Chapter 6 — The Fake Princess ascends the throne

09After Mr. Khuong entered the palace, the place became even more bustling. In the beginning, there were people... Playing the flute and singing. Cricket match. Chant. Now there is another person to respect. Everyone happily gathered together, everyone had the look on their faces like their parents had just passed away. Only Bui Ngoc's ancient music sounds even more extravagant. Moonlight is like water. I looked at his beautiful, wild skin and suddenly felt a little drunk. But as soon as I touched the red mole at the corner of his eye, I immediately woke up. Cold. Why is it so cold? I wrapped my fox fur coat tightly, my fingertips trembling slightly. Cold air flows into the body. It seemed like there was an instinct urging me: Stay away from Bui Ngoc. "Your Highness doesn't like slaves?" He looked intently at me, his dark eyes deep. Clearly claiming to be a slave, there was no respect in his voice. "No..." The three words "don't like you" stuck in his throat. In the end, we still didn't say it. Not because I was worried about hurting him, but... I stopped, my whole body suddenly breaking into a cold sweat. Because I discovered that my feelings towards him were a fear originating from instinct! But in this whole world, the only person who truly makes me afraid is that great man. When I regained consciousness, my clothes were drenched in cold sweat. I chased everyone out, then turned around and knelt down in front of "Bui Ngoc". "Master, please spare my life." Ly Ngoc laughed. The person bent down, her long hair as soft as silk hanging down, brushing my cheeks and collarbone. The feeling of numbness made me unable to help but want to run away. "It's been ten days, Trau Vu." "You just realized it now?" "It seems your feelings for her are not that sincere." The person's voice was cold. Fingertips slowly graze every inch of skin on my neck. My life is over. I closed my eyes heavily. I want to erase from my memory the fact that I once stood in front of Ly Ngoc and scolded Bui Ngoc as a devil. Of course. Is erasing people's memory. But unfortunately, we don't have that ability. I can only bow my head. I don't even dare to stamp too hard. Each time, he made a big gesture, bowed strongly, then gently touched his forehead to the ground. After a few turns. Ly Ngoc laughed coldly: "Don't kowtow anymore. You won't be able to die if you kowtow like that." "Hehe, my master's great cause has not yet been accomplished, which subordinate dares to die?" I smiled to please. He tilted his head, looking lazy to argue with me. "From now on, in front of others, you are the princess, I am the face. Behind others, I am the crown prince, you are the crown prince. Do you understand?" "Understand... No, that's not right! Master! There is no need to focus on symmetry at this time. Behind others' backs, of course you are still the master, and I am the subordinate..." "Trau Vu." His face darkened, his voice was dark and cold. "Don't make me have to say it a second time." Okay. I obediently kept my mouth shut. Unexpectedly, Ly Ngoc likes role-playing games like that. Maybe pretending to be a princess when she was a child left a ghost in her heart. Indeed, childhood trauma will follow a person for life! The comments certainly did not deceive us. 10The second day after Khuong Uyen Du was detained, Bui Thinh immediately "returned from death to life". He covered his face and sneaked in through the back door. First, Bui Triet, no, secret guard Tong Triet, kicked him into the lake. It was very difficult for him to get up, but he was considered a thief by the playboy master and gave him a martial arts punch. Buddhists are so cold that they can't bear to look at it. Immediately poured him a bowl of ginseng soup just taken off the stove. Bui Thinh couldn't hold back any longer. Just as he was about to fight back, he saw his father Khuong Uyen Du running towards him with red eyes. After a whipping session. Finally, he walked in front of me, covered in injuries. I was basking in the sun, lazily raising my eyes: "Are you here yet?" Bui Thinh

stunned, then immediately understood: "You already knew I wasn't dead?" Without waiting for me to answer, he continued on his own. "No wonder why you always target Uyen Du... Turns out it's because of jealousy." I craned my neck again. Is this person okay? "Let's do this." Bui Thinh bit his lip, seemingly making some sort of determination, then continued: "I agree to share a room with you. Please give the opportunity to preside over the great ceremony to worship the heavens to Uyen Du." I widened my eyes and opened my mouth. "Is that thing under your crotch made of gold?" Bui Thinh frowned, looking at me disapprovingly: "Incredibly vulgar!" "You blatantly appear in the princess' palace like that... no Are you afraid that I will come before His Majesty to denounce the affair between you? The corner of his lips curled up, his voice was both scornful and firm: "No way. Ly Ngoc, you can't bear it. When you pursued me so vigorously, the whole Bible knows that you love me to death. Now I agree to marry you, but you can't wait to be happy, how can you come before His Majesty to denounce me?" The image of a useless person, but he was eager to leave the palace and set up a palace, so he arbitrarily chose him. Without Bui Thinh, there would still be Truong Thinh, Ly Thinh, Quach Thinh... In short, using the game of marking soldiers and marking generals, whoever picks the right person is that person.