Chapter 9 A Smile from Her, and Everything Seems to Fall into Place

The old imperial doctor sighed as he shook his head. Mộ Yến silently gazed at the fragile Hàn Vy snowflower in the wind, its petals falling one by one, carrying his thoughts as they flew southward...

He silently watched Lan Đình Tự, desolate before him. Every word, every sentence, seemed etched into his heart. Despite his hesitation, he still lacked the courage to face the heartbreaking truth. A lifetime, long and endless. The snow had stopped falling, and the dream had become even more beautiful, but the awakening was even more painful. Lý Gong Gong gently reminded.

"Your Majesty, Lan Phu Nhân will leave the palace tomorrow. You..."

He simply shook his head, smiling faintly. All the happiness he had stolen in the past was finally coming to an end. It seemed it was time to send her back to where she truly belonged.

The night spread over the desolate palace, and everything wore a veil of sadness. The night was filled with bittersweet longing, and a smile from her seemed to clear up everything.

The Fragrance of Nữ Nhi Hồng wine Spreads...

"Lan Nhi, I hope in the next life we never meet again..."

The cold night wind blew over the withered pear branches, and the fragrance of incense drifted across the Phù Dung courtyard, filling the air with a faint, melancholic sigh...

"This food is not even as good as that of the servants in the palace. What is the Bình Lăng dukeness trying to do?"

The female servant smiled and spoke, seemingly not taking the princess seriously.

" Highness, please forgive me. The young master is kind-hearted and doesn't want the common people to suffer. The rice and soup are simple but are meant to bring blessings to future generations. Please, Highness, show mercy."

"Do you still think you're a princess?"

A soft mocking laugh echoed, and all eyes seemed to turn toward her...

Mộ Thanh Thư silently turned, her beautiful face smiling gently, as she lightly touched the beautiful painting at the corner of the room.

"Master Triệu truly is fortunate, a beautiful hidden gem in a golden house."

She smiled faintly.

"LiênTâm, throw everything that doesn't belong to my sister out."

Mộ Thanh Thư gently leaned against the chair, softly massaging her temples. Her beautiful, delicate face glowed softly under the dim candlelight... The haunting sounds of screams echoed in her ears; how many times had she heard the words "The Highness, forgive me"? The suffocating atmosphere seemed unbearable... Mộ Thanh Thư's smile was laced with sarcasm. Her beautiful eyes, tinged with a cold, endless light, stared into the trembling servant's face as her pale, soft hand brushed across the woman's cheek...

"Your Highness, Your Highness... It's bad... It's bad... In the East... In the East... Something happened at Phù Dung courtyard. Someone... Someone... Dared to escape with a strange man..."