Chapter 7 — The Eastern Palace Can No Longer Hold Me

I also wear a red shirt. It's just that the concubine cannot go to the main gate, and cannot use the correct red staff. That day, my sister sat in the main hall waiting for me to drink tea. She smiled and said: "From now on, in the Eastern Palace, we will support each other." I have supported you all your life. This time, I only adjusted the sleeves for her. "Sister, the Eastern Palace is long, take care of yourself." She held my hand from the veil. The voice was very soft: "Leng Nghi, do you hate me?" I looked at her. After a while, she softly said: "Are you scared, sister?" Her hands shook. I slowly withdrew my hand. The sound of wedding ceremony music came from outside the door. Quy Canh Hanh personally came to welcome him. He was dressed happily, his eyebrows and eyes were still as beautiful as before. It's just that when he saw me, his steps clearly stopped. I retreated to my mother's side and bowed properly. "Congratulations, Your Highness the Crown Prince." He looked at me, his eyes seemed to have many words. But today is the day he gets married. He couldn't say it. Sister A was helped onto the palanquin. The Eastern palace royal staff loudly left Khuong palace. Red silk flutters in the wind. I stood in front of the door and suddenly felt that this scene was very light. As light as finally sending an old dream away. After my sister entered the Eastern Palace, things did not go as smoothly as she imagined. The Crown Princess must manage palace affairs, and must also deal with the East Palace strategists and courtiers' female relatives who visit the palaces. She is gentle enough, assertive is not enough. There have been errors in distributing rewards several times. Yet, the current Crown Prince, unlike his previous life, completely believes her. Every time the East Palace encounters trouble, you will always think of me. Thu Hanh heard about this from outside. "Miss, I heard that the Crown Princess cried in the East Palace yesterday." I was reading the Western trade dispatch Bui Van Chu sent me. "Why?" "In the house of a virtuous brother of the East Palace, he committed a crime, the Crown Princess wanted to let it go, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said she had a woman's heart." Thu Hanh looked at me. "Still, if it were you, you would have known that you should have looked into the books." first.” My hand turning the page stopped. There is no pleasure in my heart. Just felt funny. In my previous life, I looked up the books and he told me everything was too strong. In this life, sister did not investigate, but he criticized her for not being decisive enough. A man's love will really change his face according to the situation. A few days later, my sister returned to Khuong's family to visit home. She lost a little weight. There are light blue circles under the eyes. The mother was extremely heartbroken. After finishing dinner, sister came to my hospital alone. She looked at the document on my desk, her expression a bit complicated. "Master Bui gave me something again?" "Yes." She sat down, her voice was soft: "Lately, His Highness the Crown Prince has always mentioned you." I closed the document. "A sister should not have come to say these things to you." Her eyes turned red. "Ling Nghi, in the past I always felt that you were too smart, anything could be taken away." "Father praises you, Elder brother gives way to younger sister, even the nobles in the palace always see you first." "I obviously try very hard, but they only say I'm gentle." I listen quietly. This is the first time she said these things. In my previous life, if she had talked, maybe we wouldn't have gone to that step. But saying it now is just a late confession. She looked at me. "This position of Crown Princess, after sitting in it, I realized it was very difficult." "Everyone was looking at me, waiting for me to make a mistake." "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince no longer protects me like before." I said: "Do you regret it?" She shook her head, tears falling again. "I just suddenly realized, in my previous life..." Halfway through her sentence, she suddenly stopped. I look at her. Her face was pale. It turned out that she had also begun to dream. Sister A clutched her handkerchief, her knuckles turned white. "I dreamed of you in heaven.

East Palace, looking at the books all night." "Dreaming of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince ascending the throne, holding my hand to ascend to the throne." "Dreaming of you standing behind the official, your face as white as paper." She cried until she trembled. "Ling Nghi, it was just a dream, right?" I looked at her. The blood and tears of my previous life, in her mouth, became a dream. I softly said: "Sister, how do you feel?" She cried out loud completely. I didn't move forward again. I didn't move forward. After a while, she choked up and said: "Why was I like that?" "Why didn't you ask yourself?" She was stunned. I continued: "Sister, from childhood to adulthood, you always said you just wanted a little justice." "But the way you asked for justice was to push me down." "You were afraid that you were smart, afraid that you would stand out, afraid that you would be seen by others first." "So every time the person around you compliments you, you laugh and say. one more thorny sentence." She cried and shook her head. I continued: "The position of Crown Princess is what you want." "It's hard to sit now, you should sit firmly." "After all, in my previous life, I supported you for many years." Sister A covered her face and cried. I gave her the towel. "After you cry, go back to the Eastern Palace." "The Crown Princess cannot leave the party for too long." This sentence was something she often told me in her previous life. Now giving it back to her, it's considered just right. After my sister left, Bui Van Chu arrived.