Chapter 11 — When the General refused to kiss me on my wedding day, I used 10 miles of red pages to buy a royal family

This time, it was even more intense than before, even more wild than before. Like a wild animal that had been suppressed for too long, it finally broke its cage. The clothes on his body, under his rough movements, were quickly torn. Revealing a patch of skin as white as snow. The cold air of the dark night made me unable to help but shiver slightly. His movements momentarily stopped. It seemed that reason had returned in the blink of an eye. But it was only in the blink of an eye. The medicinal power and alcohol had already broken the self-control that he had always prided himself on. I heard him vaguely utter a word. Then, he picked me up and walked quickly towards the interior room connected to the study room. There, is his bed. I was thrown onto the soft mattress by him. The red curtain falls. Separate everything from the outside. Also blocking my last escape route. His tall body fell down. Swallowing my last bit of light. That night was very long. Also very chaotic. We are like a small boat, floating in the middle of a stormy sea, drifting up and down. Only by clinging to him can we avoid being completely torn apart. I don't know when he stopped. I don't know when I fell asleep. I only vaguely remember, towards the end, he seemed to lean close to my ear, over and over again, calling a name.

“A Nguyen…”

“A Nguyen…”

That sound contained pain and longing. I was so tired that I didn't have the strength to open my eyes. Just quietly thinking in my heart, it was extremely cold. Who is A Nguyen? Is it his lost royal concubine? It turns out, I'm just a replacement. A person... who doesn't even deserve a name, can only be treated as another woman when he's in love, to ease his nostalgia, pitiful to the extreme. The next morning, when I woke up, the sky was bright. The place next door is empty and cold. Tieu Huyen Nghi left early. It's like everything last night was just a wild dream. But the pain and traces left on my body clearly remind me. That's not a dream. I sat up and saw a set of clean clothes next to the low chair next to the bed. Along with a bowl of… dark black medicine. I lifted it up and gently sniffed it. It is a post-operative birth control pill. My heart feels like it was stabbed by something. Dull, dense pain. I laughed softly to myself. Laugh at yourself... but still feel the pain. We were just a transaction, weren't we? He gave me the noble status of a royal concubine. I gave him the resources of the Tham family. Last night, it was just an accident. He doesn't want to leave behind any consequences, which is reasonable. I picked up the bowl of medicine, without hesitation, drank it all in one gulp. The bitter taste spreads from the tip of the tongue, gradually penetrating to the bottom of the heart. I put the bowl down. Tri Xuan just walked in carrying hot water. Seeing me, she froze for a moment, then her eyes immediately turned red.

“Your Majesty…”

She saw the undisguised purple marks on my neck. I pulled back my collar, my expression calm.

“I'm okay.”

“Your servant, please wash your face and change your clothes.”

Tri Xuan didn't dare to ask more, so he bowed his head and helped me change my clothes. Just when she saw that the medicine bowl was empty, her hand still couldn't help but tremble a little. After that night, between me and Tieu Huyen Nghi, we fell into a strange silence. Him no longer come to my hospital. I also very naturally did not step foot in his study anymore. During the day, we meet at the dinner table, besides the necessary words, there is almost no extra sentence. At night, he sleeps in his heavenly palace, I sleep in my own room. It was as if... nothing had ever happened. Only Tieu Thua Tu is the only thread connecting us. Every day, he clings to me. Forcing me to read books with him, practice writing, and fly kites. In the royal palace, his clear laughter often rang out. The servants all said that since I arrived, the little prince has become much more active. Even the smile on his face is more than before. Tieu Huyen Nghi looked in his eyes, but did not say anything with his mouth. But his eyes looking at me seemed to soften a bit compared to before. That day, I was teaching Tieu Thua Tu how to paint. He drew a picture with three people on it. A tall man, a gentle woman, and a small child. Three people held hands and ran on the grass. He pointed to the person in the painting and happily spoke to me.

“Concubine mother, viewers.”

“This is the father, this is the man, and this is the son.”

“We are a family.”

I look at that picture, my heart is filled with hundreds of questions. A family? Do we… do that count? I reluctantly smiled and patted his head.

“Thua Tu paints very beautifully.”

Being praised made him even happier.

"When father comes back, I will show it to you!"

At that moment, Da Anh walked in. The look is a bit unusual.

“Your Majesty.”

"The royal family is having a banquet tonight. He will probably be home late."

"Tell you and the little prince not to wait for you to eat."

I nodded.

“I know.”

Da Anh did not leave immediately. He looked at me, as if he wanted to say something again.