The Beauty Who Can Only Tell the Truth

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I am the foremost beauty in the capital. None of the noble young lords dare take me as their principal wife, yet all want to make me a concubine—silence me and hide me away in a gilded tower. Because I suffer from a strange affliction: I can only speak the truth, and every word I say is shocking, often angering others until their hearts ache. The Sixth Prince, Tiêu Văn Thịnh, acted fastest, requesting an imperial decree to take me as his secondary consort. After I entered the prince's estate, Thịnh Vương gripped my face and said through gritted teeth: “If not for this face, that mouth of yours would have gotten you killed a hundred thousand times over.” I sneered: “What? Sixth Brother, do you still want to poison me mute?” Tiêu Văn Thịnh: “Good idea.”