Chapter 3 — Tran Bac Vuong Phi

He waited to see me lose my temper, to see me unwilling, to see me reveal my humble appearance to please like in my previous life. He even warned: "If you don't want to? Then you won't even have the position of concubine." I raised my hand and shook the hand he offered: "I'm not unusual." The jade pendant slipped from his fingers, fell onto the blue tile floor, made a crunching sound, and broke in half. Tieu Truong Minh's face changed greatly. He grabbed my wrist, the force was so strong that my joints cracked, pressing my whole body against the lacquered column, my back bumped into pain. "Tham Chi Oanh! As soon as I met you, I fell in love with you, and you repeatedly insulted me because of her background as a concubine. Do you think she doesn't know?" "I will make every child you give birth to, forever and after, to be second-rate, forever one head lower than others. Don't you look down on her status as a concubine? I'll let you taste what that taste is like." I waved my hand and slapped him. His face was knocked to the side, and my grip on my wrist suddenly loosened. He slowly turned his head, his eyes filled with anger. I stood up straight, met his angry eyes, and said softly: "The goddess is engaged to the Second Highness, and will not become your royal concubine!" 6 The Crown Prince's eyes stopped on my face for a moment, then sneered loudly. "Engaged?" He let go, took a half step back, his face that had been misaligned had not yet completely turned around, the corner of his lips had curled up into a mocking curve. "You also know how to plate your own face with gold. The queen just casually mentioned a sentence, you couldn't wait to spread it everywhere. Tham Chi Oanh, do you hate marriage that much?" I tightened my sleeve, my nails digging deep into my palm, saying word by word: "The Queen speaks with her mouth full of words." Ngoc, this goddess does not dare to speak nonsense." "Don't dare?" He pressed a step closer, looking down at me from above, his eyes full of mockery. "Nhi Lang has never fought or won since he was a child, his personality is slow and gentle, do you think he can really look at you? He was used to seeing blood in the Bac Cuong desert, the first thing when he returned to court was to discuss with his mother to cancel this marriage, do you think he has you in his heart?" My whole body stiffened. He continued to speak, his voice was not high, but every word pierced straight to the heart: "You are not good at women's work, not good at poetry, not good at chess, and have a stubborn and fierce personality. What husband can stand it? Since childhood, Truong Linh has not fought or won, gentle as jade, the person she likes is not the type of girl like you. You are just a kind of mother who saw her getting older and no one around, so she gave it to her, something that can carry on the family line." stop.” “Shut up…” I suddenly raised my eyes. He pretended not to hear, stretched out his index finger, and gently lifted my chin, forcing me to raise my head. The tip of that finger carried cold air, like a snake's tongue sticking to my skin, causing me to tremble. I raised my hand to strike, but his other hand grabbed my wrist. The joint was squeezed until it cracked, completely unable to escape. "What's the hurry?" He tilted his head slightly, interestedly assessing me, as if he was looking at a small caged animal. "You haven't finished speaking yet. If you are willing to learn from Man Nhi to be a little more obedient, learn how to lower your eyebrows in a pleasing way, you can also go and tell Truong Linh, let him accept you as a concubine. After all, it's not the first time you've put on a thick face." "Tieu Truong Minh!" My whole body trembled, my eyes became dry, the urge to cry choked in my throat, turning into waves of hatred overflowing. coming out from between the teeth. Can't escape, can't fight him. Just like that, he grabbed my chin, was forced to meet his cold eyes, like a fish on a cutting board, letting people kill me.

Right at the moment of dilemma, both humiliated and extremely resentful... A gentle voice came from the round door, neither high nor low, but caused Tieu Truong Minh's grip to suddenly loosen. "Brother Hoang." I followed the voice. Under the round door, a tall, long figure stood there quietly. He wore an ivory white brocade robe, a jade belt around his waist, and his appearance was exactly like the Crown Prince. But looking closely, the lines on Tieu Truong Linh's face are a bit softer, the slightly raised curve at the corners of her eyes is not cold and harsh, but is leisurely and gentle. Tieu Truong Linh. He slowly walked into the pavilion, his eyes fell on my red wrist, the line was slightly wrinkled, almost imperceptible. Then, he reached out and very gently pulled my wrist out of Tieu Truong Minh's hand. That movement was neither fast nor slow, but carried a meaning that left no room for doubt, like water, soft but not weak. He covered me behind him, turned to Tieu Truong Minh, his voice was gentle as usual, but each word was clear: "Oanh Nhi is engaged to my younger brother, the wedding is scheduled for the end of the month, and we will get married on the same day as your royal brother. If your royal brother has any advice, after the big wedding, my younger brother will definitely take her along to listen. In front of you..." He paused for a moment, the smile on his lips did not decrease, but his eyes did not have half the heat: "Please also have your dignity."