Chapter 6 — Reincarnation Protects the Lover

Early the next morning, I went to the Truc Auditorium. A ghost stepped out to block my way.

“You know me?”

I stopped and assessed her.

“know… Don't know, don't know, know…”

Ma ma's speech was confused, her face was red.

"I heard people in the palace say that the princess has a beautiful appearance and noble temperament. You can recognize it with just one look..."

I looked at the murderer who killed me, his face did not change.

“That's enough.”

I interrupted her flattery.

“Where is that baby?”

The mother's face changed slightly, she instinctively looked into the yard, and stammered:

"Young master... is reading a book inside..."

“Young master?”

I repeat those three words.

"Calling is very convenient. Who taught you?"

Mo ma's forehead started to sweat, her voice became lower and lower:

"It's... It's the duke's advice, saying that in the future, the child's clothing and activities must follow the rules of the young master in the palace..."

“So what?”

I lifted my feet and walked into the hospital. Mom panicked and followed, saying as she walked:

"Your highness, the young master has just arrived. This place is a stranger to a strange land, so I'm a little afraid of you. If you have something to say, it's best to let the slave inform you first..."

I didn't pay attention to her and directly pushed open the main door of the room. A boy who looked about six or seven years old was sitting in front of a library by the window, holding a book in his hand. Hearing the door open, he was startled and quickly turned around. It has a delicate appearance, white skin, and resembles its mother to some extent. The moment it saw me, its eyes wavered slightly, then quickly put down the book, stood up, and bowed formally:

“pay your respects to your mother.”

Mother. I stood outside the door, looking down at it from above. In the dream, under the tolerance of Zhao Xing and Qin Mong Dao, he treated him like a maid and ordered him to bring tea and pour water, and spread the bed and fold the blankets. If it is slightly dissatisfied, it will destroy things and scold others. One time, he accidentally broke one of his tea cups, and he picked up the cup and threw it, breaking his forehead. Until now, I still clearly remember the look of him with a bloody face, trying not to cry.

“What do you call me?”

I asked slowly. The male comedian was stunned and cautiously repeated:

“mother… Mother.”

"Who taught you to call me that?"

I entered the room and stood in front of it. The boy's eyes glanced around and obediently replied:

“It was my father who taught me.”

“Father said that in the future she will be your mother, you must be filial to her and listen to her words.”

“Did your father say anything else?”

“Father still said…”

The comedian hesitated for a moment.

"He also said that his mother had no sons under her pillow, and told him to study hard and read books. When he grows up, he must respect his mother and take care of her old age."

I burst out laughing.

“A child like you is really not bad.”

"There are few people in the palace, there are even less children your age. I wonder if you have any brothers or sisters, so why don't you come here with me?"

The boy's eyes lit up:

“I have a billion!”

Three days later, people were sent to welcome Tan Mong Dao's daughter into the palace. At that time, Tan Minh Lac had not changed his surname yet. He knelt in front of me and said with a trembling voice:

“paying my respects… Paying my respects to the princess.”

“Throw these two children into the water.”

I said.

"If they survive, then raise them well. The two ghosts next to them, beat them to death with sticks."

Chu immediately followed suit. Originally I was still worried I can't find peace, I can't avenge my daughter. I didn't expect Zhao Hanh's little son to be so naive. Then I won't be polite anymore.

“You lied to me!”

The boy screamed sadly.

“The soldier does not care about lies.”

I smiled and replied. I did not allow anyone to throw the bodies of the two children into the cemetery but sent someone to bury them properly. After all, they are also children of millions of actions. That evening, I visited the millionaire. He lay on the bed, his knees wrapped in a thick white cloth. Blood seeped through the fabric, staining a large patch of the blanket red. Doctor Ton indeed "did his best". The wound was treated very well, was not infected, and was not life-threatening. But the knee bone was completely destroyed by the fragment. Even if the wound closed, he would not be able to stand up for the rest of his life. Seeing me, his eyes were mixed with fear and hatred. His lips trembled for a long time before he could squeeze out a sentence:

"You... You still dare to come see me?"

"Why don't I dare?"

I sat down in the chair next to the bed, leisurely looking at him.

"This is my house, you are my husband. What's wrong with me coming to visit you?"

"She killed the dream knife!"

His voice was hoarse and sharp like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"You killed her in front of so many people! Lieu despised her, she will not die properly!"

“Whether or not I will be able to die properly or not, I don't know.”

I said leisurely.

"But I know your dream is dead."

“completely dead, even the whole body is gone.”

"People in the palace threw her into the cemetery outside the city. At this time, most of her food was probably eaten by wild dogs."

Trieu Hanh let out a miserable scream, struggling to sit up. But his legs completely lost strength, his whole body rolled off the bed, falling heavily to the ground. The wound in his knee hit the floor, causing him so much pain that he let out a scream and convulsed into a ball. I sat on the chair without moving, bowed my head and looked at him rolling in pain under my feet, my heart not wavering at all.

"That's right, I came today to tell you something."

I bent down, close to his face full of cold sweat.

“I have picked up your daughter.”

"He's currently in the palace. I'll have someone arrange a hospital for him, right next to yours."

In the grave, two yards away from my brother's monastery. I want him to see with his own eyes how well my brother lives in this life. Trieu Hanh stopped struggling for a moment. He raised his head to look at me, his bloodshot eyes flashing with fear:

“You... What do you want to do with it?”

Not worthy of being my husband. Truly understand me.

“Do what?”

I burst out laughing.

"It is the bloodline of the million family, of course I will take good care of it."

"Don't worry, I won't touch a finger of it."

"Not only did I not touch him, I also let him and my brother be sisters, let him read books, become literate, eat well and wear warm clothes."

Drink water until your stomach is full and you die, of course you are full. Once dead, of course it won't be cold anymore.