Chapter 15 — I Wait For Reconciliation, But He Refuses To Let Go

(SIDE STORY 1) After becoming Queen, I discovered that life in the palace was no different from before. It's just that before, if I wanted to eat Khang Duc Co, I had to go out, but now I just need to say the word, Ngu Thien Room will immediately make me a tray of hot fried chicken. Dong Tuyet said this is not good for the body. The doctor also said that it is not good for the spleen. Even my brother said not to eat too much greasy food. After hearing it, I just felt funny. Before, he couldn't control me, but now that he's the Emperor, can he still control me? So one afternoon, while he was in the Royal Study room reviewing the chapter, I secretly sent Dong Tuyet to pass the word to the Royal Room, telling them to make a portion of fried chicken, an extra bowl of fried potatoes, and an extra glass of cold orange juice. Dong Tuyet trembled and advised me: "Your majesty, if your majesty finds out, I will be punished." I patted her shoulder and said very kindly: "Don't worry, if he punishes you, I will go to the palace and tell the mother." Dong Tuyet looked at me with eyes that were difficult to say.

“Your highness, you are in the palace now.”

I stopped. Seems to be correct. But that's okay, to be a Queen you must have the spirit of a Queen. I just picked up a piece of fried chicken and took a bite, but before I could say that the taste was still as delicious as ever, my stomach suddenly felt an uneasy feeling. I covered my mouth, turned my head and vomited. Dong Tuyet was so scared that his face turned pale, and he immediately called for a doctor. In less than a moment, the whole Phuong Nghi palace was in chaos. I sat on the bed, watching the three doctors taking turns checking my pulse, feeling more and more uneasy. Is there a problem with fried chicken? If that's true, my brother will definitely take the opportunity to ban me from eating for the rest of my life. Thinking about this, I immediately see that this is more serious than getting sick. A long while later, the oldest physician suddenly knelt down, his face beaming and said: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, you have a happy life." I was stunned. Dong Tuyet was also stunned. The whole palace was quiet in an instant. Then, Dong Tuyet screamed louder than me.

"Where are you? Quickly inform your Majesty! The Queen is pregnant!"

I bowed my head and looked at my stomach. That place is still as flat as ever. Is there really a child? Are you my child and my cousin? That feeling is very strange, like suddenly there is something soft in my heart, making me both happy and scared. The cousin came very quickly. Before I could finish drinking half a cup of warm water, he rushed into Phuong Nghi palace. That's right, rushing in. Emperor Dai Qin, who normally walks leisurely, almost tripped and fell on the doorstep. When I saw it, I burst out laughing.

"Your Majesty, if you're a little slow, you'll lose face if you fall."

He didn't pay attention to my teasing, went straight to the bed, sat down and held my hand.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

I shook my head.

“I was a little nauseous just now, but it's gone now.”

He immediately turned his head to look at the doctor.

“The Queen is nauseated, why don't you think of a way?”

Several royal doctors knelt on the ground, shaking so much that they were about to kowtow. I quickly pulled his hand.

“Isn't it normal for pregnant women to feel nauseous?”

He frowned.

“Normal is not possible.”

I looked at him with eyes like a fool. From that day, my brother started going crazy. First, he ordered the entire stone path in Phuong Nghi palace to be repaved, saying he was afraid I would stumble. Then, he sent someone Softly cover all table and chair corners, even the bed legs are not spared. Next, he changed all the maids and eunuchs serving in the palace into people who had passed the test of three generations of ancestors. Dong Tuyet whispered to me: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty also intends to send Kim Dao to guard the gate of Phuong Nghi Palace." I was immediately happy.

"Really?"

Dong Tuyet looked at me.

“Then His Majesty changed his mind, saying Kim Dao was too beautiful and not suitable for guarding the gate.”

I almost spit out the tea. My cousin has been petty all his life. But the scariest thing is not those things. The scariest thing is that he started to control my eating and drinking. Fried chicken is prohibited. French fries are forbidden. Cold orange juice is prohibited. Even spicy foods are banned. I was so angry that I hugged the blanket and didn't even look at him. He sat by the bed, patiently coaxing: "The doctor said those things are not good for you." I snorted coldly.

"The doctor also said I should be happy, but you ban all the things I like, can I be happy?"

He was silent for a moment, then finally compromised.

“Once a month.”

I immediately sat up. He looked at me. I look at him. Finally he sighed. I reluctantly nodded.

“Okay, respect your eyes.”

He looked at my belly, his eyes suddenly softened. A moment later, he raised his hand and gently placed it on it. I originally intended to scold him for taking advantage of him, but seeing his careful, almost respectful expression, the words that came to my mouth were swallowed back. He said softly: "Van Khe, I'm very happy." I bowed my head, my face was a little hot. He raised his head to look at me.

“You know?”

"You're so happy that you're about to turn the entire Phuong Nghi palace into a golden cage, don't I know?"

He laughed. Then he took my hand, placed it on his lips and kissed it gently.

“Not a golden cage.”

“It's our home.”

I was stunned. My heart suddenly felt soft. I turned away and deliberately said: "Then this family must feed me fried chicken." He sighed. I immediately turned back.

“Three times a month?”

He looked at me for a long time, then reluctantly nodded.