Chapter 1 — On the wedding night, when he was forced to marry Vuong Gia Khat's wife, I used a needle to acupuncture his life.

The day the palanquin arrived at the door, the sister ran away from her marriage. I, a concubine, was pushed onto a palanquin and married to Tran Bac Vuong on her behalf - a man rumored to be cruel and bloodthirsty to kill. On the wedding night, the veil had not yet been lifted, that man coldly warned me:

"Remain calm, this king will tell you not to die."

I lowered my eyes and smiled, my fingertips glinting with the cold silver rays of silver needles —

“Coincidentally, my concubine… also thinks the same.”

The day the palanquin arrived at the door, the sister ran away from her marriage. I knelt in the temple hall, listening to the bustling sound of gongs and drums outside, my palm was pressed by myself until it bled and left a mark.

“Ton Hinh Nhi, listen carefully!”

Father kicked the door open from the street, his face as pale as iron.

"Nguyet Nhu ran away, this marriage cannot be canceled, you can marry her instead!"

I raised my head, looking at the father who had never once cared about me, my throat tightened.

“Father, that is Tran Bac Vuong…”

“Shut up!”

He slapped me with an ear, and the corner of my lips immediately bled.

"A concubine, being able to marry into the royal palace is your blessing for eight generations of cultivation!"

The mother stood next to her and pretended to wipe away her tears:

"Hinh Nhi, although the Vuong family's reputation is not very good, after all, he is a royal family..."

I lowered my head, hiding the ironic smile in my eyes. Not very good reputation? Who doesn't know that Tran Bac King Duong Huc was brutal and murderous, and the two previous kings both died for unknown reasons.

“Give you half an hour to prepare.”

Father waved his sleeves and left, "If you dare to escape, I will break your legs!" The street became quiet again, only the sound of my breathing remained. I slowly stood up, rubbed my numb knees, and suddenly burst into laughter. Hide? How can I escape?

“In this house, I can live no better than an animal.”

Instead of marrying into the royal palace, who knows, it might be a way to live. A Hoan Tieu Thuy ran in with red eyes:

“Second Miss, they… they didn't even prepare a new uniform for you, but instead forced you to wear Eldest Miss's…”

I raised my hand to caress the gold-embroidered wedding dress and softly said: "It's okay." After all, it's a change of marriage, so what difference does it make who wears the wedding dress? Tieu Thuy frantically helped me with my makeup. In the bronze mirror, a woman with a painterly appearance appeared, but with a layer of coldness.

“The second lady is so beautiful…”

Tieu Thuy suddenly burst into tears, "Much more beautiful than the eldest lady..." I patted her hand: "Don't cry, the makeup will smudge." The palanquin had arrived at the door, there was no bridegroom to greet him, only a team of cold guards stood there. I wore a red scarf and was helped onto the palanquin. When the palanquin started to depart, I heard my mother's fake cry and my father's sigh of relief. The palanquin swayed gently, I quietly lifted a corner of my head scarf and looked out through the gap in the palanquin curtain. The gate of Ton Phu is getting farther and farther away, and a feeling of liberation rises in my heart. My fingers touched the bag of silver needles hidden in my sleeve, and my heart felt a little more at peace. Over the years, if I hadn't secretly studied medicine, I would have been tortured to death by my mother. Every time he was beaten, he healed himself, every time he was locked in a dark room, he relied on identifying medicinal herbs to pass the time...

“The king said, go through the next door.”

Tone The guard's cold voice outside interrupted my thoughts. I let down the palanquin curtain and smiled silently. Sure enough, a concubine doesn't even have the qualifications to enter the front door. The palanquin stopped, I was helped down and entered a hospital. There was no worship, no guests, and was taken directly into the cave room.

"The Royal Family is busy with military duties, please take a rest yourself."

After the maid finished speaking, she immediately retreated, not even preparing the wine. I yanked off my head scarf, my cold eyes slowly scanning the room known as the cave room. Red candles burned brightly, brocade blankets and embroidered cushions looked luxurious at first glance, but everywhere seemed superficial. There wasn't even any breakfast on the table, only a bottle of cold wine. I walked to the bronze mirror, looked at my pale face, and began to take off the heavy jewelry on my head. Suddenly, the door was pushed open, a cold wind rushed in. I suddenly turned around and saw a tall figure standing at the door.

“King… Your Majesty.” I quickly bowed, my heart beating like a drum.

He was not wearing a happy uniform, but was dressed in a dark black mask, with a sword on his waist, and his whole body emitted a cold murderous aura. The headscarf had been taken off, I had nowhere to hide, I could only look straight into his eyes. Those were eyes as cold as an eagle's, so deep that they seemed to swallow every look.

“Aren't you Ton Nguyet Nhu?” His voice was low and cold.

My fingers trembled slightly, forcing myself to calm down:

"Returning to the Royal Family, I am Ton Hinh Nhi, the Ton family's... concubine."

He frowned slightly, obviously knowing about the change of marriage.

"Be safe, this king told you not to die."

He coldly threw back this sentence, turned around and left. I lowered my eyes and smiled softly, my fingertips glinting with the cold silver rays of silver needles—

“Coincidentally, my concubine… also thinks the same.”

His footsteps stopped, he turned to look at me, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. I immediately took back the silver needle and showed a submissive look: "I remember the king's teachings." He squinted his eyes to evaluate me for a moment, then finally said nothing and strode away. The door was slammed shut, I breathed a sigh of relief, the back of my shirt was soaked. This Tran Bac King is indeed as scary as rumored.