Chapter 4 — On the wedding night, when he was forced to marry Vuong Gia Khat's wife, I used a needle to acupuncture his life.

He stopped in front of me, looking down from above:

“So your medical skills are self-taught?”

I raised my head and looked straight into his eyes:

"Your Majesty already knows everything, why do you need to ask again?"

He suddenly raised his hand to lift my chin:

“Why save this king?”

"I have married into the royal palace, of course I hope the royal family lives to be a hundred years old."

I calmly replied. He laughed coldly, let go of his hand:

“Tomorrow, follow this king to the pharmacy.”

“Pharmacy room?”

“Don't you like to research medical techniques?” He turned his back towards me.

"This king allows you to use the pharmacy in the palace, but all medicine use must be done under the eyes of Doctor Truong."

I was secretly happy in my heart, but on the outside I still respectfully said: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace."

“Don't be so quick to get excited.” He coldly added, “Zhao Hu will monitor you.”

Trieu Ho was his close guard, a young man with a cold face as ice, his eyes always looking at me full of vigilance...I could not see Truong Long anywhere. Leaving the study room, I walked lightly back to my institute. Finally have the opportunity to come into contact with medicinal herbs! As long as I can enter the pharmacy, I can prepare the antidote, not only for Duong Huc, but also for... I shook my head, dismissing those distant memories. Early the next morning, Trieu Ho was indeed waiting outside the hospital, his cold face leading me to the pharmacy. The royal palace's pharmacy is much larger than the Ton palace, with a full range of medicinal herbs, many of which are rare and even the first I have seen. I tried to suppress my excitement, pretending to calmly examine each type of medicinal ingredient.

“What does the princess want to find?”

Trieu Ho stood at the door, his voice stiff.

“Just watch casually.” I picked up a branch of ginseng, "What kind of medicine does the Royal Family usually take?"

“This matter has nothing to do with the Princess.”

I smiled slightly: "Your Majesty allowed me to go to the pharmacy, didn't he want me to understand his illness?" Trieu Ho frowned: "The king only told people to come, not to people to inquire about his affairs." I didn't pay attention to him anymore, focusing on examining the medicinal herbs. Very quickly, we discovered a small locked cabinet.

“Do not touch the medicinal herbs in there.” Trieu Ho immediately warned.

“What medicinal herbs are so precious?” I asked curiously.

“Poison.”

My heart trembled slightly: "Why does the royal palace store poison?" Trieu Ho coldly said: "If you don't want to ask, don't ask if you don't want to ask." I kept my mouth shut and continued to check other medicinal herbs. Over the course of a day, I basically understood the layout of the pharmacy and the amount of medicinal ingredients in reserve. At sunset, Duong Huc personally went to the pharmacy. He stood at the door, the sunlight shining in from behind, lengthening his silhouette on the floor.

“The medicine is very complete.” I put down the herbs in my hand,

"I want to mix a few bags of incense to calm the mind, I wonder if that's okay?"

He raised his eyebrows: "You know how to make incense?"

“Only a brief understanding.” I humbly replied.

“In my grandfather's medical book... no, my mother's has it written down.”

He walked in, casually picked up a sprig of herbs and played with them in his hand:

“I heard you asked Zhao Hu about the king's medicine?”

My heart beats faster, but my face still doesn't show it:

“I just want to better understand the Royal Family's illness.”

"No need." He put down the herbs,

"You only need to do as the king says, absolutely no other questions are allowed."

“So why did the King call me to the pharmacy?” I couldn't help but ask.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly: "Try." I was stunned: "What?"

“This king wants to see what medicinal herbs you would be interested in.”

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle: "Sure enough, you are looking for antidote medicine." My heart was shocked, I reluctantly kept calm: "Your Majesty has been thinking too much, I just..."

“No need to explain.” He interrupted me.

“From today onwards, you go to the pharmacy every two hours, under the supervision of Trieu Ho, other than the incense bag, you are not allowed to touch any other medicinal herbs.”

Having finished speaking, he turned around and left, leaving me standing still, my palms covered in cold sweat. This man is too dangerous. In the following days, on the outside I obediently made incense bags, but on the inside, I secretly memorized the location of each medicinal ingredient in the pharmacy. Trieu Ho is always by my side every step of the way without leaving my side, but I find that every time it's time for Than, he will change shifts, with a gap of half a moment in between. That day, when Trieu Ho changed shifts, I quickly checked the locked poison cabinet. The lock was very delicate, but I had prepared in advance. From my bun, I pulled out a silver needle as thin as a strand of hair. I was able to open the lock just a few times. In the cupboard, there were dozens of small porcelain vases neatly arranged, each vase labeled. I quickly scrolled through, suddenly, a familiar name caught my eye—Han Tam Tan. My hand trembled slightly, holding that small vase. There was only a little white powder left in the bottle, but it was enough to prove that my guess was not wrong—— The poison that Duong Huc was exposed to came from his pharmacy!

“What are you doing?”

A cold voice rang out from behind, my whole body stiffened, I slowly turned around. The old butler didn't know when he was standing at the door, looking in horror at the bottle of poison in my hand.

“I…” I quickly improvised, “I am looking for a medicine that can cure the King's illness.”

The old butler's face darkened: "That's poison!"

“Use poison to treat poison, it is written in the medical books.”

I tried to stay calm and put the vase down,

"The King's illness is recurring, and the medicine is often ineffective, so I..."

“Your Highness, although this old slave doesn't understand medical techniques, he's not stupid either.”

The old butler walked in and locked the poison cabinet: "Your Majesty treats you well, why do you..."

“I really just want to help the Royal Family!”