Chapter 8 — In this life, the Crown Princess will no longer be my sister's turn

They joined forces to eliminate me, this annoying eldest daughter, and elevate Thang Thanh Ngo to a higher position, not just for the glory of Crown Princess. Instead, he wanted to borrow Thang Thanh Ngo's identity as Crown Princess, climb onto the ship of the future Emperor, and pave the way for Tran Kinh! What a cruel plan! What a bottomless depth of calculation! A stream of cold air rose from the bottom of his heart, instantly spreading throughout the child's limbs. I clasped the jade cup tightly in my hand. Fingertips are cold. Lam Chi seemed to have felt my gaze. She raised her head and looked towards me. His eyes were calm and unwavering, and even had a respectful smile, the standard of a lady saying goodbye. But in the depths of her eyes, I saw a flash in the blink of an eye, cold, sharp, with... murderous intent! She knew I already knew. Or to be more precise, she has always been wary of me. This discovery made my whole body cold. After the chrysanthemum feast, we become more careful than ever. The Eastern Palace is strictly defended, Lam Chi's hand cannot reach in temporarily. But she is like a poisonous snake hidden in the dark, at any time she can strike a fatal blow. We must lead the snake out of the cave. The opportunity came two months later. The mother is seriously ill. The news reached Dong Cung, I immediately reported it to Trieu Canh Hanh, asking to return to the palace to visit the patient. Trieu Canh Hanh was approving the chapter, when he heard that he raised his head, his deep eyes fell on my face.

“The mother of the Thang family is seriously ill?”

I bowed my eyes obediently, "My concubine is worried, I beg your Highness for the grace to prepare." He was silent for a moment and put down his lipstick. He paused for a moment, then added:

“Bring many guards.”

“I thank you, Your Highness.”

My heart moved slightly. Did he really realize something? Return to Thang Phu. The palace was filled with a gloomy, heavy, suffocating atmosphere. The grandmother lay on the hospital bed, her face pale as wax, her breathing weak. Seeing me, her cloudy eyes suddenly lit up and she struggled to sit up.

“Tang Tuyet Thuoc…”

I quickly stepped forward, grabbed her dry, thin hand, my eyes heated up, "Don't move, just lie still and rest."

“I… I'm back…”

Grandmother gasped, holding my hand tightly, "Grandmother... I'm afraid... I can't make it anymore..."

"No! Grandmother will definitely get better!"

“So stupid…”

The grandmother shook her head with difficulty, her eyes swept over her father who was standing aside, her eyes were red but silent, then looked at Lam Thi in the distance, her body was equally haggard, her eyes were evasive. Finally, her gaze stopped on my face, carrying deep worry and an attachment I couldn't bear to let go.

“Tuyet Thuoc… the person my grandmother… is most uneasy about… is me…”

Her breathing became more and more rapid, "In the palace... there are some people... whose hearts are broken... you have to... be careful..." That look, as if indicating, glanced slightly towards Lam Thi. Lam Thi's body slightly stiffened.

“Listen… listen to what the great-grandmother said…”

My grandmother squeezed my hand tightly, her nails almost digging into my skin. She used all her last strength, leaned close to my ear, her breath as fragile as spider silk, uttering a few discrete words:

“Be careful… aunt… surname Tran… Tran…”

The words haven't ended yet. Her hand suddenly loosened. Head tilted aside. His eyes were still open, filled with unspoken worry.

“Grandmother——!”

A heart-wrenching scream rang out, shaking the entire Thang Palace. The ancestor... is dead. Leaving, carrying my deepest worries and my final warning. Be careful... aunt... surnamed Tran... Before her death, her grandmother used her last strength to confirm my guess! I hugged my ancestor's body, which was still warm, tears falling like rain, but in my heart a cold fire burned to the bone! Thang Thanh Ngo! None of you can escape! The ancestor's funeral was held solemnly and sadly. I took the position of Crown Princess of the East Palace and took charge of the overall situation. Thi Lam, with her status as the next of kin, could only stand to the side and cry. She cried until her heart and soul were torn apart, as if the sky was collapsing and the ground was sinking, winning a lot of people's sympathy. Only we know, in those tears, how many lies are there. Thang Thanh Ngo also appeared.