Chapter 12 — Instead of Marrying His Wife, 7 Years of Supporting Him to the Throne, In Exchange for a Cup of Poisoned Wine

At the end of spring, Ta Hanh's body was much better. The royal doctors all said that this was the most stable period in recent years, and even the Queen happily awarded many things to the Eastern Palace. And Ta Hanh is also calling me more and more often to Thua Minh Palace. Sometimes we have meals together. Sometimes he called me to see a calligraphy piece he had just acquired. Sometimes it's not for anything, just for me to sit there and finish a game of chess with him. In my previous life, I would probably be happy over these small things for a long time, even secretly guessing whether he finally liked me a little or not. Now I just feel annoyed. Because I could see that he was testing me and getting closer. This kind of approach makes us uncomfortable. It's like a person who once personally pushed you down a cliff suddenly stood on the edge of the cliff one day and told you that he really couldn't bear to let you break. Funny, also pitiful. I began to avoid him more and more often. He deliberately didn't seem to notice my distance, but instead became even more calm. That night after dinner, it was raining outside. When I stood up to leave, Ta Hanh suddenly opened his mouth:

"It's raining heavily outside, stay at Thua Minh Palace tonight."

My steps stopped. If this sentence were put in a previous life, it would be quite normal. After all, I am his Crown Princess, so no one said anything when I slept in the palace. But in this life, after we got married, he never really touched me, and I always intentionally stayed alone with him. Because I understand better than anyone else, the closer I am to him, the more tragic my death will be in the end. I turned around to look at him, trying to keep my voice calm.

"Your Highness, I still have to go and greet the Queen tomorrow. I'm afraid I won't sleep well at night. It would be more convenient to go back."

Ta Hanh sat under the candlelight, looking at me, his eyes so deep that he could not see the bottom.

“Are you afraid of me touching you?”

This sentence is so direct, my heart suddenly tightens. But the look still holds up.

“I don't dare.”

“Again, I don't dare.”

Last time he said I resented him, I also used these two words to block him. Now that he heard it again, his eyes actually darkened little by little.

“Tham Thanh Vu.”

He slowly stood up and walked towards me.

"In your eyes, besides being the Crown Prince, there is nothing else."

I raised my head to look at him, but my heart couldn't help but feel cold. What if not? Do you still want me to be like my previous life, foolishly considering you as my husband, as heaven, as my life? I tightened my sleeve and said in a low voice:

“Your Highness wants to hear something.”

"I respect you, protect you, stabilize the Eastern Palace on your behalf, and have never neglected a day. Are these not enough?"

He stopped in front of me, bowed his head and looked at me.

“That's not what you asked.”

Of course I know he's not asking those things. What he asked was, do I consider him a man or not? Whether or not I like it a little bit. Whether or not he is like normal women, he creates attachment and anticipation. There was in a previous life. Furthermore, there are many more. But now, the cup of poisonous wine has long been burned to nothing. I was silent for a moment, then finally raised my eyes and said softly:

“Your Highness, I am your Crown Princess.”

“That's enough.”

The room was quiet for a moment. Dumbbell Hanh looked at me, his face colder little by little.

"It turns out that in your heart, she is just an identity that you need to deal with."

I do not object. Because that's the truth. But my silence, on the contrary, is like the sharpest answer. He looked at me for a long time, then suddenly laughed coldly and turned away.

"Go out."

I did not hesitate, I immediately bowed down. When I stepped out of Thua Minh Palace, strands of rain hit my face, making me feel cold. I somehow breathed a sigh of relief. It's best for him to stay angry at me. It's best he never comes near me again. But I didn't expect it. Early the next morning, Phuc Thuan came to invite me to meet the Crown Prince. When I arrived, Ta Hanh had restored his usual indifference, as if last night's bit of anger and probing had never existed. He gave me a scroll of documents. I received it, just glanced at it, then froze. That was the official death certificate of my mother and younger brother, along with the land deed of a new house. It's clearly written on it. From now on, they are no longer servants of the Tham family, but ordinary people. Accommodation is also prepared. My heart suddenly shook strongly. This is what we've always wanted. But it hasn't been completely finished yet. I raised my head to look at him, my voice a bit tense:

“What does your Highness mean by doing that?”

Ta Hanh said faintly:

“Aren't you most concerned about them?”

“In that case, I will make arrangements for you in advance.”