Chapter 2 — The Queen Feigned Illness For 3 Years, The Marquis Palace Was Completely In Chaos

Doctor Ngo arrived very quickly. He is a doctor who is often invited in the palace. On weekdays, he is best at saying words that do not offend either side. He checked my pulse, looked at me, then looked at Chu Thi outside the screen, pondered for a long time before saying:

"Dai Miss' cold hasn't completely cured yet, her lungs are damaged a bit more, she shouldn't be working hard lately."

Thi Chu on the other side of the screen asked:

“Can she still go out today?”

Doctor Ngo was stunned. Xuan Dao knelt at the edge of the bed, her eyes red.

"Doctor, just now, the young lady of my house coughed up blood. If you say you can still go out, then I will invite the old lady to come and listen."

Doctor Ngo immediately bowed his head.

"Can't go out. Must rest for at least half a month."

Outside the screen there was no more movement. After a long while, Chu slowly walked in. That gentle look appeared on her face again.

"Thanh Mien, if you are sick, please take care of your illness properly. By Nhuoc Lan's side, I will let her go on her own."

I leaned against the pillow, my voice a bit hoarse.

"It's tiring to bother my mother."

Thi Chu sat down on the side of the bed, pulled back the corner of the blanket for me, her hand gently caressing the surface of the blanket.

"This girl, you're sick and you didn't say anything early. If you hadn't spilled the bowl of medicine just now, I wouldn't have known you were so seriously ill."

She spoke as if she truly pitied me. In my previous life, I was most afraid of this tone of hers. As long as she says that, I will feel that I should not hold resentment. And now, I just feel annoyed. After Xuan Dao sent her out and closed the door, she squatted on the ground to pick up broken pieces of porcelain. Her hands were still shaking. We call her:

“Don't pick it up anymore, be careful of cutting your hands.”

She raised her head, her eyes red.

“Miss, you really scared this slave to death just now.”

I held out my hand. She quickly walked forward. I took her hand. She was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and there was already a thin layer of callus on the palm of her hand, due to the fact that she often used to make medicine and grind ink. In her previous life, when she was dragged away, these same hands scratched the snow in long streaks. I couldn't protect her. This time, the first person I want to protect is you.

“Xuan Dao, from today onwards, no matter who tells you to leave my yard, you will not agree.”

She was stunned.

“Miss?”

“Remember?”

She nodded, then couldn't help but burst into tears.

“I remember it well, slave.”

In the evening, news from the flower reward party reached the Marquis Palace. Tham Nhuoc Lan recognized the wrong person. She called the concubine of Thanh Quoc Cong's palace her first daughter, and arranged for the girl who had just annulled her marriage from Trung Dung Hau's palace to sit next to her ex-fiance. When the mother next to Princess Truong asked about the seat, she also gave the wrong answer. After returning to the palace, Thi Chu broke a tea cup. A few maids in the hallway were telling stories happily, but Xuan Dao overheard them and came back to tell me.

"The second lady cried the whole way. The lady was no longer in the mood to comfort her. As soon as she entered the door, she punished everyone in the room."

I drank white porridge, with no expression on my face. These mistakes also happened in previous lives. It's just that they're all covered up by me. Now that there is no one to cover up anymore, mistakes naturally appear. This is just a party. The days and months The front of the Marquis Palace is still very long. This time I got sick, sick for 3 months. At first, Chu Thi still sent people to inquire every day. Later, seeing that I really didn't leave the door, she immediately sent someone to bring ginseng soup, medicinal herbs and tonics. We accept everything. After receiving it, Xuan Dao followed my instructions, kept a little of each item, and dumped the rest under the oleander tree in the corner of the yard. Half a month later, the tips of the oleander leaves began to turn yellow. Xuan Dao was so scared that he didn't sleep well all night. The next day, he brought two dark circles under his eyes to serve me.

“Miss, is there really a problem in that bowl of soup?”

I tucked the yellow leaf into the medical book.

"What's the hurry? Right now she still doesn't want me to die."

Xuan Dao's face became even whiter. I smiled, my voice softened.

"She wants me to be sick, be sick to the point of ruining my reputation, ruining my marriage, ruining outsiders' impression of me. But when she needs me to do work for them, she has to let me still be able to get out of bed."