Chapter 5 — Minh VI

The number of times he returned to the palace became less and less. Even when he did return, he mostly slept in the study room and no longer entered my room. I was confused and uneasy, reflecting over and over again, but still didn't know where I was wrong. Is it because we are not managing internal affairs thoroughly enough? Or are the words meaningless and not as good as the other ladies in the capital who understand the weather and the moon? Until… Linh Lung appeared. I saw with my own eyes that he was rarely adjusting his clothes, and that light flared up in his eyes, even brighter and hotter than when he looked at me in the past. He began to become as handsome and handsome as he was before marriage, and had countless reasons to go out every day. Because of her, he broke too many rules. He most despised people who were selfish and vain. He once held my hand and said that he must become an official who serves the people and requests his name in history. But because of Linh Lung, he used his power over and over again, concealing her whereabouts, cleaning up the consequences, even... right on the public road, giving false testimony for her. The few times I had conflicts with Linh Lung, no matter right or wrong, he always took her side, scolding me with that cold, impatient tone:

“Minh Vi, why are you becoming so concerned now, not knowing the big picture?”

"That's just her nature, how about you give her a little bit?"

The scene in the dream is fragmented and broken, each scene is like a poisonous needle, stinging my heart. In a coma, we hear suppressed, broken cries. It's Tieu Duong. I tried my best to open my heavy eyelids, my blurred vision gradually gathering. Tieu Duong indeed knelt in front of my bed, crying until her eyes were as swollen and red as peaches. A white-haired and bearded royal physician was packing up the medicine box, his face heavy, slowly shaking his head at Tieu Duong.

“Your doctor... your doctor, please think of another way!” Tieu Duong's voice carried a cry of despair, clutching the royal physician's sleeve, "Please! What if... what if I ask for a real Nine Turns Soul Pill now? Is it still effective? Please tell me, is it effective?!"

The old physician sighed heavily, his old voice was helpless:

"Miss, princess like this... is no longer a medicine that can save her. The internal organs are all damaged, her vitality is gone, even if she really has the immortal pill... she has no power to return to heaven. Now... I can only do my best, listen to heaven's orders, let the lady suffer a little less..."

“How could… how could it turn out like this…”

Tieu Duong seemed to have been drained of all his strength, he fell limply to the ground, bursting into tears bitterly:

"Your Highness... how powerful you were before... you could ride a horse for three days and three nights without feeling tired... could pierce an enemy's helmet with an arrow... saved so many people... including your servants... if it weren't for you, my slaves would have starved to death long ago on the street..."

Her cry was heart-wrenching, full of unwillingness and indignation:

“Such a good princess… how did… how did she become like she is today… lying here waiting to die…”

Suddenly, she seemed to have grabbed the last straw, jumped up, and stumbled out:

"No! I can't just watch like that! I have to go pray to the Queen Mother! I kneel outside the palace gate! I bow my head! The Queen Mother used to love the princess the most! You must have a way! There must be a way to make the princess more comfortable! At least... at least I can't let the princess feel pain. so!"

Her cries and footsteps gradually faded away. The room fell silent again. I slowly closed my eyes, even the strength to pull the corners of my lips was gone. Ha must still struggle, we only have three days left. 6、 I was awakened by a dull "thump" sound when a heavy object was thrown violently to the ground, accompanied by a soft groan. I tilted my head with difficulty, looking out through the gap in the bed curtain. I only saw Tieu Duong like a torn doll thrown on the cold blue tile floor, curled up, motionless. Her clothes were torn to shreds, her exposed arms and neck were covered in blue-violet bruises that made people feel creepy; The corner of his mouth was torn and bleeding, and there was a clear scratch on his forehead, with blood slowly seeping out. She seemed to no longer have the strength to cry, only trembling very lightly, unconsciously due to pain. It turned out that Tieu Duong had not even had time to leave the courtyard when Linh Lung discovered him, beat him and threw him back. Linh Lung held her sword and stood at the door, her face full of sarcasm:

“The master is not like a master, and the maid is also not like a maid.”

Tieu Triet followed her, his eyebrows furrowed. He saw me lying on the bed, my face even paler than before, my breathing so weak that I could barely see the rise and fall of my chest, and a genuine trace of worry finally flashed in the bottom of my eyes. He walked a few steps in front of the bed, bent down, his voice carrying tension that he hadn't even realized:

“Minh Vi? How does she feel? Why is your face getting worse and worse?"

I hadn't even had time to gather enough strength to look at him once, but Linh Lung's cold voice flew in from the door, full of contempt and mockery:

“Tsk, here we go again. I say, my husband, the ability of this main wife of yours to sell carpets for mercy is truly first-class. The tricks of the back-of-house women are only pretending to be sick, crying, looking for death and life, all those things, her acting is more realistic than a double on stage.

Tieu Triet's hand reaching towards me stopped in mid-air.