Chapter 11 — In this life, the Crown Princess will no longer be my sister's turn

Inside, there was a dazzlingly thin figure. She wore the most tattered coarse cloth, her dry yellow hair was messy, her face was covered with cracks corroded by cold wind and alkaline water. My hands were soaked in cold, dirty water, causing them to become red and swollen with ulcers. She struggled to lift the heavy pestle, beat after beat, mechanically pounding the stone in front of her. Clumsy, heavy movements. It's Thang Thanh Ngo. Hearing footsteps, she raised her head in confusion. When he saw me clearly - the person surrounded by a group of brocade-robed palace servants, wearing a royal palace of brilliant jade and pearls - In those cloudy, dull eyes, first of all, a flash of extreme confusion flashed. Right after that, like dry grass being set on fire! Bursting with bitter resentment and unquenchable madness!

“Tang Tuyet Thuoc!” A strange, hoarse sound emitted from her throat, like the roar of a wild animal, suddenly throwing away the pestle and rushing straight towards me!

"You bastard! It's you! It's all because of you! Stole my position! I want to kill you!"

She was as crazy as a lunatic, her hands covered in mud and sores from injuries, grabbed me right in the face!

“Protect the lady!”

The palace man shouted loudly, the team of strictly trained guards immediately rushed forward, locked Tang Thanh Ngo's shoulders like iron pincers, and fiercely threw her to the ground! Her body hit the cold stone floor hard, dirty water splashed. Like a pile of mud.

“Ah——!” She screamed in pain, struggling to get up.

The guard's foot mercilessly stepped straight on her back, pressing it firmly to the ground. She could only helplessly tilt her head back, glare at me with her poisoned eyes, and spit out curses that no longer sounded human:

"Tang Tuyet Thuoc! You will not die a kind death! You robbed me! You will be punished! Even if you become a ghost, I will not let you go!"

I stood still not far away. The hem of the gorgeous dress is clean and not contaminated with a speck of dust. Calmly looking at her like a maggot struggling, moaning and cursing in a puddle of dirt.

“Shut your mouth.” I calmly spoke up.

“Obey!”

A torn piece of cloth was roughly stuffed into Thang Thanh Ngo's mouth. She could only make desperate sounds, her body struggling unconsciously. The eyes were once infatuated with the Crown Prince. Jade hands once caressed the strings of the guitar. The body that once dreamed of being a phoenix official... Now, only dirt, ugliness and complete madness remain. We slowly walked up. Stop in front of her. Looking down from above.

“Thang Thanh Ngo.”

Her body trembled more violently, the gurgling sounds in her throat became louder and louder, her eyes were so resentful that it seemed like she was about to bleed.

“The palanquin that this palace is sitting in today,” I looked into those eyes that had been swallowed by despair and hatred, my voice clearly transmitted into her ears, “it is very comfortable.”

Having finished speaking, I turned around. Don't bother looking at her again.

“Return to the palace.”

“Obey!”

The palace staff surrounded me, turned around and left this unclean place. Behind him, only Thang Thanh Ngo was left gagged, from deep in his throat were wails of utter despair. And that pile of dirty, rotten clothes will never be washed away. On the way back to the Eastern Palace. The car is priced solidly. I leaned against the soft cushion, closing my eyes to meditate. The noise outside the window seems to be far away distant. At that moment, my wrist suddenly felt a cool feeling. Trieu Canh Hanh did not know when he sat next to me. He grabbed my wrist. On my wrist, I am wearing the white jade and dahlia flower bracelet that he gave me on my wedding day. At this moment, he was inserting something into that bracelet. Carry the characteristic feel of metal. I bowed my head and looked. A small, delicate, mysterious iron key with an ancient shape. The top of the key is carved with a tiny blooming dahlia flower.

“What is this?” I asked.

“The key to the third floor of the East Palace archives, the black sandalwood box in the innermost part.” He let go, his tone calm and unruffled. “There are a few things inside that you might be interested in.”

East palace archives on the third floor? That is where the most core secret documents of the Great Wei are kept, and... even the files that cannot see the light of day. He gave this to me? I caressed that cold mysterious key, my fingertips could clearly feel the delicate dahlia flower carvings on the surface.

“Your Highness, aren't you afraid of me… seeing things that shouldn't be seen?”

He tilted his head, the light and shadow outside the window passing over his delicate profile.

“Tang Tuyet Thuoc.”

“The concubine is present.”

“You said,” he looked at me, in those deep cold eyes, for the first time clearly showing my silhouette, “your safety is in your control.”

His fingertips gently touched the cold dahlia pattern on the key.

“Likewise, her path, I let her go.”

The price car rolls steadily. The car compartment was unusually quiet. Only the newly added mysterious key pressed against the skin on the wrist, giving off a heavy cool feeling. I bowed my head to look at it. Then he looked up and looked at the man who was closing his eyes and resting next to him. The fire of revenge has gone out. In the ashes, it seems like something new is quietly arising. Like this key. Just like the road leading to the pinnacle of power, the road is inevitably covered with thorns. But this time. We are no longer alone. (END OF FULL TEXT)