Chapter 4 — The Crown Prince just got married, King Tinh is already waiting outside my room

He turned to look at me, his tone softened a bit.

“Tri Vi, are you… are you okay these days?”

I slightly curled my lips, revealing a cold, ironic smile.

"Don't dare to bother His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

To Nguyet Nhu saw Tieu Duc's soft attitude, a hint of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, so he took a step forward, pretending to care.

"Sister Shen, I know you have resentment in your heart, but love affairs cannot be forced. Your Highness and you are reluctant to divorce. You have to be entangled endlessly, even... even spreading rumors outside, damaging Your Highness's reputation."

I was so angry that my whole body was shaking, and I was about to open my mouth to refute, when suddenly a lazy voice filled with pressure and coldness came from behind.

"You don't know, since when did His Royal Highness the Crown Prince become so popular? Even the woman who was divorced had to suffer endlessly."

After speaking, he extremely naturally reached out and gently grabbed my wrist. His hand was warm and strong, carrying a kind of pressure that could not be refused. I instinctively wanted to pull away, but he held me tighter. He pulled me away, in front of the Crown Prince and To Nguyet Nhu, as calmly as a deserted place. As he passed by the Crown Prince, his steps slowed down slightly. He tilted his head and spoke coldly in a voice that only the three of us could hear clearly.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, the four words 'virtue has flaws' on the decree of divorce, in the end, should be placed on whose head, you must be very clear in your heart."

“Don't let me hear any defamatory words about Miss Tham, otherwise…”

He chuckled softly, that unfinished sentence carried a heavy threat, causing the Crown Prince's entire body to instantly tense up. I was half-forced, half-pulled by Tieu Dien to leave that stuffy peach forest. His hand was still tightly locked around my wrist, the warmth transmitted through the thin sleeve, so hot that it made my heart go crazy. During the whole journey, no one said a word. It wasn't until he got down the mountain that he stopped in front of his carriage. At this point, he let go and signaled me to get in the car.

“There's no need, Your Majesty, the goddess's carriage is over there.”

I lowered my eyes, avoiding his too sharp gaze.

“Is that a tattered carriage there?”

He raised his eyebrows, his voice not allowing for rebuttal. In the end, I still sat in the spacious and luxurious carriage, symbolizing his royal status. The car exuded the same cold pine scent as his body, the atmosphere was so heavy that I could barely breathe.

“Today… thank you, King, for helping to relieve the siege.”

I lowered my voice to say thank you, but inside my heart was a mess.

“It's just convenient.”

He leaned his back against the soft cushion, closed his eyes, and spoke indifferently.

“There's no need to be sentimental.”

That one sentence immediately stopped all lingering thoughts of scrutiny in my heart. I pursed my lips tightly, turned my head to look out the window, letting the street scene pass quickly before my eyes. Is it really just a convenience? Because the Crown Prince is an eyesore, it is convenient for me to help relieve the siege. So what about the previous rumors and the hidden support from the royal court? The carriage stopped in front of the side door of Tran Bac Hau palace. I stood up and was about to get out of the car when he suddenly opened his mouth. His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached my ears.

“Three more days, in the palace The Queen will hold a banquet to reward the lotus, and the invitation will be given to her."

I turned my head back in shock. I was rejected by the Crown Prince and soon became the laughing stock of the capital. How could the Queen still send me an invitation? He opened his eyes, his black pupils as deep as an abyss, carrying a certainty as if he controlled the whole situation.

"Don't you want to see how disappointed those people who are waiting for you to collapse will show their faces?"

My heart suddenly beat loudly. Returning to the palace, sure enough, in less than an hour, the invitation from the Queen's palace was delivered to me. Looking at that gilded card, my heart is full of chaos. Tieu Dien, can he really influence the Queen's will? Bich Ngoc was both worried and excited.

"Miss, are you going? When that time comes, the Crown Prince and To Nguyet Nhu will definitely be there."

I tightly grasped that fragile card that weighed a thousand pounds, before my eyes flashed Tieu Dien's bottomless eyes, then the faces of the Crown Prince and To Nguyet Nhu in the peach forest that day appeared. Go, why don't you go? If you hide at home, will the rumors stop? Will the humiliation suddenly disappear? Tieu Dien is right, I can't let those people see me become a laughing stock. Three days later, I carefully put on my makeup, put on a cloudy dress embroidered with hundreds of flowers and a light blue metallic border, not too ostentatious, not at all revealing my decline, and then sat in a carriage to enter the palace.