Chapter 2 — After Rebirth I Decided to Pretend to Be Stupid

That gaze was like a knife's edge, passing over my face little by little, finally stopping on the trail of drool at the corner of my mouth. "Stupid is good." "What?" "Stupid is simple, has little heart." He turned around and calmly said to the Queen: "Choose her." Oh my god! What strange hobby does Chu Tinh An have?! … On the carriage leaving the palace, I lay down in the carriage, my eyes wide open. Thuy Vi cautiously asked: "Miss, since when were you so dumb and stupid?" "Just now. Threatened by that troublesome guy in the palace." I couldn't be discouraged, I immediately sat up straight and calculated the next step. Chu Tinh An is a person who has made up his mind and will not change his mind. But he values face very much. A prince who is both dumb and stupid, does he really not mind losing face? As long as I continue to play dumb, sooner or later he will regret his decision. Sure enough, the next morning, Chu Tinh An arrived. Thuy Vi hurriedly ran in to tell the news. I was so startled that I sat up, grabbed a handful of mud and smeared it all over my face, then deliberately messed up half of my bun. "Ah ba ba ba!" I tilted my head and smiled innocently, letting the drool flow down. Chu Tinh An stood in front of the hospital gate. The moon-white long robe accentuates his elegant and noble appearance. His eyelids twitched slightly. "Still not cured?" Thuy Vi gritted her teeth and replied: "Your Highness, the slave family's young lady... perhaps yesterday in the palace was frightened by something unclean..." I cooperated with shaking my head vigorously, and deliberately used my finger to wipe the sticky drool on his shirt. Fuck you. "A ba... A ba ba ba!" Chu Tinh An frowned slightly. "What are you talking about, young lady?" Indeed, Thuy Vi deserves to be my confidant. "Miss... what you mean is... I'm an idiot, I don't dare to miss your highness's work." "Huh." He lowered his eyes to look at the hem of his shirt that was smeared with drool, suddenly bent down, and used a handkerchief to gently wipe the corner of my mouth. The movement was extremely gentle. "Fake." He leaned close to my ear, his breath gently passing through my earlobe. "Just continue to pretend." "Pretending to be stupid is a crime of treason, you must exile the nine clans. Your father is the Minister of Rites, the entire Manh family has more than a hundred people..." "Think carefully before A ba continues." Me: "?" Chu Tinh An stood up straight, stuffed the scarf back into his sleeve, and with an indifferent expression went to find my father to discuss the marriage. After Chu Tinh An left. I stood bewildered in the middle of the yard, the mud on my face had already dried into pieces. Could it be that... he discovered that I was pretending to be stupid? I scratched my head and thought. In the end, only one conclusion can be drawn. Huh. There's no way he's that smart. He's just trying to scare me. … The day the decree was issued, the whole capital was shocked. "The third prince really chose a fool to be his prince concubine!" My father was so sad that half of his hair turned white. Mother cried and wet three handkerchiefs. On the day of admission. Chu Tinh An personally came. A dark brocade robe, riding a tall handsome horse, one hundred and sixty-eight gift chests stretching from Chu Tuoc street to Vinh An gate. Obviously the look: "The matter has become a boat-building plank, what can you do to me?" I was upset, picked up the chicken leg and gnawed until my face was full of fat. Thuy Vi couldn't look at her anymore. "Miss, wipe your mouth, you don't look like yourself." "Don't wipe." I said righteously. "Once you wipe it, you won't look like an idiot anymore." "Huh." A cold voice came from outside the door. Chu Tinh An? Why did he come here? I only saw him leaning against the door frame, carrying a package of tar paper in his hand. "Come here." If you tell me to come over, do I have to come over? So do we have any dignity left? Seeing that I didn't move, he walked over and opened the oil paper package. It's braised pork trotters from Hanh Hoa Lau. The layer of red sauce is shiny, the aroma hits straight into the nose. My eyes immediately lit up. In my previous life, I craved this dish the most. Chicken thigh

suddenly lost its taste in my hand. The corners of his lips curled up slightly. "Wasn't there A ba A ba just now?" "What's wrong? Is it that you're even more stupid when you smell the fragrance? Can't A ba be anymore?" I grabbed the piece of pork leg and started gnawing on it. Halfway through eating, Chu Tinh An suddenly spoke up: "Tomorrow is the anniversary of my mother-in-law's death. Follow me into the palace to pay my respects." My movements stopped. "Don't go." As soon as I finished speaking, I regretted it. He smiled faintly. "No more pretending?" "Ah ba! Ah ba ba ba!" I tried my best to shake my head. He snorted softly then stood up and left. When he reached the door, he stopped walking. "Braised pork trotters are delicious when they're still hot. Let them cool down and they'll taste bad." The curtains were slightly lowered. He muttered in a low voice: "Fake is just like the real thing." What a pity. At that time, I was engrossed in enjoying the delicious food so I didn't hear it. … In the end, I still entered the palace. Because my father said that his little heart, which is also my mother, was scared by me to the point that I was in fear every day. The two of them still want to live a few more years. I wore a light-colored dress, a silver brooch, and obediently bowed my head and followed Chu Tinh An. All along the way he didn't say a word. I secretly looked at his back. Why is he even thinner than this time in his previous life? Why don't you eat and drink properly? "Have you seen enough?" He didn't turn his head but his voice was transmitted extremely accurately. I immediately bent down to look at the tip of my shoe. "A ba A ba." In Phung Tien palace. He lit incense, knelt neatly on the cushion, his back straight. I knelt behind him and secretly looked at the tablet engraved with the four words "Thuc Phi Truong Thi". Previous life. In front of the mother-in-law, he always puts a plate of ugly cinnamon rolls. Everything was done by his own hands, without missing a single year. I bowed my head three times in front of the spiritual throne, silently praying in my heart: "Nguyen Thuc, please don't blame me."