Chapter 1 — After My Father Inducted Seven Nuns, They Immediately Prepared Me A Timetable

My father brought in seven concubines at once. The whole capital was waiting to see how a woman like me would be bullied. But on the first day the concubines stepped into the palace, no one fought for favors, nor did anyone cry or cause trouble. Seven people surrounded me, sitting in a circle. The great nun asked:

“Do you know how to read the books?”

Second Concubine asked:

“Are you stable on horseback?”

Tam Di Nuong asked:

“Are you good at arguing?”

I shook my head. All seven nuns sighed at the same time. The great aunt put the abacus in her hand down on the table.

“This child, we have to make up for it.”

The year my mother passed away, I had just turned thirteen years old. The person passed away very peacefully. The night before, he still stroked my hair and said gently:

“An Ninh, don't be afraid of anything in the future.”

Early the next morning, the person was no more. The whole palace was engulfed in tears. My father knelt in front of the shrine and did not get up all day and night. At that time, I originally thought that he would never remarry in this lifetime. Anyway, the relationship between him and his mother was famous throughout the capital. My mother came from a wealthy family. That year she married my father. Many people said she climbed high. At that time, my father was just a young general with a tough personality. Whoever said a word, he immediately came to the door to argue. Later, he achieved glorious victories and was appointed Marquis of Dinh Vien. Those who once criticized me immediately changed their tune, saying that my mother was destined to be lucky. My mother didn't get angry when she heard it, she just smiled and said:

"I don't know whether it's a good fate or not, but you're a good person."

My father was not happy when he heard that.

“What is temporary?”

His mother glanced at him:

“Praising you.”

So my father immediately became obedient. At that time, we always felt that our parents would always be like that. Until his mother fell ill and passed away. The palace was silent for three months. My father lost a lot of weight and spoke less and less. Every day I stay in my mother's yard to guard, with only an old mother and two maids next to me. Everyone outside says I'm pitiful. When I was young, I lost my mother, and the Marquis of Dinh Vien only had me as his daughter. Later, the stepmother walked in the door, not knowing how much humiliation and resentment she had to endure. After hearing it a lot, fear gradually arises in my heart. But what I didn't expect was that my stepmother couldn't wait. What I'm waiting for are seven concubines. When the news reached the palace, I was offering fruit and flowers in front of my mother's altar. The butler stood outside the door, looking like he had just been struck by lightning.

“Miss, the Marquis has returned.”

I quietly said "yes".

“And bring someone back.”

The butler moved his lips, his expression extremely complicated:

“Seven concubines.”

The tangerine in my hand immediately rolled to the ground. I was stunned for a long time. Then he immediately picked up his skirt and ran straight to the front of the hospital. My father is standing in the main hall. He wore a dark-black civilian outfit, his eyebrows were quiet, and no emotions could be seen on his face. Behind him are seven women standing in a row. Each person looks completely different. The first person wore a light blue dress, had a gentle and gentle appearance, and held an abacus in her hand. The second person wore a neat, narrow-sleeved shirt, a horsewhip on his waist, and his eyes were so sharp that they were even scarier than my father's. The third person is wearing a dress red, the corners of her lips always smiling, waving a round fan in her hand. Every time I look at another person, my eyes seem to be able to see deep into the other person's heart. The fourth person was dressed in simple white clothes, carrying a medicine box on his back. His expression was pale and calm as water. The fifth person was dressed most brilliantly, each eyebrow and corner of his eyes carried a seductive look, as if he had just stepped off the theater stage. The sixth person wore the most simple clothes, but the cuffs of his shirt were embroidered with extremely delicate patterns. The seventh person was the youngest, holding a thick stack of books in his arms, his eyes were bright and sparkling, full of spiritual energy. I look at them, they also look at me. The main hall was unusually quiet. My father coughed softly.

“An Ninh, come here.”

I don't move.

“Who are those girls?”