Chapter 3 — King of Madness

5. The Crown Prince led the army and surrounded Qi King's palace. He boasted that if he just gave me—a weapon—outside, everything could be arranged smoothly. Only then did I know that since that banquet, the Crown Prince had repeatedly caused trouble for Giang Thanh Ngon at court. In addition to the fact that the emperor was seriously ill and had no cure, all points were pointed at him. I turned my head and looked at Giang Thanh Ngon without blinking. I wanted to see him push me out with my own eyes. I want to completely despair! He slowly walked closer to me. I felt the force of my wrist being held by him, tightening each time. The wind whistled through the cracks in the door. It was as if I heard a very soft sigh, like falling snow melting on an apricot branch—it only disappeared in an instant. His eyes looked at me, complicated and unpredictable. Then gently, push me away. I staggered, my steps staggered out of the main gate of Qi Vuong's palace. Hands clutching her chest, trying to suppress the sharp pain. It's already hopeless, right? It turned out that the protective curtain at the banquet that day was just a small piece he conveniently placed in the chess game. It turns out, to love or not to love—For him, it has never been worth anything. I, in the end, am just a chess piece, which can be thrown away at any time. … The Crown Prince finally let go of Qi Wang's palace. Is it to humiliate? Marry a woman in exchange for peace. I was taken by the Crown Prince to the Eastern Palace and imprisoned. One day, he passed through the hallway, suddenly stopped, his eyes fell on me, his mouth muttered: "He has finally bowed to me. From childhood to adulthood, who in the capital has not praised him? He has always surpassed me. Now... I must submit!" He slightly curled his lips, but did not smile. His eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of ash, unspeakably heavy. However, Giang Thanh Ngon... really bowed his head? Half a year later, I was imprisoned in a cramped place. Day after day is like a drop of water under an eaves—slow, opaque, making people forget the world. I can only rely on the whispers of the maid combing my hair to know a little about what's out there. She said, King Qi was seriously ill, coughing all night long... The maid said, King Qi had not been to court for a long time. Rumor has it that he has become cold-hearted and no longer cares about worldly affairs. Until one day—the maid walked in carrying a bronze basin, her hands shaking, the water in the basin spilling all over the ground, her voice also trembling: "Miss, outside... it's chaos... King Qi's people... have started an army..."6. That day was an afternoon like any other normal day. The afternoon sun turned red like blood. When the main gate of the Eastern Palace was kicked away, I was leaning against the door, counting the spider webs under the eaves. Giang Thanh Ngon walked in, holding a long sword, his handsome face like jade was splattered with drops of blood. Under the loose tip of the sword, pools of blood gradually gathered. He was still as heroic as before, but his eyes no longer had the original purity. Instead, there was murderous intent. But he did not kill Giang Duc. Perhaps because he was afraid of being criticized by people. But I thought - It was because he was too conceited. Later things happened as they pleased. He put Jiang Duc under house arrest, then ascended the throne and declared himself emperor. The world obeyed, the people submitted their hearts. He placed me in the harem, but never gave me a title. There is no shortage of food and clothes, brocade and makeup, everything is brought to my palace one by one: Gilded mirrors, brocade blankets embroidered with lotus flowers... Everything is there. It's just that... that person has never stepped foot in. The harem gradually added more concubines. Walking through the hallway, I often hear girls whispering: Saying I'm an ex. Saying the king has long forgotten me. I just acted like I didn't hear it. After all, I am used to being alone and quiet like when I was imprisoned in the Eastern Palace. Until one day—He was drunk, his steps were wobbly, and he walked into my palace by mistake. He bites

on my neck, the clamping teeth became tighter and tighter, the pain was so much that I couldn't suppress my cold breath. I instinctively backed away, but he grabbed me tightly and pulled me back with one hand. "What's wrong? I've served this king for half a year in the Eastern Palace, and now you don't want to follow me anymore?" He growled, the alcohol breath hitting my ear made me shiver. I was stunned. Humiliation, anger, even hatred. Hundreds of mixed emotions, I glared at him. "Your majesty's memory seems to be poor.