Chapter 1 — Tran Bac Vuong Phi

When I returned from rebirth, I used charcoal to burn away the crimson mole on my hand. Just because the Crown Prince was able to dream of a woman from a young age. But from beginning to end, I couldn't see her appearance clearly, only seeing a red mole on her right hand. Kham Thien Giam guessed that this was a good omen that was hard to come across in a thousand years. Only by marrying this woman could he protect the nation's prosperity. In my previous life, I used a fake mole to cheat my way through, as I wished to marry the Crown Prince whom I had admired for a long time. When the younger sister heard about this, that night she jumped off a cliff and committed suicide. After getting married, the Crown Prince was extremely cold towards me, even spoiling his wife. I fought and fought with more than ten concubines for many years, until I became pregnant and had difficulty giving birth and died. Before he died, he lowered his eyes and looked at me coldly, saying word by word: "You have never dreamed of any woman, in your heart from beginning to end there was only your concubine." "Only because the mother did not want her to marry a concubine, that's why she came up with this way to deceive people." "And yet she was snatched away by a single woman like you, killing her." Opening my eyes again, I returned to the day the Crown Prince chose his concubine. I ran to the firewood room to rescue my concubine. I saw the red mole on the inside of her wrist and said in a soft voice: "You're already at puberty age. How about following me into the palace to choose a concubine?" Where the moonlight does not shine, there are several silhouettes of people waiting in the dark. As soon as the head maid saw her concubine, she quickly took two steps forward and said in a low voice: "The lady has finally come out. Your Highness has urged me to ask several times."Your Highness. As soon as I heard these two words, I just felt extremely sarcastic. In my previous life, at this moment, I was filled with joy and painted my eyebrows, looking forward to marrying the person of my heart. But in this life, I only feel the moonlight shining on me, chilling me to the bone. The concubine selection party was held at Truong Lac Palace. When I followed a group of noble ladies into the palace, with just a glance I saw His Royal Highness the Crown Prince sitting high above. Today he wore a black robe embroidered with gold thread, his hair was tied in a bun with a white jade hairpin, and his eyes were as cold as if they had been carved by a knife and ax. In my previous life, when I saw this appearance of him, I only felt that there was no more outstanding man in the world. I wished I could show him my heart. But in this life, I kneel down to worship, lower my eyelids, and my heart is as calm as water. His eyes swept forward, and when they fell on her, they were as cold as ice in December. But in the next second, those eyes suddenly became as gentle as water, as if they were hiding thousands of words they wanted to say. Without turning around, I knew who was coming. The Queen sat neatly on the phoenix chair, her eyes scanning throughout the palace. When her eyes fell on him, she nodded slightly and opened her mouth to say: "Daughter of the Tham family, take a step forward." I did as I was told and stepped forward. The Queen took my right hand and gently lifted up my sleeve. In her previous life, after seeing that red mole, she would ignore the Crown Prince's objections and marry me. But in this life, what she saw was only a fierce burn, undigested blisters, and scary red swelling. The Queen's eyebrows slightly raised, her face difficult to hide her surprise: "This..." The Crown Prince's eyes swept over, the hanging heart seemed to immediately fall to the ground, the corners of his lips even unconsciously curled up slightly. He absentmindedly looked towards his younger sister. The whole hall was full of noble ladies, only under her sleeve was that natural mole, unique and impossible to fake. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has never smiled or spoken much, yet he openly revealed his joy like a teenager. My heart still feels like it was stabbed by something. Hoang

The empress did not open her mouth to consider concubine, but just said faintly: "It turns out to be the second daughter of the Tham family. This palace doesn't know, the concubine also has the qualifications to participate." These words were very heavy. The younger sister was so scared that her face turned pale. She knelt down on the ground with a "thump" sound. Her body trembled slightly and she prostrated herself on the ground, not daring to raise her head. There was a moment of silence in the palace, all the noble ladies held their breath. The Crown Prince suddenly stood up, walked in front of his concubine, bent down, and personally helped her up. Such light movements, such respect, as if what he was supporting was not a person, but his lost and then found life. The younger sister was grabbed by his arm, her ears turned red, her eyelashes drooped, not daring to look at him. The Crown Prince leaned slightly, lowered his voice, and said only to her: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." That night, he knelt before the Queen's palace, refusing to give in even a single step. When dawn had just appeared, the Queen finally spoke. 2And I knelt on the cold stone tile floor, my left cheek was sore. Mother's voice trembled: "It's harsh! Do you know how much thought I spent on you? It's a good idea. If you don't let the mole on his hand be destroyed, you'll take a piece of charcoal and destroy it yourself!" I lowered my eyes and said nothing. The more she spoke, the angrier she became: "That bitch died early and went to meet the King of Hell, leaving this little bitch to annoy me! Did you also help them provoke me?" I quickly shook my head: "Mother, the Crown Prince has long had a crush on her." The mother's hand stiffened in mid-air, her face suddenly lost all color. I continued to say: "The Queen and the mother are close friends. She has long seen the Crown Prince's thoughts, so she secretly transmitted the message to the mother. The mother and her daughter faked it on her wrist when the daughter was caught off guard, but the fake is still fake." Mother staggered back into the chair, tears falling again. "But now that she is being married off so highly, if the Crown Prince ascends the throne, we two..." I squeezed her tightly, my eyes shining: "Don't be afraid, mother. In my heart, I already have a good person." "His Royal Highness the Second Prince and the Crown Prince are twins, but their personalities are completely different." "The Crown Prince is cold and serious." At times, he is gentle; the Crown Prince is ungrateful, but he is affectionate. The daughter does not want to compete for any position anymore, she just wants to marry someone who knows both heat and cold, and live peacefully in this life. "The Crown Prince and the Second Prince were originally twins, no different in appearance. Before he died in his previous life, his Second Highness, who had never fought or won, even if he angered the Emperor, he was determined to shroud my remains for me. Mother touched the red mark on my face and muttered: "The second prince... is truly a good match." The next day, the threshold of the palace was almost forced down by the bride price. "Ten chests of Nam Hai pearls, a hundred strings of Hop Pho pearls, a pair of white and white jade jade, a phoenix hat carved with gold and silk..." The servants came in and out, carrying things all morning. Mother stood in the hallway, looking dumbfounded. The younger sister held the brocade box in her hand and brought it in front of me: "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid..." She paused, then said again: "Just, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince... would you criticize my background?" I know she is checking to see if I still have feelings for her, whether I will become her obstacle or not. I pulled her hand back and patted her reassuringly: "You're thinking too much. As soon as the Crown Prince met you, he fell in love with you. That look in his eyes cannot be faked. You can rest assured." She raised her eyes and looked at me timidly, as if she was distinguishing whether what I said was sincere or not. I met her eyes, my smile did not decrease. Not long after, the Crown Prince came to the palace to discuss national affairs with his wife.

