Chapter 3 — Two Lifetimes to Be Perfect

She was stunned for a moment, not having time to think too much, and the doctor helped Mother Tong into the room, standing next to them and watching them busy with the treatment. After a long while, the royal doctor collected the needle, cleaned up the medicine box, then stood up and said to her: "The lower body is very seriously injured. In the future, I may not be able to stand up again, but luckily I can save my life." Hearing the doctor's words, Lam Tri Thuc, like someone who had just been rescued from the water, suddenly breathed heavily, his voice hoarse: "I'm bothering you." The royal doctor quickly waved his hand: "Miss Lam, there is no need to be polite.
"The prince sent us here." "He said that he did this today to give Miss Thuoc Nguyet an explanation. I hope Miss Lam remembers this lesson and won't do anything like that again in the future." Having said that, the royal doctor prescribed a few more herbs and then bowed and left. Lam Tri Thuc sat by the bed, her chest aching and painful. Murong Canh was always like that, giving her a slap and then another. In the past, she always thought it was a sign that he cared about her
This, she no longer wants to receive it. She sat motionless in front of the bed all night. It wasn't until dawn that the person on the bed weakly opened her eyes that her hanging heart fell. Murong Canh appeared again ten days later. As soon as Lam Tri Thuc stepped out of the room, he saw Murong Canh standing in the courtyard. Her steps stopped: "Why did you come?" Mo Dung Canh clapped his hands, and the entourage behind him immediately carried each chest with bride gifts. Gift offerings filled nearly half of the yard. Mo Dung Canh sighed softly: “Some
Today we have been thinking a lot. Although I promised her an equal status as a wife, but I haven't officially given her a bride yet, it's hard to blame her for worrying about winning and losing, competing for love with Thuoc Nguyet." "I had a clear discussion with the elders in the house, three days later you and Thuoc Nguyet entered the door." Lam Tri Thuc looked at those wedding gifts and didn't say anything for a long time. Murong Canh didn't receive an answer, slightly frowned: "Is there anything else you are dissatisfied with? Just say it, I can agree.” Lam Tri Thuc smiled softly: "No need, just like that
Let's go." "If you have nothing else to do, please go home." Mo Dung Canh thought she had agreed, a look of relief appeared on his face: "One more thing, Thuoc Nguyet has no more relatives in the world, she is considered half of her family, on the day of marriage, let her depart from her hospital." "Okay." Lam Tri Thuc agreed immediately. Mo Dung Canh couldn't help but be stunned, obviously not expecting her to agree so decisively. Looking at her calm profile, a strange feeling arose in his heart. But
Very quickly, he convinced himself that she had finally thought things through and accepted Thuoc Nguyet. The corners of his lips curled up happily: "I know you've always been polite." Receiving Lam Tri Thuc's answer, Mo Dung Canh led his entourage and turned to leave. Lam Tri Thuc looked at the chests filling the yard and instructed the servants in the hospital to move the items into the warehouse. These past few days, Murong Canh arranged people to decorate her royal yard, everywhere was red with joy. Lam Tri Thuc didn't care, just started preparing
was told to leave. In the warehouse, besides the items Mo Dung Canh brought, the remaining things were shared by her with her servants. She only kept two close maids, the rest were paid their prostitution contracts, giving them freedom. On the third day, Murong Canh brought Thuoc Nguyet. He looked at the deserted courtyard and frowned: "Where are the servants in your courtyard?" Lam Tri Thuc said softly: "Anyway, we can't stay for a few more days, so I let them go home." Mo Dung Canh nodded without asking carefully. His eyes stopped on the main room
in the hospital: "Tomorrow, Thuoc Nguyet has to get married from here. Her body is not completely healthy yet, let her stay in the main room. Her body is healthy, staying in the next room is okay." Lam Tri Thuc paused: "Mother Tong is recuperating in the main room, it's inconvenient to move." Thuoc Nguyet promptly spoke up, her voice gentle: "Your Highness, there's no need to do that... I'll be fine in the next room." Mo Dung Canh frowned, disapproving: "She is the main wife, getting married without going from the main room is not according to the rules." "Mother Song
I'm just a servant, how is it reasonable for the servant to stay in the main room, and the master to be in the next room?" He immediately waved his hand to call someone to move. Lam Tri Thuc calmly said: "There is no need for the prince to act, I will move Mother Tong to the next room." She turned around and, along with the only remaining maid in the yard, carried Mother Tong to the next room. Mo Dung Canh arranged things for Thuoc Nguyet and then walked into the next room, looking at her busy back, his voice carrying a bit of guilt: "Today I'll let you stay warm."
brisket. Once you enter the door, I will definitely make it up to you well.” The movements of Lam Tri Thuc's hand did not stop. He was about to open his mouth when a startled cry suddenly came from the main room. Murong Canh's expression immediately changed and he turned and left. Not long after, the sound of footsteps returned. He stood at the door, his expression a bit hasty: "Thuoc Nguyet's uniform was accidentally torn. I remember a long time ago, your grandmother left you a set."