Chapter 9 — Poisonous Medicine Cup

“Are you satisfied?” She asked me. I stood in the hallway, not even holding an umbrella, just looking at her calmly. "Fine." She seemed to be crazy stimulated by my indifferent attitude, suddenly rushed towards me, crying and shouting that I was a disaster, that if I didn't return, the Su family would not collapse, nor would she fall into today's fate. I don't avoid it. Before she could touch me, the prisoner pinned her down. I lowered my eyes and looked at her, suddenly feeling extremely bored. Until now she still thinks it's all because of me. But if it weren't for her wanting to use me to prevent disaster first, if it weren't for her and the To family being too greedy, she could have continued peacefully as Miss To family. People always like to push mistakes onto others. Living like that will be easier. I turned around to leave, but she suddenly shouted behind me: "Do you think King Tinh will truly treat you? Someone like you, who would love you!" My steps stopped. Then I laughed. "That's not your turn to worry." Where will she go from now on, I won't ask anymore. Some people say she died in exile, some say she was sold to the lowest brothel in a border city. Real or fake, it doesn't matter. In the past, her biggest fear was losing face. Now no one in this world remembers that bit of her dignity. A month later, the Emperor died. The decree passed the throne to King Tinh. There were people in the court who were not convinced, but the Crown Prince's faction collapsed, and the Queen's mother clan was also uprooted. The remaining people, no matter how unwilling they were, could only kneel down and chant long live. On the day the new emperor ascended the throne, the sky was extremely clear. I stood on the high step, looking at the civil and military mandarins kneeling below, suddenly remembering what my master said many years ago, when he put a Buddha necklace on my wrist. He said, Nhan Thu, someone like you will sooner or later cause a huge disaster. The speaker is not wrong. I really did cause it. But so what? I tilted my head to look at the person next to me. Now that he has become an emperor, his eyebrows and eyes are even colder, deeper and more unfathomable. But after the low tide, he will still sit under the lamplight, helping me re-string the broken Buddha necklace. Seeing me looking at him, he lowered his voice and asked: "What are you thinking?" I reached out my hand and let him put the Buddha necklace back on my wrist. "Thinking about my master." "Thinking about you about what?" I smiled. "Thinking that if you knew that I was not a good person as you told me, but on the contrary, there was still a way to become the Queen, perhaps you would be so angry that you would crawl out of the grave." King Tinh, who should now be called the new emperor, rarely curled the corners of his lips. "Then just let you crawl." I couldn't help but laugh. The wind blew across the high platform, causing the wide sleeves to flutter, and also causing the Buddha necklace to gently hit the wrist bone, making a very soft sound. Just like many years ago, when it was first worn on my wrist. I lowered my head and took a look, suddenly feeling that in this world, there are some broken things that can still be reconnected, and there are some people who, even after death, can claim justice. As for the things called good and evil, compassion, rules... I have never cared about them. I just know, whoever owes me, I will make that person pay. Bodhisattvas cannot save sentient beings. But Pluto can.