a vixen. Nor is it someone who cannot reveal the light as others say. I am my father's daughter. The child whose mother used her life to protect. It's Princess Security. When the carriage curtain falls. Father pushed a plate of jam in front of me.

"Ah Hanh, let's go home."

I picked up the largest jam and stuffed it into his hand.

"Fathers also have to be sweet."

The person paused for a moment, then bowed his head and smiled. The carriage slowly rolled through the long street. The wheel crushed each peach blossom petal and fell all over the ground. (COMPLETE STORY)