Chapter 5 — Reincarnation Protects the Lover

I walked to your side. From the beginning, the little girl was hugged by her mother, covering her eyes and covering her ears, but still vaguely heard a few movements. The child raised her head to look at me.

“Are you scared?”

I squatted down and held her in my arms. He shook his head in my chest, sadly asking:

"Mother, did you do something wrong?"

I'm not surprised because she's smart. I'm just surprised because he doesn't seem to consider Zhao Hanh as his biological father. However, on the outside it still looks very good.

“That's right.”

I don't hide it from her.

"He did something wrong, so he must be punished."

"So... the maid was beaten to death..."

"She's a bad person."

I stroke your hair.

"She wants to bully you, mother won't allow it."

He suddenly wrapped his arms around my neck, burying his small face in the crook of my neck, mumbling:

“mother is the best.”

My eye sockets heated up, I almost couldn't control it. In the dream, before he died, he lay on the ground, more and more blood flowing out of his body. The pain made her whole body convulse, but her mouth kept calling:

"Mother save me, mother save me..."

I hugged him tighter and said softly:

“Brother, mother, I promise you, from now on no one will bully you again.”

“Whoever bullies you, mother will kill that person.”

“Is it okay to kill a lot of people?”

A he asked innocently.

“Okay.”

I said.

"My mother has killed many people at the border, and doesn't mind killing a few more."

Outside the door came the sound of footsteps and a deep voice rang out:

“Your Majesty, the royal physician has arrived.”

“Let him in.”

The royal physician's name is Ton, and he has been at the imperial hospital for many years and has had an affair with me. He carried the medicine box and walked in, bowed to me, his expression a bit nervous. Obviously he had heard about it during the day. At this moment, facing me, I don't even dare to breathe loudly.

“Your Majesty, there is no need to be nervous.”

I put down the books and smiled at him.

"I invited the royal physician here because I wanted to ask him to treat the wound on my husband's knee."

The physician Ton breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said:

"Your highness can rest assured, the officials will definitely do their best. The injury to the duke's country..."

“I want his legs to never heal for the rest of his life.”

I interrupted him, my tone calm. The doctor's smile stiffened on his face. The medicine box in his hand almost fell to the ground. His lips trembled for a long time before he opened his mouth with difficulty:

“Your Highness… Your Highness, this…”

“Your Majesty.”

I stood up and walked in front of him.

“He has been at the royal hospital for twenty years, treating countless noble people.”

"You must understand, there are words that are allowed to be said, and words that are not allowed to be said."

"There are things that are allowed to be done, there are also things that... cannot be done."

I pulled a check out of my sleeve and stuffed it into your medicine box. Doctor Sun bowed his head and looked at the number on the check. His expression changed several times. Finally, he took a deep breath, bent down and said:

“I understand.”

"The wound on the Duke's knee is very deep, has damaged his tendons and bones. Even if he uses the best medicine, I'm afraid... It will be difficult to recover."

"Your Majesty's medical skills are excellent, of course what you said is correct."

I smiled.

“Go away.”

The royal physician wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the medicine box and retreated out. When passing by the garden, I vaguely heard the laughter of Mr a male comedian. I called the butler over. As soon as the housekeeper saw me, he immediately knelt down, sweat pouring down like rain. I have no intention of making things difficult for him. After all, he is just a servant, everything is done according to his master's orders.

“There has been an additional person in the palace recently, right?”

The housekeeper was stunned, then immediately reacted:

"The lord is talking... That boy?"

“baby boy?”

I raised my eyebrows.

“What baby boy?”

"The duke of the country a few days ago adopted a boy from the clan's concubine as an heir, saying... He wanted to raise him in the name of the duke."

"That child is six years old and was just brought into the palace this morning. He is currently living in the auditorium."

I burst out laughing. In the dream this did not happen. But after I killed Tan Mong Dao, Zhao Hanh must have panicked, or perhaps he couldn't wait any longer and wanted to eliminate me as soon as possible to make room for his own children. If I remember correctly, that boy's name is Trieu Thua Trach. He is the son of Qin Mong Dao, also the biological son of Zhao Hanh. The ghost next to him is one of the murderers who killed me. Another mother is next to Tan Minh Lac. Two people, inside and out, coordinated to poison me. Oh Trieu Hanh, Oh Trieu Hanh, heaven has a way you can't go! Hell has no doors, but you still want to rush in!

“I know.”

I waved my hand.

"You just go do your job, I'll handle this myself."

The butler retreated. I closed my eyes and the scene in my dream appeared in my mind. Trieu Minh Lac wore his brother's clothes, his brother's jewelry, stood in his brother's bedroom, arrogantly ordering the maid to pack things. Ah brother was sent to live in a remote courtyard, with only one maid left next to him. That maid also betrayed her. Not only did it feed him rotten rice, it also let an old and ugly servant into his room. I watched everything, but there was no way to stop it. Because at that time, I was dead. A dead biological mother is not as good as a living straw. I open my eyes. This time, I won't die. Those who deserve to die, no one can escape.