Chapter 9 — On the day of Your Majesty's wedding, I personally offered the condolence

It's very rare for Tiet Nhu Ngoc to say such a pleasant sentence. Those words stopped Thuc Phi's throat and made her face turn red.

"Your Majesty, I don't mean it like that... huh huh huh... How can you understand? After all, knowing someone's face, it's hard to know their heart. The Queen and General Mo are childhood friends who grew up together, she hasn't even said anything yet..."

What a fool. My story, is it your turn to bring it up?

"Everyone, please shut up. The Queen is also someone you can talk about at will. If you're pregnant, just stay in the palace to take care of yourself. If you have nothing to do, don't go out."

After a moment of silence, Bui Canh Tram finally spoke, ending this commotion. He looked at me for a long time without saying another word. I also calmly looked straight at him. Anyway, we didn't do anything rash. That night, he still came to my palace. I thought he would be angry. At night, we sleep with our backs to each other, no one says a word. Later I fell asleep. In a dream, I feel my back suddenly warm, then my whole body feels like it is surrounded by a stream of warmth. In the following days, Bui Canh Tram often stayed in our palace, but never mentioned Mo Khuynh Han. I thought everything would pass like that. Unfortunately, heaven does not please people. A holy edict has completely severed the relationship between me and him. When I heard the news, the holy decree had already been distributed to the prefectures. The idea is that the Sixth Prince and the Second Prince have both reached the age of choosing concubines. At that time, Princess Ton intended to marry Princess Chieu Hoa to Mo Khuynh Han, so she conveniently organized a banquet for the two sides to meet and get acquainted. At that time, the Emperor and Empress will both personally attend. It's all an excuse. In the end, it was just because he didn't believe me and wanted to quickly arrange a marriage for Mo Khuynh Han, but Princess Chieu Hoa had already liked him for a long time. This time, those concubines will probably laugh at me to death. Before, it was just a pretense to save face for me, but in reality, he had long been suspicious of me. I entered the temple, destroyed all the things Bui Canh Tram gave me, leaving nothing behind. I tore up those pieces of Thuc Cam soaked in cold medicine and then ferociously trampled them under my feet.

"Your highness, I know you're heartbroken, but if you continue like this, those scoundrels will definitely find a way to blame the General and the Young Master. The passion you've worked so hard to preserve for so long will be in vain."

A Nguyen's words were like a bucket of cold water pouring straight down, extinguishing the anger inside me. I just felt both physically and mentally exhausted, my legs were weak, and I fell to the ground. A Nguyen quickly helped me up. I really didn't have any strength left, I could only lean on her and burst into tears, chokingly saying:

"A Nguyen, I have ripped out all my heart for him, but he still doesn't believe me. I am careful everywhere, I'm afraid I can't protect my father and brother. What should I do... what should I do now..."

"Your majesty, it's your majesty's fault, this matter is not your fault. The emperor is inherently heartless, you should stop liking him. I only pity General Mo, getting caught up in it for no reason, losing your predestined relationship. Your majesty is really too much."

That's right, Mo Khuynh Han is innocent, he should not be involved in this matter. I ordered someone to secretly send a letter to Mo Khuynh Han, asking if he needed any help from me. At the same time, he also sent a letter to his brother. The two of them are both confidants and colleagues, and his brother will definitely think of the same thing. Very quickly, Mo Khuynh Han replied, saying that he had a solution, and his brother also told me not to worry, everything was taken care of by them. Just like that, in a mood of anxiety and insecurity, I waited for the day of the banquet to say goodbye. According to protocol, we still have to attend with Bui Canh Tram. Before entering the temple, he suddenly turned around and grabbed my hand tightly, as if intentionally showing off his authority. I endured the uncomfortable feeling, still smiled respectfully, and entered the main hall. In the palace, Mo Khuynh Han and the two princes were already sitting in their positions. Our eyes met in mid-air. There was no panic in his eyes like we thought, but immediately afterwards, pain came from his hand.

"Your Majesty, can you let go? My hand hurts."