Chapter 15 — On the big wedding day, my husband ignored me and personally carried my pregnant sister to the palanquin.

The prestige of Tinh Vuong Palace. In that moment. Reached the top. As for the Second Prince's reputation. Then completely fell into the abyss. Property in his name. In just three days. I've been uprooted in three places. Every single place. They all caused him heavy losses. Every stab. They all accurately stabbed straight into his heart. In the Second Prince's palace. He was so angry that he smashed his favorite set of pre-dynasty porcelain on the spot. Just pointed in the direction of Tinh Vuong Palace. Just cursed loudly. Couldn't get even half the evidence. To accuse is my doing. We can only look at the power that he has built up over the years. Being treated like that is like splitting bamboo. Step by step, spit it out. I sit in Dinh Lan Thuy Ta. Listen to the news Thanh Lam brings back. On the face. It is calm like calm water. In my heart. Again, cold pleasure arose. That's the price of angering me. I didn't just cut off your claws. I also want everyone to see it with their own eyes. Who dares to touch the people of Tinh Vuong Palace? What outcome will you have to accept? Two days left. Tieu Huyen Than will return. The welcome gift I prepared for him. He will certainly be very satisfied. Thursday, sunset. The afternoon sun was as red as blood, dyeing half of the capital's sky red. I stood in the hallway of Dinh Lan Thuy Ta, quietly watching the clouds at the end of the sky. In recent days, the situation in the capital has completely changed. What people talk about after every meal is no longer the Second Prince's kindness, but the kindness of Tinh Vuong Palace. Those noble ladies who used to point fingers and gossip about me, now every time they see the carriage of Tinh Vuong Palace, they have to proactively get out of the way. My thunderous tricks not only caused pain to the Second Prince, but also shocked all those with unrighteous hearts. Let them understand clearly. Tinh Vuong Palace, even without Tinh Vuong guarding it, is absolutely not a soft persimmon that anyone can arbitrarily squeeze.

"King."

Thanh Lam walked next to me and put a coat on my shoulders.

"It's cold. You've been standing here for a long time."

I nodded slightly, my eyes still looking towards the palace gate.

"He... is about to return."

My voice was very calm, I couldn't hear any emotions. But only we ourselves know. In my heart, a very small ray of expectation arose, so small that even I myself had never realized it. I hope that man returns. I want him to see the house that I have maintained on his behalf. Wanted to let him know. I am not just a weak woman who needs his protection. You can also become someone who fights side by side with him. At that moment, outside the palace gate, a series of neat but heavy horse hooves rang out. The sound got closer and closer, clearer and clearer. Carrying the murderous aura of the iron horse and spear, in an instant it dispelled the silence of Tinh Vuong Palace. Phuc Ba's old but excited voice echoed from the front yard.

"Your Majesty! Your Royal Highness has returned!"

The entire Tinh Vuong Palace instantly boiled over. All the servants rushed towards the front yard, everyone's faces showed joy and respect from the bottom of their hearts. I took a deep breath, adjusted my clothes, and then walked home front hospital. When we get there. He just threw himself off his horse. The setting sun covered his tall, straight body with a layer of brilliant golden light. He was still wearing the same dark-colored armor, with road dust and the faint smell of blood still lingering on it. Compared to the previous meeting. The aura on his body became sharper and more intimidating. Like a peerless sword that had just returned from drinking blood, its sharp tip was clearly visible, making others not dare to look directly at it. Behind him. There were hundreds of soldiers also wearing black armor like that. They stood there quietly. Like a black steel forest. Exudes a sense of oppression that almost suffocates others.

"A visit to the Royal Family!"

The servants in the palace all knelt down. He didn't say anything. Just slightly raise your hand. His eyes penetrated everyone. Precisely stopping on people. Those deep, cold eyes looked at me quietly. No compliments. No questions asked. There was only a quiet look carrying scrutiny and exploration. I also calmly looked straight at him. Among us. Separated by the courtyard. Separated by the crowd. But it seems like the whole world. There's only two of us left. It's been so long.