Chapter 3 — Trung Trinh Guest

So we have to do what we can. On the one hand, he wrote a letter to his father, telling him to definitely urge the officials and people to repair the city walls, store food and grass, and arrange military equipment. On the other hand, I often go to the palace, cling to my aunt, tell people how scary my nightmares are, and how the Crown Prince will die. The first time or two, people still just saw me as a child, trying to comfort me. Later, when they saw me walking around skinny-dipping, with dark eye circles, and even crying in my dreams, they gradually took me seriously. My mother believed in Buddha and placed the highest importance on cause and effect and reincarnation. Furthermore, the things the kings secretly did were not completely without traces. After carefully listening to me, your face gradually became heavy. He nodded slightly. "Auntie will go and report to Your Majesty." I lazily leaned against the railing of the palace hallway, bewilderedly looking at the goldfish swimming leisurely in the lake. A dike thousands of miles high can collapse because of ant nests, and the country's danger is not something that happens in a day or two. Your Majesty is addicted to alcohol, the court has accumulated too many bad habits for a long time. Just based on a vague, nihilistic dream of mine... is it possible to turn around this country that is wobbling in the middle of a storm? At that moment, someone suddenly spoke from behind: "The world has been at peace for hundreds of years. Miss Chuong lives in her bedroom all year round, how does she know that this country is shaking in the middle of a storm?" I was startled and turned my head. Under a pear tree not far away were standing two people. Yuan Tuguan and Zhao Jicheng. Perhaps they had just returned from the Eastern Palace preaching sutras. It turns out I unconsciously said it out loud just now, so the two of them could hear. Vien Tu Quan glanced at me and then clasped his hands with Trieu Ky Thanh. "Brother Trieu, don't blame me." "Just a little girl talking nonsense, trying to look sad and sentimental." Before Trieu Ky Thanh could speak, I glared at Vien Tu Quan. "What do you know!" "You wear brocade and jewels, you can't tell the difference between a grain of rice and a grain of rice, but on a normal day, you often write poetry lamenting the suffering of Le people. "Are those poems just pretending?" "We... are also eight ounces and half a pound!" Vien Tu Quan's face immediately darkened. I had too many thoughts in my heart, I didn't want to say more, so I picked up my dress and left. Unexpectedly, he also followed closely behind, despite me stopping him, he boldly got on with a horse carriage. I smiled faintly. "The third young master of the Vien family inherently values decorum the most." "Aren't you afraid that spreading this story will ruin your reputation?" His face was as cold as water. "Yesterday I came to ask for your hand in marriage." "Why don't you agree?" "If you don't want to get married then don't agree, what's the point in asking?" I turned my face away. The carriage left the palace gate. The wind blew the car curtains. At that moment, Trieu Ky Thanh and I were standing next to the lipstick wall and accidentally glanced at each other. When Vien Tu Quan saw everything, his face became even more unsightly. "Whatever you want to keep, keep it, if you don't want to keep it, then throw it away." "Zhang Dieu Trinh..." "Your feelings... are that cheap? "Isn't even a penny worth it?" How dare he... how dare he say those words? In his previous life, as long as he had revealed even the slightest bit that he hated me, didn't want to get married to me... I absolutely would not have asked my aunt for my hand in marriage. As long as he Tell me that the person he wants to marry is someone else, even if that person is just a maid... I will make it happen for them. But... he didn't say anything, he even hid everything from me. A heart swaying between both sides. I can't bear to give up the power of the Chuong family, but I can't let go of the relationship with that maid

After he passed away, his mother's family went into decline... then he no longer needed to pretend. He began to hide the person in his heart right in the palace, right under my eyelids, and gave birth to a child with her, marrying her and becoming husband and wife. My heart is restless. The rims of the eyes gradually turn red. I looked at him. "Vien Tu Quan... "I used to like you..." Liked his talent, liked the gentleness with which he acted impeccably. On the escape to the South, he protected me and took care of me. Having only one cake, he starved and secretly kept it for me to eat. After my father and mother passed away, he said... he would be my support. He comforted me over and over again every time I fainted from illness. He hugged me. Going through one night of nightmares after another. If it weren't for the moment I died... I heard the young man with the same face calling him father. With my own eyes, I saw a secret door behind the closed Buddhist hall, and then saw him enter and bow his head to smile at another woman. Maybe... I would still be immersed in the deep love dream he created. Sometimes... Even I couldn't help but blame him Pretend until the end or completely become a bad person. Let me... even hate him, I won't have to face the dilemma like now. I took a deep breath, tried to suppress the bitter taste in my throat, forcing the tears back. Little by little... I used all my strength to cut off all the lingering resentment of my past life. "...But that was the story of the past." "Who is in your heart, you are the one who knows best." "Don't wait until you marry me to regret." said, my eyes slowly lowered, stopping at the perfume bag hanging on his waist.