Chapter 3 — Abandoned by the Marquis, I Became the Person Two Young Men Couldn't Compete With

When he was three years old, he fell into the water, leaving him with a cold. Since then, he has rarely left the house. Throughout the capital, there was no lady willing to marry him. Initially, this marriage was planned for Khuong Thu Dao because my father wanted to rely on the reputation of the noble Song family. But now that the Wei Guo Gong palace has extended the olive branch, the sick branch of the Song family naturally no longer catches their eye. Khuong Thu Dao saw me stopping and smiled even more happily.

"I've already discussed it with my mother. Sister, in any case, Tong Tap Tan won't live for a few more years. You'll be beautiful when you marry there. You're a match for the medical woman, it's truly a match made in heaven. Wait two more years, he'll just stretch his legs and you'll die, and you might even be given a father's license plate."

When she said those words, her eyes curved, her eyelashes raised, truly giving off an innocent look. I put down the pestle and raised my head to look at her.

"Okay."

The whole room immediately became quiet. Lam Thi was stunned, Khuong Thu Dao was also stunned, obviously they didn't expect me to agree so decisively.

“You... you really agree?”

Khuong Thu Dao couldn't believe it.

“Are you not causing trouble?”

I glanced at her.

"What is there to cause trouble? The Song family's gate is not low. Marrying there is better than living in the Marquis' Palace all day long, looking at other people's faces."

What's more, I originally wanted to leave Uy Vien Marquis' palace. The Song family is a noble family. Although Tong Tap Tan heard that his body was weak due to illness, it was still better than the Marquis's arbitrary marriage to an old man. If I really can't live anymore, with my martial arts skills, I can climb the wall and leave in the middle of the night, no one can stop me. By the way, you can also see Khuong Thu Dao's good tricks with your own eyes, why not do it? Lam Thi returned to her senses, a bit of contempt appeared on her face. She probably thought I didn't have any bones, picking up something my sister didn't need and still being so happy. She waved her hand.

"If you agree, then it's decided. The engagement party will be held in three days, both families will do it on the same day. You should also go home and prepare early."

I didn't say anything more, bowed and bowed, then turned and returned to the heavenly courtyard. From behind, Khuong Thu Dao's voice sounded sarcastically.

"It's truly something I've never seen before. Picking up a marriage contract I don't need and still consider it a treasure."

My footsteps never stopped, the corners of my lips only slightly curled up. In the end, we still don't know who took on whose burden. The news of the marriage exchange only took half a day to spread throughout the capital. In the tea house, the storyteller immediately wrote a new show called "The Sisters Changed Marriage", adding that the wife of the Uy Vien Marquis's palace criticized the sick son of the Song family, so she pushed the sister that no one wanted to marry to complete the number. Outside on the street, the women gathered in groups, biting melon seeds and cooing for the Song monk. He's the son of the Prime Minister, yet he has to marry a woman who picks up what his sister left behind. I'm lazy to explain. During the day, as usual, we sit for medical examinations, acupuncture, and prescriptions, lazily getting through the day. After we finished, we returned to that tattered yard. I changed into my night clothes and climbed the wall to go outside to find my way. The palace of Thi Lang Bo Ho in the southern citadel has recently received a new round of filial piety. It is said that there are three chests of jade weapons alone. We can clearly find out the shift change time of the guards patrolling his palace before brushing off the dust from his body and returning to the Marquis palace. Passing by the Ve Quoc Cong palace, I stood from afar and took a look. Red silk was hung from above the door. Two gilded lanterns hang high. In front of the door are parked six or seven painted carriages. Servants were bustling in and out transporting things, showing off a great atmosphere. I sat on the opposite porch, munching half a dry cake. Ve Hai Yen's stance looks like this, it doesn't look like getting married, but more like fishing. Unfortunately, that stupid fish Khuong Thu Dao swallowed both the bait and the hook. Early the next morning, as usual, I went to the Thai Medicine Mansion. As soon as I passed through the main gate, medical manager Luu approached me, with a strange look on his face, and stuffed an envelope into my hand.

“Sent by the Song family.”

We open the letter. There are only two lines of text on the paper. The brushstrokes are thin, sharp, and sharp, as if carved into each node of bamboo.