Chapter 8 — Royal Regret

Tieu Nghien pursed his lips. "I will learn." I patted his head. Its hair is very soft and its body is tense and straight. I sent Xuan Dao to invite the best initiation master in the capital. By evening, the news reached the front hospital. Tieu Thua Canh sent someone to spread the word, saying that the young master of the Vuong Palace had his own decision to make. People came and stood outside the gate of the hospital, unable to even pass through the door. I only replied with one sentence. "If the King wants to teach you, first learn to be a father." The other person was so scared that he did not dare to stay long. Xuan Dao closed the small window and laughed until her shoulders shook. And I don't laugh. Because I know Tieu Thua Canh will not let go that easily. It's one thing that he doesn't need Tieu Nghien. But if Tieu Nghien really has a future in the future, he wants to hold this child back in the palm of his hand. Men's infidelity and greed are often the same thing. At night, Tieu Nghien developed a fever. Wearing clothes at midnight, changing clothes twice. I sat by the bed and used a warm towel to wipe his hands. He was so feverish that he was unconscious but still held my shirt tightly. He said in a low voice: "Mother, don't take me back to the temple." My heart felt like it was stabbed by a small needle. "It won't." "But you're sick." "If you're sick, you can cure it." "What if you can't cure it?" I bent down to look at it. "Then I'll stay by your side, slowly cure it." Finally, it calmed down. The wind outside the window is very cold. I heard from afar the sound of intermittent crying in Lieu Nhu Mi hospital. Previously, that cry could keep me awake all night. Now it's just noise. I covered the corner of the blanket for Tieu Nghien. From now on, in this Royal Palace, I will not shed a single tear for a man anymore. We have to raise this child that no one needs to become a person that they won't be able to reach even if they want to climb high in the future.08Tieu Nghien was sick for three days. On the morning of the fourth day, his fever subsided. The first question he asked was if Mr. I held the bowl of medicine and sat next to the bed. "You drink the medicine first." He looked at the black bowl of medicine and frowned slightly. But he didn't say anything, took it and drank it in one gulp. Xuan Dao stood next to him and looked heartbroken. "Little master, drink slowly." Tieu Nghien handed the empty bowl back. "It's better to be bitter for a while than to let the illness linger." I smiled. "Who taught you this?" He said: "The old monk in the temple." "He said there is a lot of suffering in human life, fear is useless, swallowing it will take less effort." Xuan Dao's eyes turned red when he heard it. And I don't comfort it. There are children who don't need pity. What it needs is a road. In the afternoon, the master arrived. Mr. Co, whose last name was Co, used to work as a teacher's assistant in Quoc Tu Giam. Later, because of his straightforward personality, he offended the nobles and resigned from the mandarin to return home to teach students. When inviting him, I prepared the post-ceremony and also personally wrote the greeting card. After Mr. Co entered the hospital, he first looked at Tieu Nghien. Tieu Nghien got out of bed to bow, his body still a bit wobbly but not rude. Mr. Co asked him, "What do you want to learn?" Tieu Nghien replied: "Learn the ability to protect your mother." Mr. Co's eyebrows moved slightly. "If you want to protect others, you must first protect yourself." Tieu Nghien nodded. "The students understand." At this time, Mr. Co looked at me. "Wang, I can teach." "But you have to say difficult words first. I teach students, I have never been lenient because of my status." I said: "Mr. Co, please teach strictly." Tieu Nghien also bowed. "Students can handle it." The day Mr. Co stayed, the front yard couldn't sit still. Tieu Thua Canh personally arrived outside Hanh Vu courtyard. He was still standing outside the door. The brass lock hanging on the gate looked like a joke he had set up himself. He looked at me in the door, his voice lowered very low. "Tham Lenh Nghi, you invited Co Hoai An to the palace, why didn't you discuss it with the king first?" I stood in the hallway. "The king discussed it in detail.

When did you talk to me about Lieu Vien's expenses?" His face darkened. "Tieu Nghien is the heir of Doan Vuong Palace, not your own son." I looked at him. "Yesterday, the Prince did not want to accept him." "Today I remembered that he is the heir." Tieu Thua Canh said coldly: "This king does not want you to use him to cause trouble." I laughed. "Is it called causing trouble when he reads a book?" "Or is the prince afraid that he studies too well and will later make people see people in the past who had no eyes?" His eyes sharpened. "Tham Lenh Nghi, you are becoming more and more different from before." I nodded. "That's a good thing." He was silent for a moment and then suddenly softened his voice. "If you still complain about the wedding night, this prince can make it up to you." I looked at him, almost thinking I heard him. wrong. Three years of coldness, the whole government humiliated him, but he wanted to use one sentence to make up for it all. Men in the world always consider a woman's wound as a step waiting for him to give alms. I asked: "How do you plan to make up for it?" Tieu Thua Canh saw me speak up and thought there was a way around. His expression softened a bit. "This king can come to your hospital for one day every month." Xuan Dao stood behind me and took a deep breath. And I burst out laughing. Tieu Thua Canh's face immediately became ugly. "What are you smiling about?"