Noble Concubine, Is It Your Turn to Be a Nun?
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Chapter 10

Chapter 10 — Noble Concubine, Is It Your Turn to Be a Nun?

Updated 10/08/2026 7 min read

In my previous life, when I became a nun, my parents and elder brother did their best to take care of me, allowing me to have one month every year to leave the nunnery, travel around the world, and temporarily breathe freely. Thanks to that, I did not commit suicide during the long years of imprisonment. I owe my family too much. In this life, I want to help them live good days. Besides, this time, if the Emperor thinks carefully, he will know that I am the one behind the arrangement. People just close one eye and open one eye. If I do not follow your will and enter the palace, I am afraid that the Emperor will turn his face indifferently, and at that time he will demand justice from me on behalf of Concubine Hoa Quy. From the moment I was resurrected and decided to make the first move against Hoa Ngoc Nghien, I was mentally prepared to enter the chess game myself. What's more, in my previous life, my most beautiful youth had to be a nun for ten years! Ten years as a nun! Forced to purify his mind for ten years! Ten years! A whole ten years! Ten long years! I really want to find a husband. The Emperor noticed me, half because of my talent, half because of my beauty. As for me, I pay attention to people purely because of their beauty. In my previous life, I made friends with the green light of the Buddha statue, lonely and cold. Living a new life, of course I have to rush into a place of prosperity and brocade! I said with full of ambition:

“I am satisfied, Your Majesty.”

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The day of the concubine investiture ceremony. Hoa Ngoc Nghien rushed into the ceremony table, raised her brooch and rushed to stab me, screaming to kill me. The Emperor discovered it in time and gave me his hand to support me. The back of his hand immediately bled. Hoa Ngoc Nghien couldn't believe it:

"Your Majesty, do you like this slut? Do you know what she did to my concubine?"

“Your Highness, you should ask yourself whether all of this was done by yourself or not!”

In Hoa Ngoc Nghien's ear, Tong Cam Chau's words suddenly rang out:

“I absolutely will not let you return to being a noble concubine.”

Like a curse that has come true. Hoa Ngoc Nghien hugged her face and cried loudly. She didn't understand - it was clear that she had suffered so many injustices, why did the Emperor not protect her at all, and in the end everything was simply ignored! Until she saw the people around her who used to flatter her and look at that face with disgusted expressions. The Emperor looked down at her contemptuously:

“Hoa Ngoc Nghien, look at yourself now, do you still look human?”

Her face is now black and red, and the words "rapist" on her left cheek are even more glaring. She believed in folk remedies and wanted to wash away the live paint, but the result was that her intact skin was completely destroyed. At this time, even though she was still wearing brocade and flowers, and tricked herself into wearing a pair of pearls on her ears, her old beautiful appearance was gone, and on the contrary, she looked extremely strange. The Emperor was completely disgusted with her:

"Concubine Hoa, you are so crazy and hot-tempered, it seems that you are no longer suitable to live in the palace. How about I take you to the cold palace and let you reflect on your mistakes!"

“Your Majesty.”

I advise:

“Shouldn't it be better to take you to a nun's hermitage to meditate?”

“I believe that only Buddha Dharma can wash away your impure soul.”

The emperor looked at me appreciatively:

“Your Majesty is truly very compassionate.”

Hoa Ngoc Nghien couldn't believe it:

“Your Majesty, I once saved your life!”

“She saved me I gave you my life, I gave you three years of glory and wealth, and tolerated you countless times. The grace of saving lives has already been paid off."

“Where are you, pull the Noble Concubine down!”

The noble lady struggled desperately. I followed her to see her off for a while. I raised my hand to caress her colorful, bumpy, bumpy face, smiling brightly like a flower:

“Niang Niang, I once said that these holy hands of mine can peel off a layer of your skin.”

“Look, I did it, right?”

Hoa Ngoc Nghien looked at me like a ghost, her whole body trembled in fear. I squeezed her chin, leisurely enjoying the birthmark on her face - that birthmark resembled a mountain range of water, and the two words "rapist" had been washed by her using folk remedies into two long, skinny little devils that seemed to be dancing. I am very satisfied:

"This face of yours, why can't it be considered my masterpiece?"

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Hoa Ngoc Nghien completely collapsed. She even wanted to open her mouth to bite me to death, but her head was pinned down by the guard. I leaned close to her ear and said darkly:

“The lady that day stole my hydrangea, making it impossible for me to find the husband I wanted.”

"Then I have no choice but to steal your man."

I stroked her bald head and smiled with compassion and generosity:

“Your highness, it's your turn to become a nun. Be before Buddha and obediently accept your fate!”

Hoa Ngoc Nghien was taken to a nun's monastery to become a monk, and she didn't even need to shave her hair. Tieu Ninh Vuong also wanted to pray for her. But he forgot, the person the Emperor values most right now is me. I just blew a little wind on my pillow, saying that Tieu Ninh Vuong seemed to especially protect his royal sister-in-law, Quy. The emperor was unhappy and sent Tieu Ninh Vuong to a cold, distant land. Without an edict, he could not return to the capital. It is said that after the Concubine came to the nun's monastery, the Truong family and Lam family - the families she had once offended - immediately sent people to "take good care" of the former favored concubine. In my previous life, I lived at a nunnery for ten years before going crazy. Instead, it was Hoa Ngoc Nghien - in less than half a year she was crazy, mentally unclear, and let people trample her. Of course, there are contributions from the Truong family and the Lam family. The two great clans have a hatred for each other, and always have thousands and thousands of ways to torture others. It's not convenient to talk in detail.

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Actually, before I officially entered the palace, the Green Sister of the flower pickers once asked me to fulfill my promise and let her go. She forced me to prepare a large mansion in the south, and also voluntarily placed thousands of taels of gold in the carriage. She even threatened me:

“If you don't satisfy me, I will drag you to death with me!”

Thieves are still thieves. I arranged to meet her in a small alley outside the city. The female thief arrived at the meeting place, only saw thousands of taels of gold but no carriage, and immediately became impatient:

“Where is the carriage? This gold… this gold is fake!”

She quickly discovered that the gold was just bricks painted gold.

“You dare to make fun of me!”

Realizing that something was wrong, she immediately wanted to run. But the exit of the small alley was blocked by a group of emaciated, dumbfounded people - some people lost their daughters because of flower pickers, some people lost their wives, some people lost their sisters. They held swords and surrounded the female robber's retreat. The female thief backed away in fear, while I stood behind her. We previously agreed to five The flower picker said that as long as they help me slander Hoa Ngoc Nghien, I will save their sister Luc's life.

“I indeed promised those five bandits that I would forgive you.”

"But I never said anything wrong and the relatives of those women will also forgive you!"

I turned around and left, leaving behind a pitiful scream as the female bandit was stripped of her skin and bones. Since then, no one knows that on that day, because I wanted to push Hoa Ngoc Nghien to death, I did not hesitate to collude with thieves. I am pure and become the Divine Concubine of Emperor Minh Tuyen. Three years later, I gave birth to a Prince and was crowned Queen. The Dan Qing paintings under my pen have been immortalized in history books, and are revered by people as sacred painters. Ten years of hard practice in my previous life have finally covered my body with a layer of golden light in this life!

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