Chapter 2 — She pretended to be pitiful, she pretended to be innocent

“With just this weak body of mine, how can I push her away?”

Tieu Canh Hanh's eyes glanced at me. Then stopped on Lieu Nhu Yen. A moment later, he suddenly frowned.

“What's wrong with her forehead?”

Only then did I remember that the back of my head was still bleeding. Just touch it with your hand. The palm of my hand immediately turned red.

“Just now someone pushed me from behind.”

“Head hit fake paint.”

As soon as the words ended, all around was immediately silent. Even the sound of the wind seemed to stop blowing. Lieu Nhu Yen's face turned pale in an instant. Perhaps even she herself didn't expect... The original owner had only known how to endure, but today she dared to open her mouth to fight back. She originally thought that if she just cried a few words, everything would be like before, gently blaming it all on me. Even more unexpected, this time I did not endure it anymore, but directly exposed that farce in front of everyone.

“King Gia Minh Giam!”

The blue-shirted maid suddenly knelt to the ground.

"It's because the princess can't stand on her own..."

“What is your name?”

I coldly interrupted. The maid paused for a moment.

“The slave... the slave's name is Thuy Lieu.”

“Thuy Lieu?”

I curled my lips slightly and slowly squatted down in front of her.

“You stand behind me on my right, three meters away.”

"At such a distance, you can still clearly see that I can't stand on my own?"

Or... can your eyes see through everything?” Thuy Lieu immediately became speechless, her face turned pale, her mouth opened and closed again, unable to utter a word for half a day. At that moment, Tieu Canh Hanh suddenly raised his hand.

“Everyone back down.”

He turned to the butler.

“Butler Ly, go invite the doctor.”

Pausing for a moment, he leisurely added:

“Come to see how the princess is injured.”

Lieu Nhu Yen immediately changed her expression and raised her head in disbelief.

“King!”

“So what about my concubine…”

“You should also go back and change your clothes.”

Tieu Canh Hanh's voice was still as calm as water.

"It's cold, don't let the wind get cold."

Looking at Lieu Nhu Yen's face that was momentarily distorted and then trying to pretend to be weak, I almost couldn't help but laugh. Waiting for everyone to retreat one by one, I discovered that Tieu Canh Hanh was still standing in the same place.

“Is there anything else the king has to do?”

I put my hand behind my head, the pain was so much that I frowned. He suddenly took a step forward. I instinctively wanted to step back, but his wrist was grabbed. Long, slender fingers gently brushed back a strand of hair falling from my forehead. The tip of his finger was stained with dark red blood, so he gently rubbed it.

“Really hit?”

“What if?”

I was in so much pain that I took a cold breath.

“Or does the King also think that I am acting?”

Tieu Canh Hanh looked at me for a long time. His eyes were so deep that it was difficult for others to guess his thoughts. After a while, he slowly opened his mouth:

“Today she talks more than usual.”

My heart tightened slightly. The original owner was quiet and quiet all year round. But today, I really revealed too much. I was still thinking about how to respond when I heard him continue:

“But that... is also very good.”

Having finished speaking, he turned and left. Leaving me alone standing in the middle of the field, momentarily not knowing how to react. The doctor looked at the injury and prescribed medicine. Xuan Dao applied medicine to me while his eyes turned red.

“Young lady finally resisted.”

“Lieu Trac Phi is really too much.”

“Last time, I accused someone of breaking the jade rewarded by the Royal Family."

“Last time, blaming someone for putting insects in her tea…”

I lay on my stomach on a soft pillow, listening to Xuan Dao tell old stories, my heart became more and more burning. Lieu Nhu Yen is truly a genuine white lotus flower. She has almost practiced the fighting tricks in the backyard to the point of being in a trance.

“Xuan Dao.”

“This is my slave.”

“Go and inquire for me.”

“What has Lieu Nhu Yen been planning lately?”

Xuan Dao looked at me worriedly.

“What do you intend to do, young lady?”

I smiled.

“Of course we will support her to the end.”

Three days later. The royal palace held a party to reward chrysanthemums in the garden. I deliberately chose an elegant moon-white dress. Xuan Dao doesn't understand.

“Miss, is this color too light?”

“It's suitable because it's light.”

I sat in front of the bronze mirror, gently wiping off my lipstick.

“Someone wants to be a rose today.”

“Then we can make green leaves.”

As soon as she entered the flower garden, she saw Lieu Nhu Yen wearing a brilliant red cardigan, standing in the middle of a sea of yellow chrysanthemums, standing out extremely well. As soon as she saw me, she smiled and approached.

“Sister has finally arrived.”

“The royal family also mentioned you earlier.”