Chapter 4 — King of Madness

It's like, if I dance, it can be considered humiliating. But I... Honestly, I don't care. The moment we gently turn around and dance, we feel like we are returning to the free and flying days of the past. It's just... my body is getting weaker every day. Not long after dancing, I fainted. From then on, the girls stopped coming. Because, using insults to a sick person as entertainment, there is really no achievement at all. Only Nham Dao still likes to act in front of me. Today I accidentally knocked over my flower vase. Tomorrow I'll show off the phoenix brooch given to me by Giang Thanh Ngon. Another day, under the pretext of punishing the maid next to me... Could it be that the prime minister of the Nham family gave birth to such a daughter? Since when did Giang Thanh Ngon like such lowly women? Oh right, I forgot... She's just a body double! Until one day, she tore the dance costume I had just washed and dried it in the yard. This time, I'm really angry. Blood rushed to his brain, his hands grabbed anything within reach, and threw it at her without hesitation. Nham Dao was hit so much that his face was scratched. Actually, we know that is not true. She is the Prime Minister's daughter and is extremely favored. And I am just a disgraced dancer with no one to rely on, how could I offend her? But... I don't have much time left. Every day you live, you will be happy that day. Of course, we have to live in a refreshing way. What a coincidence— Giang Thanh Ngon, who hadn't visited for a long time, suddenly turned from the hallway. He rushed forward and forcefully pushed me! My body was already weak, I fell to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood. He scolded me cruelly, while gently hugging Nham Dao, comforting me in a low voice. After that, he grabbed the torn dance outfit and threw it on the ground. "It's just a dancer's outfit. If it's broken, it's broken. What's so bad about it?" After hearing that sentence, my hand that was about to force myself to stand up... suddenly stopped. I looked at the blood stains at the corner of my lips, just spreading, soaking into the torn clothes. The lotus-colored brocade was drenched in blood, along with the last bit of hope in my heart— All were trampled under the mud. I suddenly burst out laughing. "Haha... that's right, I'm just a martial artist with a lowly status, I can't compare to those precious people. Noble people are still precious people. Even if you do something no different from an animal, people still have to call you a noble person, haha..." "Enough!" "You clearly did something that hurt people, and slandered others. Tong Khanh Yen, when did you become so despicable?" I still laugh. Using his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, he raised his head to look at him. "In your eyes... I am already nothing, right?" He frowned, looking down from above, his eyes as cold as frost. It was as if something was rolling in the depths of his eyes, but the words that came out were as sharp as a blade. "Kneel down. Apologize to your Highness." Nham Dao pretended to be panicked and quickly waved his hand, like a scared little deer, confused. Guard Minh Duc behind Giang Thanh Ngon stepped forward, without saying a word, immediately pulled me up, forcing me to kneel, his movements were quick and without any mercy. My body has long been weak, and there is no one around to use it, so how can I resist? A dull pain rose in my chest, as if something was quietly crumbling. I raised my head to look at Nham Dao and smirked. Do you want me to open my mouth and apologize? "Your highness is so talented, it would be a waste of talent not to work as a double actress..." Giang Thanh Ngon's face became even more unsightly. I suddenly remembered the days in Qi Vuong's palace in the past. At that time, I was sometimes a bit childish. He has always been a tolerant and tolerant person. Looking back now, it's clear— It's not that I'm special, it's that... Whoever he wants to protect is that person

only has the right to act rashly. It's just that person... is no longer me. Nham Dao's eyes were like blades, stabbing into me and cutting pieces of skin. But she still tried to suppress her anger, turning her head to coo at Giang Thanh Ngon. "Your Majesty, recently I want to find a more airy place, where on weekdays I can drink tea with the sisters in the harem and chat to relieve sadness. I think your courtyard is elegant and quiet. How about your Majesty give me this place? I will find another place for you to live that is even quieter, okay?" Nham Dao grabbed his sleeve, gently swaying and coddling him. In the past, I also did the same and coddled him. Each time, he would squeeze his forehead, smile helplessly, and then comply with all my requests. Giang Thanh Ngon looked at me. I just laughed coldly, not paying any attention. "Do you think I still feel sorry for this ruined place? It's best to quickly kick me out of the palace! People like me, vile and dirty, how do they deserve to live in a noble place like this royal palace?" If that's true, we will be free! His face immediately darkened, he stared at me for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said: "Want to leave here? Dream! Even if you are rotten, you must rot in the palace for me!" My chest was tight, I was about to open my mouth to smile bitterly, but suddenly I coughed up blood, my head was dizzy, the world turned upside down. Right before falling into a coma, it was as if I heard a gentle, affectionate voice ringing in my ear, calling my name. I know... it was a dream. 8. I was unconscious for three days and three nights. When he woke up, he was banished to a small institute on the outer edge of the palace. Just a few more steps to the service area where the servants live. I don't even care. Just quietly looking at the rafters, eyes empty. Just a wall away, outside is the high sky and wide sea. Inside, there is a rotten prison that imprisons souls. In the days and months that followed, my illness kept coming back again and again, teetering between the boundary of life and death. I'm no longer afraid of death. Sometimes I even just silently look out the window, waiting for the moment death comes calling. Whenever my body got a little better, I didn't want to stay in that cramped room forever, so I walked around the palace. It seemed like the palace was more bustling than usual. It's a good thing to ask— Giang Thanh Ngon is about to get married. I heard that recently all the ministers were urging, saying that the country cannot do without a mother, but there is no one suitable for the harem. So the mandarins presented petitions, proposing to promote Nham Dao from Noble Concubine to Empress. No wonder... Everywhere there are lights and flowers, stickers of joy, and red silk hanging from the sky. I laughed contemptuously. Look—The most important place in his heart, in the end, he couldn't keep. One day, when I passed by a strange hospital, I was suddenly called back. It's Giang Duc—former Crown Prince. Towards him, I have no hatred. After all, during the half year he was imprisoned in the Eastern Palace, he never mistreated me. On the contrary, although I am a prisoner, I have never been forced to serve or sell my body cheaply. During that time, my life was the most peaceful, with illnesses occurring much less frequently. "We're both free and carefree, do you want to drink a few cups with me to soothe your sorrows?"