Chapter 3 — Minh VI

The system is angry and dissatisfied:

"What kind of Nine Turns Soul Pill is this? It's clearly just ordinary cinnabar, and it's also a little poisonous. Is this Tieu Triet sick? If she's really forgiving, does she still need to steal medicine and go around making a scene like this?"

“The feelings of you — humans — are too complicated, I cannot understand.”

A deception so clumsy that even machines can see through it. Yet Tieu Triet, the head of Luc Phien Mon, was immersed in that clumsy play, even viewing it as a unique kind of love interest. Human life, in their eyes, is nothing more than a game of catching each other, to prove the other person's specialness. I said nothing. When Tieu Triet brought the spoon of medicine to his lips, without hesitation, I opened my mouth and swallowed it. A bitter taste spreads in my mouth, exactly like my current state of mind. Tieu Triet saw me taking the medicine, the smile on his face deepened, as if he had solved a big and shocking matter. He helped me lift the blanket, his tone was light as if he were discussing today's weather:

“Minh Vi, since that's the case... I think it's better to let Linh Lung enter the door.”

I never lifted my eyelids. He continued, his voice carrying a strange mixture of pity and pride:

"She's different from me, she doesn't care about these vain statuses, official wife or ordinary wife, she doesn't care, she just wants to be with me. You don't know, someone who can act freely and not be bound like her, but now is willing to suppress her temper for me, to do it to this extent... I really can't mistreat her."

He even considered the words:

"I think... we should at least give her a peaceful position. She deserves it."

“Whoa!”

Tieu Duong - the maid serving next to him - finally couldn't bear it anymore, the medicine bowl in his hand fell and broke. She trembled with anger, tears welling up in her eyes:

"Sir! You are confused! She is a pirate of unknown origin. She has repeatedly harmed my wife to this extent. How can she be on par with our princess? This is really..."

“Disturb!” Tieu Triet's face suddenly darkened and he shouted loudly, interrupting her, "When will it be the turn of a slave like you to interfere! Master's matter, how can you talk about it? Where are you -"

“Tieu Triet.”

I finally spoke up, my voice was weak and low, but still successfully blocked his command. I slowly opened my eyes, looking at him in anger and Tieu Duong behind him with a face full of resentment, tears in his eyes, just feeling extremely tired.

“Don't make things difficult for her.” I closed my eyes again, as if I had used up the last bit of my strength, and softly said, "It's up to you. If you want to take it, just take it, if you want to hold it as a wife... it's up to you."

Anyway, six days later, I died. The honor and favor in this palace, the status, and the infatuated game between him and her... From now on, it has nothing to do with me anymore. 4、 That afternoon, Tay Xuong's room was arranged properly, Linh Lung just moved in. Maid Tieu Duong was so angry that she stomped her feet repeatedly in front of my bed, trying to keep her voice low but still full of resentment:

"Your highness! Look! This... what else can happen? The fate hasn't been decided yet, the palanquin hasn't been picked up yet, she's already hastily moved in? Really... really shameless!”

I closed my eyes, didn't say a word, just raised my hand and gave my confidant a copy of the chapter, which clearly stated Linh Lung's crimes, along with Tieu Triet's cover-up and favoritism towards her. This mansion is no longer my home, what does she want to do, what does it have to do with me? But I'm still the princess. I'm about to leave, and I can't let this disaster continue. The sound of footsteps came from far and near, carrying some deliberate lightness. The curtains were lifted, Linh Lung in a bright red outfit walked in, unceremoniously observed my heavily gassed hospital room, and finally his eyes stopped on that pale face. The corners of her lips curled up into the smile of a winner:

“Thich Minh Vi, I'm here to visit you. In the future, when we share the same roof, we hope to receive more guidance.”

She stopped for a moment, her voice suddenly cold, carrying an undisguised threat:

“But I'll say it first, Linh Lung, I hate the crooked tactics of you middle-class women the most. You better calm down and don't act in front of me, otherwise..."

Before she finished speaking, a silver light shot out from her sleeve! Before I could scream, I only heard "meow—" a short cry, the white lion cat I had raised for many years, curled up sleeping on the footstool, suddenly stiffened, twitched twice and then became motionless. A poisonous needle as thin as a cow's hair was pinned straight to its neck.

“…Otherwise, your end will be exactly like this animal.”

She leisurely withdrew her hand, as if she had just brushed off the dust. That cat was the year I first entered the palace, given to me by the Queen Mother, and has accompanied me through countless lonely days. I watched helplessly as he stopped breathing, a mouthful of sweet taste rushed straight into my throat, with a "gagging" sound, I vomited a large mouthful of blood, splattering all over the pale white blanket and pillow, a horrifying sight. I was so angry that my whole body trembled. I tried to sit up with my hands, my shaking fingertips pointed at her, my voice hoarse from weakness and extreme anger:

“How dare you... this is a royal gift! The Queen Mother personally gave the reward! You dare to blatantly act like this, openly destroy royal objects, and treat the royal majesty as nothing?!”