Chapter 13 — I was taken to the palace as a substitute for the dead princess

At that time, I always thought he hated me. Only today did we understand that perhaps even that night, he himself was trapped in a giant net. It's just that he never told me. He used silence to build a wall in front of me, wanting to block all the storms. Unfortunately, when that wall collapsed, the first person crushed to death by it... was still me. Mrs. Bui knelt down, gradually crawled in front of him, then tremblingly grabbed the hem of his shirt.

"Nyan Nhi, take your hand back. His Majesty will definitely not forgive you. Tham Dien is dead."

Bui Nghien slightly lowered his eyes.

“She's not dead yet.”

He looked at the incense smoke drifting up, his voice was calm but determined.

"As long as there is still one person in this world who remembers her, then she will never die."

Mrs. Bui was stunned. At that moment, a sharp pain suddenly came from my chest. The scene in the Glass glass suddenly shook violently. In the foggy West, Princess Truong Lac suddenly woke up from her dream. She used my own body to sit up, her forehead covered with cold sweat. She heard it. She heard all the words that Mrs. Bui had just confessed. Princess Truong Lac bowed her head, as if she was talking to me, who was still trapped deep inside this body.

"Tham Dien, look. I'm not the only one who harmed you. Your mother-in-law sold you. Your husband hid you. My royal brother took you away. Huyen Hu refined you. So why do you hate only me?"

In the dark water, I slowly raised my head.

“Because... the one in my body is you.”

Princess Truong Lac's eyes immediately changed. Even I don't know how my voice got out. Perhaps after my soul returned to my body, a gap finally appeared between me and her. Princess Truong Lac immediately hugged her chest. This was the first time her face showed true fear.

“You... can talk now.”

Through the Glass, I look straight at her.

“I... can still go back.”

Princess Truong Lac smiled slightly, but that smile was no longer as leisurely as before.

"If you return, then I will have to leave. Tham Dien, are you really that cruel? Want someone who has died once... to die again?"

I didn't answer right away. Right at the deepest part of the black water, the normally calm water surface suddenly rose with ripples. An old memory slowly appeared before my eyes. That's the story... When I was very young, my father, Deputy Tham Thai, personally tied the soul bell to my wrist. His expression at that time had never been so serious. He looked straight into my eyes and slowly instructed:

"A Dien, you have a light fate. That's not a bad thing. People with a light fate have a clearer soul than others. If one day someone wants to borrow your life, you must remember two places and absolutely not forget."

I looked at my father bewildered. He gently stroked my head and continued:

"One place is my own name. The other place is Truong Lac palace."

My whole body suddenly shook violently. The Truong Lac Palace... It turns out, the two words "Leng Palace" that I tried to write on the palm of my hand to let Bui Nghien know, were not only memories but also remains of Princess Changle, but also the path of life prepared for me many years ago by my father. Outside the Water Mirror, Princess Truong Lac also heard the entire memory. Her face instantly turned pale, without any color left.

"Impossible... How could Deputy Tham Thai know about the cold palace?"

The black water surged up. I walked step by step towards the Glass, calmly looking at her.

"Because you once taught the emperor. Perhaps, you know even earlier than you and I how crazy Tieu Thua Yen will eventually go."

Princess Truong Le gritted her teeth and immediately forcibly suppressed my consciousness. The Glass Glass gradually darkened, and I once again fell back into the deepest part of the black water. But this time, I no longer feel afraid. In the spiritual hall, Bui Nghien placed the soul bell in his palm, remembering the two words I had tried my best to write down.

“Ling palace…”

He repeated softly, his voice very low. At that moment, the small bell in his hand suddenly rang twice. Jingle... Jingle... In Bui Nghien's normally gloomy eyes, a ray of determination finally appeared.