dear, but I don't know why you called me here. I stepped through the threshold and immediately saw my father sitting in the seat below, a thin layer of sweat dripping from his forehead. The Crown Prince sat in the upper chair, playing with a cup of green enamel tea in his hand, his fingers were long and his joints were clear. Seeing me enter, his eyes left the tea cup and fell on me. As if evaluating an item that is still temporarily usable, with some parts of scrutiny, some of indifference. I knelt down and bowed: "I pay my respects to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." He didn't answer, the tea cup rotated twice between his fingers. Father coughed loudly, then quickly opened his mouth: "Oanh Nhi, this time Your Highness comes to the palace, there is something as good as heaven that I want to discuss with you." Having finished speaking, he secretly looked at the Crown Prince's face, then turned to me, his voice suppressing the excitement: "His Royal Highness thought that you and the second lady were close relatives, after entering the palace, it would be convenient to have someone to take care of each other, so he had the idea... the intention to take you as his concubine!" Trac Phi. These two words fell into my ears, like a stone thrown into an ancient well, not making even half a ripple. The Crown Prince never opened his mouth, just slowly raised his eyes, his eyes seemed to fall on him. I'm so familiar with this look. In my previous life, every time he looked at me like that, he was sure that I would do what he wanted. From childhood to adulthood, he criticized me for being troublesome, but every holiday he came to the palace, he always prepared cinnamon flower cakes that I liked to eat. He hates when I get close, but he never really pushes me away. What does this count as? Maybe it's a bit unbearable for a used dog. But I don't need this kind of unwillingness. "Goddess is not willing." Four words, neither high nor low, gently and clearly fell to the ground. Just hearing a "bang" sound, the green enamel tea cup was placed firmly on the table. Tea water instantly spilled out, soaking half of Tieu Truong Minh's sleeve. My father's knees softened, his whole body prostrated himself on the ground: "Your Highness, calm down! I'm not a strict guardian, this harsh punishment of mine doesn't know good or bad..." I also knelt down, the hem of my skirt spread out, like a white flower blooming on the ground. "This goddess is vulgar, has a rude personality, is not good at judging faces. My younger sister has a delicate mind, is gentle and gentle, being alone with her is enough for a long time." Crown Prince do not speak up. In the study room, there was only the sound of my father's rapid breathing, and the gentle sound of the wind outside the window blowing through the bamboo trees. My eyes glanced at the surface of his black shoes with yellow trim, on top of which were a few drops of tea that had splattered into dark streaks, still slightly damp, not yet dry. After a few breaths, the Crown Prince's voice finally rang out, sounding neither happy nor angry. "If that's the case, I won't force you." I prostrated and bowed my head. When I stood up, my eyes accidentally glanced at his face. His face was still cold and indifferent, but his jaw line was very tight and his throat rolled a little. In my previous life, I assisted him for more than ten years, and I understood every little expression of his in the palm of my hand. He is angry. Maybe it's because I embarrassed him, maybe it's because of those unclear emotions. But this bit of anger will not stay in his heart for too long. 4 After mother conveyed my thoughts to the palace, the Queen heard that and immediately sent a palanquin from the palace to pick her up. When my mother and I entered the Khon Ninh palace, the Crown Prince just happened to leave the palace. He stopped walking, his eyes fell on me, becoming even colder. That's right, he probably thought that my front leg had just refused the position of concubine, but my back leg regretfully pulled my mother to beg. The queen pulled her mother's hand to sit on the phoenix bed and offered two bowls of Bich Loa Xuan. The princess took a sip of tea, glanced towards the palace door, smiled coldly and said: