Chapter 8 — The Disabled Crown Prince scolded me for not knowing how to be honest

The capital began to be busy day and night. The royal palace from the palace gate to the main hall is covered with red carpets, lanterns hang for ten miles, and red silk covers the eaves. The Qin family from Mac Bac also brought people into the capital, chest after chest of bride gifts were carried through the long street, not the dowry of the daughter anymore, but the gift the Emperor personally prepared to welcome the Queen back to the palace. On the big wedding day, Tan Ngoc sat in front of the bronze mirror, looking at the crimson robe in front of him, saying nothing for a long time. This set of robes was sewn by Ha Lam for half a year, each needle and thread was embroidered with gold thread of a phoenix flying its wings. The tail of the shirt stretched out on the ground like the bright red afternoon light of Mac Bac that year. Linh Nhi stood behind her, brushing her hair and blushing.

“Miss, the day is finally here.”

Tan Ngoc looked at herself in the mirror and smiled softly.

"What are you crying for? I haven't cried yet."

The words were gentle, but when she saw the phoenix brooch placed in the brocade box, the corners of her eyes were still a little teary. That year, she also prepared a beautiful wedding ceremony. She once thought that even if Ha Lam did not love her, as long as the two of them walked through the East Palace gate together, she could still slowly protect him, slowly wait for him to understand her feelings. But that night, waiting for her was not her husband, but a rooster thrown into the middle of the hall. Thinking of this, a eunuch's voice suddenly rang out outside the door:

“Your Majesty has come to welcome the Queen!”

Tan Ngoc raised his head. Ha Lam wore a dark red dress, did not wear the imperial crown, only used a jade crown to tie her hair, step by step like a young man in the past from the Mac Bac wind and snow to step in front of her. He stopped in front of the door, did not immediately enter, but bowed deeply.

“Tan Ngoc, Ha Lam came to pick you up.”

The room suddenly became quiet. Tan Ngoc stood up and walked step by step in front of him. She looked at the man in front of her, deliberately smiled and asked:

“Your Majesty, aren't you afraid that people will laugh?”

Ha Lam looked at her, his eyes so gentle that people did not dare to look at her for a long time.

“That year, people laughed at her.”

“Let people laugh today.”

Tan Ngoc was stunned, the smile at the corner of his lips gradually faded, leaving only red eyes. She thought she no longer cared about the past, but when that person really put all his dignity down in front of her, she realized that the wound from that year had never disappeared, she had just hidden it too deeply. Ha Lam extended his hand towards her. This time, she did not have to pull down her veil herself, she did not have to face the ridicule of the entire capital alone, and she did not have to stand in front of a cold rooster to complete the ceremony. This time, he personally held her hand, walked with her through the red royal road, through the eyes of civil and military officials, through all the ridicule that had been placed on her shoulders that year. Three bows completed. The royal bell rang throughout the royal citadel. Ha Lam held her hand tightly and said in a low voice:

“Ah Ngoc, this time you are truly my wife.”

Tan Ngoc tilted her head to look at him.

“Maybe it wasn't like that before?”

Ha Lam immediately choked up, then lowered his eyes and smiled bitterly.

“Before, I was not worthy.”

At night, Can Ninh palace is lit with red candles. On the table were two matching cups of wine, the gentle aroma of wine spreading in the air. Tan Ngoc looked at the cup of wine in front of him and suddenly remembered that wedding night, the cup of wine was thrown by Ha Lam fall to the ground. At that time, she drank alone and told herself that it was okay. But how can it really be okay? Ha Lam raised the wine cup with his own hand and brought it to her, his voice carrying a very light smile:

“No chicken this time.”

Tan Ngoc looked at him for a long time, then finally burst out laughing, but he laughed until his eyes turned red. She took the cup of wine and gave it to him to drink. The wine hits the throat, lightly spicy but deeply sweet. Ha Lam put down the cup, slowly hugged her, his voice hoarse:

“Ah Ngoc, from now on, I will not let you stand alone in the middle of rumors anymore.”

Tan Ngoc leaned against his chest, heard his heart beating steadily, and after a while, she softly replied: Outside the window, pear flowers were falling like snow. But this time, she finally had a wedding night that truly belonged to her. EXTERNAL STORY 2 After the big wedding in the palace, the story of the Emperor personally wearing a happy dress, walking step by step to welcome the Queen, admitting his past mistakes in front of the civil and military mandarins was spread throughout the world. People in the capital all exclaimed. The Crown Prince, who was once so arrogant that he used a rooster to worship on his behalf that year, has finally become a man willing to use the dignity of the king to make up for the person he loves.