Chapter 3 — On the big wedding day, my husband ignored me and personally carried my pregnant sister to the palanquin.

I looked at her eyes filled with fear, smiling slightly.

"This white silk strip and jar of poisoned wine are the Queen's grace."

"Ma ma was so loyal."

"I'm sure I would be very pleased to receive this grace on your behalf."

"Nobody, cover her mouth and let her choose something for herself."

"No... don't..."

Finally, the mother completely collapsed, she screamed in panic and turned around to run away. But Thanh Lam's figure flashed slightly, like a ghost blocking her right in front of her. Two tall guards immediately stepped forward, each holding one of her arms tightly. Another person picked up the white silk strip on the tray, preparing to wrap it around her neck.

"Your Majesty, please spare your life! Your Royal Highness, please spare your life!"

She struggled frantically. From under the hem of his pants suddenly came a foul, unpleasant smell. She was so scared that she urinated on the spot. I frowned slightly in disgust.

"What a useless thing."

"That's it."

"Drag her out, slap her mouth fifty times, break her legs and throw her back to the Queen's palace."

"By the way, please pass this on to the Queen."

My voice was so cold that it didn't carry any warmth.

"Just tell the Queen."

"A person from Tinh Vuong Palace, she can't touch her."

"If there is a next time..."

"This concubine did not hesitate to personally send her down to reunite with the Immortal Emperor."

The guards took orders, and the mother was so scared that she went out as soft as mud, like dragging a dead dog. Not long after, there were loud slapping sounds outside the yard, mixed with pitiful screams. I returned to sit in the chair and picked up the slightly cooled cup of tea. Gently take a sip. The taste of tea is bitter but refreshing, exactly like my current state of mind. This slap also means that the Queen and I are completely on opposite sides of the battle line, with no way to reconcile. The road ahead. Only more dangerous. But I'm not afraid. It was difficult to crawl out of the mud. I absolutely will not let myself fall there again. At that moment, quiet footsteps were heard outside the door. A clear but low, magnetic male voice rang out from outside.

"This king's concubine is really not like an ordinary person."

I raised my head. I only saw standing in front of the door a man wearing a dark black brocade robe, tall and straight. He stood against the light, making his face difficult to see clearly. But those eyes were incredibly bright. It's like you can see into people's hearts. His body radiated an iron-blooded aura that had been forged in the battlefield, along with the majesty of a natural-born king. Tinh Vuong. Tieu Huyen Than. He entered step by step. Only when he got closer did I see his face clearly. The eyebrows are slanted into the sideburns, the phoenix eyes are long and narrow, the bridge of the nose is high and straight, and the thin lips are slightly pursed. It was such a handsome face that it carried a strong oppressive aura. On his left eyebrow bone there is a faint scar. That scar not only did not reduce his handsome appearance, but on the contrary, it also made him even more cold and wild. This is my nominal husband. Tinh Vuong Tieu Huyen Than. The most famous war god of Dai Zhou. According to rumors, at the age of thirteen he went to war. By the age of fifteen, with only three Thousands of light cavalry destroyed hundreds of thousands of enemy soldiers. Over the past years, he guarded the northern border, fought the enemy to the point of fear, and established countless glorious victories for Dai Zhou. That's why the king's achievements were too great, making the court extremely cautious. Especially the faction of the Queen and the Second Prince, saw him as a thorn in the eye, a splinter in the flesh. At this moment, he was quietly looking at me with those bottomless eyes. Those eyes didn't look like they were looking at a wife. It's more like evaluating a weapon that interests you. The servants in the palace have long knelt down to cover the entire area.

"A visit to the Royal Family."

He did not pay attention to anyone and walked directly in front of me. His tall body completely shadowed me. Brings an extremely intense feeling of oppression. I don't get up. Just sit still in the chair, looking straight into his eyes. Neither of them spoke up. In the air there seemed to be countless invisible sparks colliding with each other. It's been so long. He slowly opened his mouth, breaking that quiet atmosphere.

"Very well done."

His voice is much easier to hear than I imagined. But also cold like him.

"What the Queen did today was for exploration."

"First, test this king's limits."

"Second, find out whether she is a soft persimmon that can be squeezed, or a hard bone."