Chapter 14 — Once reborn, I will no longer marry the wrong person

She put on a bright red outfit and sat in front of a bronze mirror while the maid combed her hair. In the mirror appeared a face with arched eyebrows and a smile that could not be hidden at the corners of the lips. Completely different from the previous marriage, when the smile was just painted on the face, but this time it was true joy flowing from the bottom of the heart.

"Uan Ninh." Sister Bieu suddenly grabbed my hand and told the maid to leave.

"What's up?"

He was silent for a moment, then took out a small paper package from his sleeve and placed it in my palm. Inside is a little brown powder, emitting a very faint herbal scent.

"What is this?" I asked.

"The poison he got... was caused by me."

My fingers suddenly tightened. Sister Bieu looked at herself in the mirror, her voice was so calm that it didn't sound like she was talking about something related to human life.

"The second month after marrying into the Eighth King's Palace, I discovered a painting in his study. In the third month, I bribed a little maid in the palace, telling her to secretly put this in his tea. It's not extremely poisonous, just a very slowly toxic herb. Every day a little, the body will gradually weaken day by day, like an oil lamp whose flame is slowly turned down."

She turned her head to look at me, tears shining in her eyes, but more importantly, peace.

"I don't want him to die too quickly. I want him to live, to live to feel the strength in his body disappear little by little, to feel that he can't even stand, to feel himself from an enthusiastic Eighth Prince full of spirit to a person who only knows how to lie on the bed, even having to ask others to help him when he turns over."

"Uan Ninh, do you know? After being detained, the last time I went to see him, he was lying on the bed, so thin that he was just skin and bones, yet the first question he asked me was still... had Tham Uyen Thanh come to visit him?"

Sister Bieu smiled slightly. Tears also silently fell.

"At that moment, I suddenly no longer hated him. Because until he died, he did not know that the reason he fell into this fate was not because of God's will, nor because of failure in the power struggle, but because the woman he married, whom he had never looked at once, every day quietly put a little medicine in his cup of tea."

I squeezed the paper package tightly in my palm, so tight that the paper wrinkled.

"Does anyone know about this?" I asked.

"Do not have." The guy shook his head. "Even my close maid didn't know. During the time he was under house arrest, his health deteriorated day by day. Everyone thought he was sick due to frustration. The royal physician also came to examine him and concluded that it was an accumulation of mental illness and a loss of vitality and blood. No one thought it was due to poisoning."

He stood up, walked to the window and pushed the door open. The autumn sunlight poured in, clearly illuminating the tear stains on her face. Outside the window, joyful music was heard, and the welcoming group had arrived at the beginning of the alley.

"Uan Ninh, I'm not telling you this so you can hide it for me." She turned her back to me. "I just want you to know, Cui Jinshu, I'm not a chess piece for others to arrange at will. He sees me as a stepping stone, so I'll let him know, stepping stones can also make people stumble."

I stood up and walked behind her Then he threw the paper package through the window. The medicinal powder dissolved in the autumn wind, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"This." I said softly. "It will forever be buried in both of our hearts. Today is your happy day, let's step forward, never look back."

The music was getting closer and closer. Sister Bieu wiped her tears and sat back in front of the bronze mirror. The maid pushed the door in and gently placed a red scarf over her head. The red silk sheet fell down, covering her face, leaving only the slender figure sitting there quietly. I helped her step out of the chamber, through the yard of the Thoi family palace, through the moon-shaped arched door that had sent her off into the Eight Kings palace in the past. The only difference is that this time, the person waiting outside is the same person who has been waiting for her for two years. Chu Minh Vien sat on horseback, wearing a red outfit. When he saw the palanquin being carried out, he almost jumped off the horse. He quickly walked to the front of the palanquin, held out his hand, his hand shaking slightly. The sister's hand slowly reached out from inside the palanquin curtain and placed it in his palm. He immediately grasped it tightly, as if holding a treasure he thought was lost but now found it.