Chapter 1 — The Great Marriage Was Raped, I Made Vuong Ninh Bury Himself

On the day Vuong Ninh and I got married, during the ceremony of riding horses around the capital, his young bride secretly hid a Thuc Can needle under my saddle. In my previous life, after the horse panicked, I fell from the horse's back into the middle of the school, my right leg was completely disabled, and the whole capital called me Ninh Vuong's crippled leg. She knelt in front of me, crying pitifully: "I just wanted to tease the bride a little, but I didn't expect the horse to be so frightened." Ninh Vuong protected her and advised me: "A Hanh, Thanh Thanh is still young, she doesn't know how heavy or light it is. Since she is a princess, she should be a little more generous." Later, he brought her into the palace, she gave birth to a son and a daughter, becoming a kind and gentle Concubine Trac in the eyes of everyone. As for me, I was imprisoned in the back yard, watching helplessly as my father and elder brother died in battle because he was competing for the military position, and helplessly watching as Tran Bac Marquis Palace was accused of colluding with the enemy. Before he died, Ninh Vuong and her stood next to my bed. "Tham Hanh, you have occupied the position of Ninh Vuong for too long. Now that this king is about to enter the Eastern Palace, the Crown Princess can only be Thanh Thanh." A cup of poisoned wine was poured into his throat and he died the night before he was ordained as Crown Prince. Opening my eyes again, I was back before the big wedding day, riding around on horseback. The matchmaker urged me to get on the horse. I looked at the silver needle as thin as buffalo hair under the saddle and slowly withdrew my hand. In this life, the person who should taste the broken bones and tendons should not be me. 01 "The auspicious hour is about to come. Your Majesty, please get on your horse." The matchmaker's high-pitched voice rang in my ears, red silk fluttered in the morning wind throughout the yard, bronze bells jingled endlessly. I stood in front of the happy horse, my fingertips resting on the reins, with not even half the shyness of a bride in my eyes. This horse's entire body is as white as snow, a handsome horse specially given to him by the palace. In my previous life, I was overjoyed to sit on its back, but before I could even go halfway down the street, it madly rushed straight into the crowd. I was thrown onto the blue stone floor, my right leg froze on the spot. The doctor said that his veins and veins had been completely destroyed and that he would no longer be able to walk like a normal person. Since then, every time the capital mentioned Tham Hanh, people laughed and said that it was Ninh Vuong who was crippled but still tried to occupy the position of Vuong Phi. Later I learned that under the saddle of the horse was hidden a Thuc Scale needle, the tip of the needle was smeared with fierce ointment. If it were to be stabbed into the horse's body, it would definitely go crazy in panic. That needle was placed by Wen Qingqing himself. Ninh Vuong Bui Nghien Chi knew this very well, yet he only punished her to close the door and reflect for three days. At that time, he hugged Wen Thanh Thanh who was crying until the pear flowers were soaked in the rain, his voice filled with impatience: "A Hanh, you are already Ninh Vuong Concubine, Thanh Thanh is just childish, why should you keep holding on to this and not letting go?" Our lives, from that moment, rot. Now, I stand before this horse again. The edge of the saddle revealed an extremely thin ray of cold light. I lowered my eyes, trying to suppress the coldness at the corner of my lips. Wen Qingqing was really anxious, not even the tip of the needle was hidden. From behind, there was the sound of light footsteps, followed by a stream of fragrance approaching. "Sister Tham, why haven't you gotten on the horse yet? Your Highness is already waiting impatiently outside." Today, Wen Qingqing wore a pink embroidered dress, with a dangling Dong Chau pearl brooch in her hair, even more sophisticated than ordinary guests. She is not a female relative of the Royal Palace, nor is she a relative of the Tham family, yet on my big wedding day she was able to step into the inner courtyard to urge me. In the past life, I just thought that she and Ninh Vuong were childhood friends, up and down

The royal palace pampered her. Looking back in this life, I just find it ridiculous. I turned around and gently stroked my sleeve: "Miss Wen seems to be more impatient than the matchmaker." Wen Thanh Thanh's eyes flashed slightly, then curled her lips and smiled: "I'm afraid I'll miss the good time. Today, sister Tham is marrying His Highness, it's truly a blessing as big as heaven." Blessings? If being crippled and imprisoned is also called a blessing, then I really want to give you some of it. The sound of gongs and drums outside is getting louder and louder. Bui Nghien Chi, dressed in a bright red outfit, strode into the yard. He looked handsome, but his expression carried a bit of impatience. "Ah Hanh, why haven't you gotten on the horse yet?" I looked at him. In my previous life, I really wanted to grow old with him. His father once said that although Ninh Vuong was not a Crown Prince, he was gentle and calm, and was someone worth entrusting.