Chapter 4 — Pho Ma ran towards Thanh Mai, and I left Truong An

Finally, amidst a series of soft whispers, a carriage painted red on all sides, with a moon-white hood and jewels hanging all around, slowly approached. With just one glance, I realized whose car it was. I immediately raised my voice and called out to my brother. But right after that, a roar like a mountain collapsing and waves drowned out my voice. Hundreds of people simultaneously knelt down and shouted long live. In the midst of the already crowded shoulder to shoulder distance, our knees are also forced to bend. Until the carriage gradually went away. The person sitting in the car never noticed me kneeling on the ground. Wait until the crowd of spectators gradually disperses into the streets. I picked up my dress, carried my luggage, and desperately chased ahead. Separated by each layer of military, the carriage always kept a sufficient distance, neither far nor near, but had absolutely no intention of stopping. I ran and shed tears. I also want to pay homage to my mother. I haven't been able to see your tomb again for three years. I can't eat well and can't sleep well. When his throat was bitten by the wind and felt as if it were being cut by a knife, one person finally stepped out from among the group. That person on horseback turned around and walked towards me step by step. I was exhausted and collapsed in the middle of the road. Until a hesitant voice rang out right above my head:

“…Chieu Duong?”

I suddenly raised my head. Eyes met. Is the commander of the forbidden army who grew up with me since childhood, and was also a young general in the past. He looked at me, his eyes gradually turning red, tears threatening to flow. Finally, I let down all my defenses, my eyes turned black, and I fainted just as he got off his horse. In my fitful sleep, I seemed to return to the old days, when my royal brother and I still relied on each other. At that time, my brother's body was weak, he was constantly sick, he was always insecure in his heart, he often hid behind my back, watching me fiercely confront my successor for his sake, not even giving up even half a step. I'm scared too. But you are my senior. The one who, since he was in diapers, has grown up with me. Late in the quiet nights, you hugged your pillow and secretly came to my palace, crying and saying:

"Today I heard the Grand Deputy discussing with others, saying that my body is not good, my destiny is weak, and I'm afraid I can't take on the position of military commander."

I was so angry that I put on my coat that night and knelt in front of the palace gate where my father left the queen to rest. The voice was childish and immature, only asking for the father to take charge. His father's eyes darkened, and in the end he still complied with my wishes. My father has always tolerated me. It's not just because I'm the only princess. But also because I'm just a princess. Even if you are pampered a little more, it won't affect the overall situation. During those years, I took advantage of that advantage, accepted the risk of being hated by my father, and secretly helped my brother attract courtiers and compete for power. Finally, I found a famous doctor and cured your serious illness. Even though he encountered hidden plots many times, he was able to avoid danger and survive carefully. You successfully ascended the throne, with just one shout, hundreds of people responded, no one dared to discuss the matter of us brothers and sisters anymore. I finally no longer have the secret guard with me anymore. But in a semi-conscious state. The voice that used to cry and lament to me in the past suddenly became calm, mature, and low-pitched rang out the door:

“I absolutely did not mean it.”

Opposite was Yen So's familiar voice, trying to suppress her anger.

"Having come to this point, how else do you want to treat the princess? Isn't it intentional to give the princess a kiss to Co Lien Sinh of a fallen family? Isn't it intentional to let Co Lien Sinh get married for five years, always going in and out with other women? Isn't it intentional right at the time of the wedding to try to push me out of the capital?"

That voice suddenly rang out loudly, carrying an anger that could not be suppressed.

"Then tell me, Your Majesty, sending someone to assassinate the princess was intentional or not?"

There was an eerie silence outside the door. The Emperor is not angry. Don't speak up. No crime.