Chapter 5 — Two Lifetimes to Be Perfect

Thinking that, a smile appeared on his face again, he raised his voice to tell everyone: "Tri Thuc is not well, today only Thuoc Nguyet is married." The guests looked at each other, but fearing Mo Dung Canh's identity, no one dared to speak up. The banquet was bustling again, everyone raised their glasses and exchanged wine until late at night. In the cave, red candles burned high. Mo Dung Canh carefully lifted Thuoc Nguyet's headscarf, gently held her hand, and sat down next to her. Thuoc Nguyet blushed and leaned softly on his shoulder: "My lord, I'm so happy, I can finally marry you." Murong Canh lowered his head to look at her, the candlelight reflecting on her face. For some reason, Lam Tri Thuc's face suddenly appeared before his eyes. He instinctively thought, if this happy outfit were worn on Lam Tri Thuc, what would it look like? Thuoc Nguyet's hand gently brushed the hem of his shirt, her voice was both soft and gentle: "My lord, the moment of spring..." Mo Dung Canh suddenly grabbed her hand tightly. Facing Thuoc Nguyet's surprised eyes, he took a deep breath and smiled gently: "Her body is not completely healthy yet, there is no need to rush this matter, the days ahead will still be long." Thuoc Nguyet was slightly stunned, but still obediently nodded. Mo Dung Canh patiently coaxed Thuoc Nguyet to sleep. I don't know how much time passed before he closed his eyes, but he had a dream. In the dream, when he woke up and announced that he wanted to marry Thuoc Nguyet, Lam Tri Thuc did not comply like now, but used his kindness to force him to carry out the engagement. She wore that crimson outfit and worshiped with him. The outfit she wore suited her so well. But the moment she turned around, her face turned into Thuoc Nguyet. Lam Tri Thuc stood at the door, looking at him expressionlessly, then without turning around, turned and left. Murong Canh woke up, her heart was beating like a drum, her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and it took a long time for her breathing to calm down. He looked at Thuoc Nguyet who was sleeping soundly next to him and lay down again, but couldn't sleep anyway. As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the back of Lam Tri Thuc leaving in his dream, making him uneasy. The next morning, when Murong Canh woke up, her movements were very gentle, but Thuoc Nguyet next to her was still awake. She rubbed her eyes and leaned forward: "My lord, I have to go see my mother today. I'm a bit scared. Can you come with me?" Mo Dung Canh patted the back of her hand to reassure her: "Mother is very good, I won't make things difficult for you. There's still something to do in the palace, I'll come back a little later and be by your side." Having finished speaking, he hurried out the door, leading his entourage straight to Lam Tri Thuc's hospital. Pushing open the hospital gate, in the yard there were still traces of the excitement of yesterday's big wedding, red silk hanging in the hallway, firecrackers falling all over the ground but no one was cleaning up. He walked to the next room, pushed the door open, it was empty inside, the blankets and mattresses on the bed were neatly arranged, clearly no one was there. An uneasy feeling rose in Murong Canh's heart, making his chest feel frustrated. He said in a low voice to his entourage: "Go find her! She's just a girl, and she's bringing along a mother with inconvenient legs, where can she go?" The entourage received orders to leave. In less than two hours, they ran back, their voices fearful: "Your Highness, let's look around. Someone at the tea house said that yesterday they saw a carriage with green curtains passing through the alley next to Miss Lam's courtyard." "We asked the guards at the city gate. There was indeed a carriage with documents leaving the city, going straight to Jiangnan." “Jiangnan?” Mo Dung Canh was stunned, then breathed a sigh of relief. Lam Tri Thuc's uncle is taking office in Giang Nam. Maybe she was angry so she ran to her uncle to comfort her. She lost her parents when she was young, and her uncle was the only close elder. It was only natural that she should bear the resentment and then rely on her. Thinking like that, the uneasy feeling in his heart slowly subsided, he turned around and returned to the prince's palace. But as soon as he reached the front door, he suddenly heard the sound of objects breaking inside. His hand was placed on the door frame. Before he could push in, he heard Thuoc Nguyet's voice. That voice was shrill and sharp, without any of its usual softness and weakness. "Lam Tri Thuc is so despicable! On the surface, he pretends not to compete, but on the surface he pretends not to compete

I'm so sorry, I don't know what tricks I used behind my back to capture my soul!" "I intentionally fell into the trap of slandering you, spreading those rumors so that the crown prince would hate, punish and beat you, yet you were still able to make the crown prince leave me behind on the second day after the wedding to go look for you!" "It seems that I can only completely destroy her, then no one can shake my position." “Miss, don't blame me. If you want to blame me, blame the person who has to compete with me for the same man." Every word and sentence clearly hit Mo Dung Canh's ears. He stiffened in front of the door, the blood all over his body seemed to freeze in an instant, and his mind was pounding. It turns out that Thuoc Nguyet falling into the water was not pushed by Lam Tri Thuc at all, even the previous rumors were not related to Lam Tri Thuc? All of these are miserable and humiliating plots written by Thuoc Nguyet alone. He always thought that Thuoc Nguyet was weak and inferior, while Lam Tri Thuc was arrogant and arbitrary.