Chapter 13 — When the General refused to kiss me on my wedding day, I used 10 miles of red pages to buy a royal family

"Are you full, Thua Tu? If you're full, I'll tell mom to take you to take a bath and rest."

He obediently nodded.

“I'm full.”

Tieu Thua Tu left, and I was alone in the room. Empty and cold. I leaned against the window sill, looking up at the moon hanging in the middle of the sky, its cold silver light spread, making my mind feel lost, my soul following it, drifting to nowhere. It turns out that under the full moonlight, there are also dark corners that cannot be seen. There are also wounds in my heart that cannot be soothed. I originally thought that Tieu Huyen Nghi would not return tonight. Or it will be very late before returning. Unexpectedly, not long after the hour of the Pig, I heard movement outside the hospital. It was Da Anh helping him back. He drank a lot of alcohol. Her steps staggered, her whole body reeked of alcohol. Da Anh helped him to the front door of the main room and bowed to me.

“Your Highness, your Royal Highness is already drunk.”

“Sorry, caretaker.”

Having finished speaking, he immediately knew the intention to retreat. I looked at Tieu Huyen Nghi, who was so drunk that he passed out, and a wave of sadness arose in my heart. I don't want to control him. We are just a partnership. I have no obligation to take care of a drunkard. What's more, this drunkard was drunk because of another woman. I turned around, intending to return to my room. He seemed to feel something again. Suddenly grabbed my wrist tightly. The force is amazingly great. He whispered softly, his voice carrying weakness and pleading.

“A Nguyen… don't leave me…”

It's this name again. Like a thorn, fiercely piercing my heart. I used all my strength to push his hand away.

"Look clearly! I'm not A Nguyen!"

“I am Tham Nguyet Kien!”

It was as if he hadn't heard. Just stubbornly held my hand and refused to let go. He slowly raised his head. Those beautiful eyes, under the moonlight, were covered with a layer of moisture. In it is a deep, unresolvable sadness and despair that we have never seen before. He just looked at me like that. Looked for a long, long time. Then, he laughed. Laughter is more unsightly than crying.

“You are not her…”

“She is dead…”

“It was me… I killed her with my own hands…”

My whole body shook strongly. What did he just say? With his own hands... killed To Nguyen? What is this? Isn't it said that To Nguyen is dead? He seemed extremely drunk. All defenses have been dropped. He held my hand, as if grasping the last straw to save my life. Interrupted, started raving.

“It's all because of me… it's all because of me…”

“If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have died…”

“It's me who's useless… unable to protect her… nor able to protect our child…”

They… have another child? My mind is a mess.

“I shouldn't have brought you to the palace… I shouldn't…”

“It's all my fault…”

He repeated these sentences over and over again. Tears, from the corners of his red eyes, fell silently. A man holding the heavens and the earth. A king with power over the court. At this moment, I cry like a helpless child. My heart, for some reason, was squeezed so tight it hurt. All the sadness and resentment inside me disappeared with his hot tears. I don't struggle anymore. Let him hold my hand. I helped him and put him on the bed. Take off his coat and shoes, cover him carefully with a blanket. I'll wring out a hot towel, wipe your face, wipe your hands him. He was still uneasy, his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth constantly calling that name.

“A Nguyen…”

I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him. Look at his handsome but painful face in his sleep. In my heart, for the first time, a ray of pity arose. This man carries too many things on his shoulders. So much so that he was about to crush himself. As if possessed by a ghost, I slowly reached out my hand. Wanting to relax his furrowed eyebrows. My fingertips just touched his skin. He suddenly opened his eyes again. Those eyes, so clear, did not look like a drunk person at all. He just looked at me quietly. The eyes are complex, difficult to predict. I was startled, as if burned, and immediately withdrew my hand.

“Your Majesty… you… are you awake?”

He didn't answer me. Just look at me, slowly asking word by word.

“Did you hear those words just now?”

His eyes were alert, sharp. There's still half a portion of drunkenness left. My heart was shocked, and I instantly understood. He is pretending to be drunk. Or to be more precise, he had never been so drunk that he passed out. Everything just now - the weakness, the tears, the delirious words... He intentionally told me. Exploring me? Or is there another purpose? A layer of cold sweat immediately broke out on my back. This man's heart is unfathomably deep. I lowered my eyes, hiding all my emotions. The sound returned to its usual calmness.

“What is the king saying?”

"Are you saying that you killed the first princess, or are you saying that you two have another child?"

I intentionally spoke frankly. Throw the problem back.