Chapter 1 — Minh VI

My husband is the head of Luc Phien Mon, a man famous for his iron judgment between public and private. But the only exception in his life was that famous person in the world - Thien Face Phi Tac, his childhood. They are mortal enemies, but also confidants. She stole strange treasures all over the world, leaving behind a unique mark; He chased her endlessly, but every time at the last moment he let her go. Gradually, it became an underground game that both of them understood. I was seriously injured and dying. Only the Nine Turns Soul Pill in the Citadel treasury could connect to the network. He bet his life's future and his arrogant bones, asking for a life-saving pill for me. But... she stole it, leaving only a note: 「I stole this life-saving medicine! If you want to save your lady, come and arrest me yourself!」 In the depths of his eyes, the first flash of light that could not be hidden — almost like admiration:

"Very good skills! Such a perfect opportunity, hiding quietly like nothing... in this world, there is no other person besides her!"

After speaking, he immediately chased after her, completely forgetting that I was about to die. The last thought in me is finally broken.

“System,” I silently called out in my heart, breathing weakly, “take me away from this world.”

1、 I was so seriously injured that I was close to death, my breath was as thin as silk hanging in my throat. The royal doctor checked his pulse over and over again, and finally shook his head heavily, saying to Tieu Triet, who was pale-faced next to him: "Sir, the princess's pulse is as weak as a thread of thread. All over the world, I'm afraid that only the Nine Turns Soul Pill kept by the Empress Dowager can bet on a lifeline." He was silent, his eyes fell on my bloodless face, his eyebrows furrowed:

"If it weren't for her suddenly rushing out..." his voice was low, carrying a barely perceptible trace of resentment, "Linh Lung and I were just comparing normal moves, how could she really hurt me? She stepped in to stop her, she panicked, and her sword momentum was lost by an inch."

“No matter how jealous you are, you can't risk your life like that.”

I lie in bed, even the strength to reason is about to disappear. It's not that I'm jealous. Half an hour ago, the smart girl next to Linh Lung ran to my hospital panting, looking panicked and said: "Madam! This is not good! We don't know why we got into trouble with our lady, we... we seem to be about to suffer a loss!" I believed that girl's devilish words. I was worried that he was in danger. I didn't even have time to put on my cloak before I quickly ran away. I just arrived at the moon gate, and before I could see the figure clearly, I only saw a flash of cold light - her cold sword was piercing straight into his heart at an extremely dangerous angle! At that moment, how could we distinguish whether it was pretending to act or whether it was a genuine "competition"? Only one thought rang out in his head — he couldn't die! So we rushed forward. Now that I think back, that scream announcing the news, the tip of the sword pointed precisely at me, not him, along with the girl who came to report the news at that exact moment... It was all just a delicately staged stage by Linh Lung. Seeing that I didn't speak, he just assumed that I tacitly admitted that I was wrong, sighed softly, my voice softened a bit but still carried a cold bias:

“Linh Lung, she... has a simple mind, only used to joking around. I don't think it will be a big disaster. Just take good care of yourself and don't think about it anymore."

Simple thoughts? I closed my eyes, I didn't have the strength to even laugh coldly. I know, telling him to bow before the royal court is not easy. He is the head of Luc Phien Mon, with strong bones. As for the Queen Mother in the palace, because that year I stubbornly lowered the price to marry him, even handing over the military talisman, I became extremely angry; Not only did he chase me out of the palace, but he also got angry and slashed at him, making his path difficult for many years. Inside that forbidden palace's red walls, for him were all humiliating memories. But watching my breathing become weaker and weaker, his fists clenched and eventually let go.

“Wait.” In the end, he only uttered two words, turned around and strode away, the hem of his shirt blowing up in a fierce wind.

He went to ask for medicine. Go ask the Queen Mother to hate both of us to the core. Finally there was only me left in the room, the system suddenly rang excitedly:

“Host, he still has you in his heart! Otherwise, why bother asking for medicine? I'm afraid you'll suffer."

I just find it funny. The system doesn't understand. I don't understand his earlier moment of hesitation and blame, and I don't understand why I ended up in this situation. I am the one who penetrates the book. The system assigned me the task of attacking him. But how can a man in strategy be better than being a county princess guarding a direction and freely roaming around? In the past, I also rode horses in brocade clothes, my spirit was brilliant, even more generous than that "sky-faced pirate". Yet I still couldn't escape the arrangement of fate - with just one look, I decided to marry him, to the point of asking myself to take off my armor and hand over military power. We also had days when we relied on each other. My strategy went very smoothly, in just three months he was completely committed to me. After the strategy was successful, I gave up returning to the old world and just wanted to be with him, so I locked myself in this backyard and smoothed every corner. Perhaps he had long forgotten that I also looked like that. Now, because of me, he put aside his pride and went to seek medicine, and the system thought he still loved me. As for me, I understand clearly that even if he asked for medicine to return... some things, he would already be unable to return.