Chapter 7 — Reborn and Surprised the Regent King

"The royal sister-in-law! The sister-in-law has finally arrived! The royal uncle..."

I don't pay attention to him. Rush straight into the temple. The strong smell of blood immediately hit me. Phong Quyet lies on the bed. His face was as white as paper. There was not a trace of blood left on his lips. His chest was wrapped in thick bandages. Fresh blood continued to seep out. Several royal doctors surrounded the bed. Everyone was helpless. My heart at that moment was so painful that it felt like it was about to be torn apart. I don't know how I got to the bed. I slowly reached out my hand. Want to touch his face. But I don't dare. I'm afraid he will just disappear like that.

“Phong Quyet...”

I knelt next to the bed. The voice trembled so much that it no longer had any form.

“Please wake up…”

“Look at me…”

He didn't have any reaction.

“Didn't you say I was yours?”

I held his hand tightly. Tears could not be controlled and continued to fall.

“Your people are here now…”

“How could you... how could you just leave me like that?”

“Didn't you tell me to stay calm and stay calm?”

“We all heard what you said…”

“Can you wake up?”

I speak confusedly. Tears blurred all vision. We didn't know until now. It turns out that this man has occupied such an important position in my heart. I've always thought that. Between us is just a transaction. I've always thought that. For him. I can only take advantage. But right now, looking at him lying there lifeless. I just know. I was wrong. Since when? I fell in love with him.

“Your Majesty, please endure your sorrow.”

A royal doctor standing next to him spoke carefully. I suddenly turned around. Scream at him.

“All of you get out of here!”

“Who said he was dead?”

“He's not dead!”

“He won't die!”

The doctors were so scared by me that they didn't dare say another word. Back out one by one. In electric impregnation. Only me and him left. I collapsed next to his bed. Cry until your heart is broken. Tears of both lives. It seems like everyone cried dry today. I don't know how long I cried. I just feel my body getting colder. Consciousness also gradually becomes vague. Right when we were about to not be able to hold on anymore. I suddenly felt the hand I was holding... It seemed to move a little. I suddenly raised my head. Seeing Phong Quyet's eyelashes tremble slightly. He slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were still slightly disintegrated. But still accurately found me in the space in front of me.

“What are you crying for…”

He opened his mouth. The voice was so weak that it sounded like a breeze.

“So ugly....”

I was stunned. Right after that. Huge joy immediately engulfed my entire being.

“You're awake!”

“You're finally awake!”

I rushed to hug him. Crying and laughing at the same time. He was injured by me pressing on him. Softly groaned in pain. I quickly sat up. He frantically wiped the tears from his face.

“Sorry…”

“Sorry…”

“I didn't mean to…”

He looked at me. In those dark eyes, my struggling figure was reflected. He raised his hand. Using all my remaining strength, I wiped away the tears at the corner of my eyes.

“Tham Nguyet Tri.”

“This king is not dead yet.”

“She cried what to mourn?

I look at him. Laughing between tears. He's not dead yet. My Phong Quyet. How could it be possible to die so easily? Phong Quyet woke up. But his injury was very serious and he needed to stay in the palace to recuperate for a while. Therefore, I also stayed in the palace, day and night, not leaving even a single step to take care of him. I personally prepared the medicine for him. Personally gave him mouthfuls of medicine to drink. I personally washed his body and changed him into clean clothes. Every day I stay by his side and talk to him, telling him interesting stories from my childhood. Most of the time, he just quietly listened. Occasionally the corners of the lips curl up slightly, revealing a smile so pale it's almost unrecognizable. The relationship between us gradually became closer. One day, after giving him medicine, I was preparing to clean up the bowl and chopsticks when he suddenly grabbed my hand.

“Nguyet Tri.”

He called my name.