Chapter 2 — Ky Y Lac

In the corner of my eye, I saw Luong Kien Son's throat move slightly. The night wind passed by, the curtain next to me moved slightly, just obscuring the overlapping silhouettes of me and Luong Kien Son. That night, the only thing I felt was the intoxicating scent of agarwood. The next morning, when the sky was bright, Butler Trieu respectfully sent me to the carriage. The horse-drawn carriage left the Regent Palace, crossed the long street and turned into the alley where Wen Palace was located. As soon as the car stopped, hurried footsteps were heard outside. The car curtain was forcefully lifted, and On Hu Bach stood in the morning light, his eyes dark. Obviously he had been up all night. He reached out to help me get out of the car, his voice hoarse. "A Dao, are you okay?" I let him help me out of the car, smiling slightly. "Of course it's very good, His Highness the Regent invited me to play chess, and also treated me very thoughtfully." But right after that, On Hu Bach's hand holding my hand suddenly tightened. I was in so much pain that I cried out softly. But he just widened his eyes and stared at the back of my head. On the white skin there was a small crimson streak. On Hu Bach's breathing suddenly became heavy, his face was as white as paper. "What is that?" His fingertips lightly brushed over that area of skin, his expression seemed to completely collapse. I gently backed away from him, tilting my head to cover the mark. The voice was filled with incomprehensible innocence. "What are you talking about, husband? Ah, maybe yesterday when I played chess with your highness in the resort, there were too many mosquitoes so I got bitten." "Husband, don't make a big deal out of it." I acted as if nothing had happened, passed On Hu Bach and went straight into the yard. But the mark on the back of my neck doesn't look like a mosquito bite. On Hu Bach bowed his head and stood in place, his fists clenched until they turned white. In that case, regardless of whether I devoted myself to Liang Jianshan or not, he would not believe me. It's better if we make that happen and gain some benefits for ourselves. … From that day forward, On Hu Bach still treated me with the same kindness and thoughtfulness as before. But I know, inside he is extremely uneasy. He began to insinuately ask me about everything that happened that night at the Regent Royal Palace. "I and the Regent Prince played chess all night long, this matter can be witnessed by all the servants in the Royal Palace." "Speaking of which, I also heard outside rumors that the Royal Family is not close to women, has never kept anyone in the Royal Palace overnight, and I was the first." With a bang, On Hu Bach crushed the tea cup in his hand. I let out a small cry and quickly called the maid in to clean up. Then she took his hand herself, blaming him for not knowing how to value himself like that. "Husband, don't be angry, the royal family is highly skilled, you just consider me a chess playing friend." The more I pretended to hide, the angrier On Hu Bach became. But he had no evidence, and he didn't have the courage to question Luong Kien Son. Not only that, his originally smooth path to becoming an official also began to become difficult. That day, when he returned to the palace, his face was pale. He had not even changed his official uniform and sat quietly in the study room. Just bowed my head and drank one cup of cold tea after another. I walked in carrying a bowl of ginseng soup, he waved his hand and threw it hard, the tea cup immediately shattered on the ground. "The position in charge of inspecting Diem Chinh Giang Nam should have belonged to me!" He gasped, his eyes were red. "Old Ly Cac told me so himself, the chapter was also presented." "But a few days ago the holy edict was approved, the matter was assigned to the surname Vuong at the Ho Chi Minh Ministry, and I was sent to the Han Lam Institute to edit the site." "Compiling geographical records is a leisurely position, no one wants to accept it

Han Lam Institute. All day long, he just buried his head in piles of old papers, was not allowed to enter the court, and had no chance to meet the saint. On Hu Bach is a Tham Hoa Lang with a high and arrogant heart. Now forced to be buried in a pile of paper books to waste years, that frustration can be imagined. But what really broke him down was the situation in Han Lam Academy. Every time he wanted to borrow documents, someone else would take them first. The manuscript he presented to him was always scrutinized by superiors, forcing him to rewrite it over and over again. At first, he thought his superiors were jealous because he was young and famous. Only later did I discover that in the eyes that person looked at him there was an undisguised mockery. On Hu Bach is not stupid, thinking with his toes, he knows that there is definitely someone behind him trying to suppress him. As for the person who could trip him up, besides Regent King Liang Jianshan, he didn't think of a second person. He slammed the table hard, right in front of me, scolding the Regent for abusing his power for personal gain, his words were extremely harsh. I quickly stroked his chest to help him relax. When he bowed his head to drink the ginseng soup, I frowned slightly. "But I heard that the Regent uses people without considering their background, only their ability." "In the court, there are quite a few cold descendants who were personally promoted by him, has the husband misunderstood something?" Before he finished speaking, On Hu Bach suddenly stood up, grabbed my wrist and pulled me hard in front of me. The mask of his usual gentle care was completely torn off by him, revealing the true face behind. "I've come to this point and you still defend him?" He almost wanted to break my wrist. "What happened between you and him that night? Are you still hanging out with him?" "What benefit did he give you that made you defend him so much? Or did you..."