Chapter 3 — Pho Ma ran towards Thanh Mai, and I left Truong An

There was only one urgent thought in my heart, wanting to know clearly which princess was that year back in Beijing. My royal brother, whether or not you know that Co Lien Sinh swapped his identity and pretended to be real, committing the crime of lese majeste. No one wants to meet me. The palace officials of the courtiers who sided with me and the royal brother in the past, most of them, even the gatekeepers, showed contempt. Even though the clothes on one's body are made of silk. It was the fabric that Tham Chieu used money to type on the abacus, copy books, run shops to collect and buy them, then took advantage of the nights without reading or working, borrowing the moonlight, stitch by needle to sew it. But this place is Truong An. This is the place in front of the prime minister's door where third-grade mandarins also come and go, most of To Hang's brocade silk is brought here as tribute. Even a gatekeeper, after evaluating my outdated outfit from top to bottom, seemed impatient and said:

"My lord, not everyone we want to meet can be met."

Walking for a whole day, I saw that the sky was completely dark, but I still didn't have a place to stay. Occasionally there are a few people willing to go in and report, but then there's no word. I don't dare say I'm a princess. I just have to accept this outcome. Until the last rays of the afternoon light completely disappeared. I went to a hotel and rented a room. Crouching on a small bed covered with clothes, smelling the strange and pungent smell surrounding me, for the first time a feeling of confusion arose in my heart. In the past, when I was still a princess, I suffered a loss at the hands of my successor. But most of them are just secret plans and verbal battles. Later, when he fell into trouble, even though he lost his memory, the person he met again was still the same gentle Tham Chieu. He likes cleanliness, so even though I unconsciously retained some noble habits in my insanity, I could not find a single place in that house that was not clean. To treat my injury, he spent all his savings. For a long time, he did not sit at the dinner table with me. Until I accidentally discovered it, he gave me dry food, and I ate wild vegetables and raw grains. Seeing me standing at the kitchen door, his ears turned red, his mouth still firmly said:

"My stomach hasn't been feeling well lately, eating those things makes it hard to digest."

I didn't have the heart to expose his confusion, so I just bowed my head and replied somewhat shyly:

“There are some red rashes on my arms.”

He quickly walked over to take a look. From that day on, I no longer wear rough clothes. Dry food and meager vegetables, I stubbornly gave him half. As for fate. He had a handsome appearance and often helped people and neighbors, and no one expressed dissatisfaction. Taking me along, I've never heard a single word of criticism. Night fell thickly. As soon as I thought about him, doubt arose. Should we really go to Truong An? My disappearance doesn't seem to have caused any trouble. Someone has replaced me. Truong An is so large, no one comes looking for me. I hid in this small, ordinary inn, not daring to sleep even late at night. Because his appearance is so outstanding, he is alone. Not only did I receive scornful looks, but there were also those who used lustful looks, examining me time and time again. But when I think of Tham Chieu. I once again became steadfast. I once loved Co Lien Sinh, I fell in love It hurts, even though he never loved me. As for Tham Chieu, who cherished me like a precious treasure, there has never been a day that he did not travel and suffer for me. Even if it's just for him, I have to find the truth. It was very difficult to hold out until dawn. In the east, the sound of fireworks rang out. I suddenly woke up from a restless sleep. That's when I remembered, today is the anniversary of my mother's death. Since the coronation of the royal brother, every year on this day, the royal family and the royal family all loudly leave the palace and go to Nam Son to worship. I haven't been in the capital for three years. Thinking about my mother, my nose stings. I quickly put on my coat, washed my face and combed my hair, then ran downstairs. Outside was packed with people. People on both sides of the road stood close together, facing east and looking forward. That is the direction of the palace. I tried my best to squeeze in front, leading to a series of complaints, my face turning red, and finally I was able to stand at the front of the crowd.