Chapter 9 — The day he established me, I did not make a fuss, 17 days later, he searched the world looking for me

That red streak, like a red-hot iron bar, fiercely printed on Ta Than's eyes. All the anger, all the jealousy, all the unwillingness in him... In this moment, they all disappeared. Only overwhelming fear remained.

"Where are you? Quickly tell the doctor, doctor!"

He screamed, his voice distorted. He picked up the wobbly Du Van and walked quickly into the restaurant. The person in his heart felt light. As light as a feather. It seemed like just a gust of wind could blow her away. Her body was so hot it was scary. Forehead covered with cold sweat. She fell into a semi-conscious state, muttering unconsciously.

“Qingzhou… Qingzhou…”

She called, that was the man's name. Ta Than's arms hugged her, tightening little by little. His heart sank inch by inch. He placed her on the most luxurious bed in the restaurant. All the best doctors in Suzhou, within half an hour, were "invited" to come. A group of gray-haired old men, headed by an old royal physician who accompanied them on the trip to the South, all knelt beside the bed, with anxious expressions on their faces, one after another raising their hands to check Du Van's pulse. Ta Than stood next to him, holding his hands tightly. He stared at her bloodless face, not even daring to blink. He was afraid that if he blinked, she would disappear. The room was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard clearly. Only the heavy, increasingly rapid breathing of the old physician and the surrounding doctors remained. Time seemed to drag on endlessly. It wasn't until a long time later... The head old physician trembled and stood up, then knelt down in front of Ta Than. As soon as he opened his mouth, Ta Than interrupted him.

“How is she?”

His voice was as tense as a bowstring about to break. The old physician bowed his head lower.

“Your Majesty, Your Highness… is sick in your heart.”

"Congestion in the heart, qi and blood not flowing well, has long damaged the lung system."

"Plus... I had a severe cold in the past and my body was seriously damaged."

“Currently… it is a situation where the oil runs out and the lights go out.”

“If I have to endure more stimulation… I'm afraid…”

“I'm afraid that even fairies will be difficult to save.”

The oil runs out and the light turns off. Fairies are difficult to save... 't will also give up, it's difficult to change the dialogue. Each word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Ta Than in the chest. His eyes darkened and he staggered back a step, having to lean on the table behind him to steady himself. Disease in the mind. Xuan Ha once said it. Mistress is a disease in the mind. At that time, he just thought that it was a woman's excuse. Unexpectedly... it was true. It was he who, step by step, forced her to the point where the oil ran out and the light went out. He thought that setting up a queen was just a lesson, to make her obedient. But she didn't know, that great ceremony that day... took half of her life. He thought she left because she was angry and betrayed. But I don't know... she just wants to find a quiet place to quietly live the rest of her life. Even... that last bit of peace was destroyed by him. What did he do? He broke into her house, injured the only person she relied on, and then forcibly brought her - who was seriously ill - back. He pushed her to the end. Huge regret and pain, like a poisonous snake biting his heart. Making him live is worse than death. He roared at the doctors and doctors.

“Everyone… get out of here!”

"Go think of a way! No matter what method you use, no matter how precious the medicinal herbs are, it will work must use!”

“If she loses a strand of hair, I will bury all of you with her!”

The royal doctors and doctors seemed to be granted amnesty and crawled out. In the room, there were only him and her left. He walked over to the bed and slowly knelt down. He reached out, trembling, to touch her cold face. There was a choking sound in his voice.

“It was me who was wrong.”

“Wake up, hit me, scold me, whatever.”

“Please… don't leave me.”

He pressed her hand to his face. That hand was as cold as ice, without any warmth left. He used all his strength, wanting to transfer his temperature to her. But that hand is still cold. Like her heart. Forever... can't be warmed again. At that moment, there was a commotion outside the door. Vuong Duc rolled and ran in.

“Your Majesty, it's not over!”

“That… that scholar named Tham Thanh Chau, has rushed to the front gate of the restaurant!”

"He said he wanted to see his wife, otherwise... blood would splatter on the spot!"

Ta Than slowly raised his head. In his eyes, sadness and regret were immediately replaced by a layer of coldness. Tham Thanh Chau. It's him again. He stood up and adjusted his robe. The last look in her eyes glanced at Du Van on the bed, carrying stubbornness and madness that could not be dissipated.

“Van Van, wait for me.”

“After taking care of these flies, I will come back to you.”

He turned around and strode out. In front of the restaurant gate. Tham Thanh Chau wore a thin blue shirt, standing in the wind of the late autumn night. His forehead was still injured, his face was pale, but his back was still straight. Like a bamboo tree, it is better to break than bend. In his hand he held a short sword, placing it across his neck. The blade slashed through the flesh, oozing streaks of blood.