Chapter 2 — Back to the Day of the Queen Mother's Marriage, This Time I Repented on the Spot, the Dowager was stunned

Something was rolling fiercely in the depths of his eyes, but in the end it was still forced down by him, leaving only a thin layer of ice on his face. I looked straight into his eyes for three seconds. In my previous life, I never dared to look straight at him like that. For three years, I bowed my head and looked at him, even breathing was afraid of bothering him. In this life, I forcefully forced my tears back and said each word clearly:

"The goddess said - in this life, other than Marquis Vinh Xuong, she will never marry anyone else."

The Queen Mother put down the teacup and her voice became a bit deeper:

“Do you know what you're talking about?”

“Goddess knows.”

“Whoever is in charge, do you want to refute it?”

"This goddess does not dare to refute the Queen Mother's words, it's just that... love is so deep that it is difficult to end it, this goddess would rather die than obey."

This word is too heavy to say. The Queen Mother's face became completely unsightly, the mother next to her kept blinking and signaling, and several maids below also began to raise their heads to discuss. I knelt on the ground without moving, my knees were sore and numb, and the sweat on my back soaked the layer of traditional medicine inside. But I'm not afraid. I was afraid enough in my previous life. Fear of the Queen Mother. Afraid of Tham Nghien Chi. So scared that he forced himself into death row. In this life we have nothing to fear anymore. A person has already died once, what is there to fear? At that moment, I heard another voice ring out. From the military generals, it brought with it a bit of laziness and carelessness, mixed with a bit of unexpectedness.

“Queen Mother, I… wish.”

Marquis Vinh Xuong stood up. Marquis Vinh Xuong's name is Bui Hoai. In my previous life, I didn't have much of a relationship with him. I only knew that he came from a martial arts family. He was tall, had a rough personality, and was always at odds with the civil servants at court. Young people like Tham Nghien Chi all despised him, saying he was vulgar and rustic. He was also not suitable, always scolding the literati and scholars as bookworms who were harming the country. Both sides look at each other unfavorably, river water does not violate well water. At this moment, he stood in the row of martial artists, nearly half a head taller than the person next to him, his arms crossed over his chest, a faint smile hanging at the corner of his lips. That smile didn't look like it had been thought through carefully in advance. On the contrary, it was like standing in the middle of watching the excitement, suddenly being caught up in this, and then feeling a bit interesting. The Queen Mother looked at him for a few breaths.

“Marquis Vinh Xuong, where do you think this is?”

“The Queen Mother calms down.”

Bui Hoai clasped his hands and bowed, his posture so casual that it was like he was standing in his own yard.

"I didn't expect that a flower feast would reward a wife."

"But if people have opened their mouths in front of so many people, and I still have to keep my head down and not dare to say a word, how can I lead soldiers in the future?"

Some people couldn't help but burst out laughing, then immediately hurriedly covered their mouths. The Queen Mother's face became increasingly gloomy. Tham Nghien Chi didn't say another word, but I could feel his eyes still firmly fixed on my back, like a small and cold needle, making me feel cold. Finally, the Queen Mother waved her hand:

"Today's matter, let's discuss it later. Everyone, please disperse."

The marriage proposal hasn't been finished yet, nor has it been taken back, just hanging there like that. I bowed my head in gratitude, then stood up on both feet already weak, the maid next to me quickly reached out to support me. The crowd gradually dispersed. I bowed my head and walked out. When I reached the bend next to fake mountain, my way was blocked. Tham Nghien Chi stood there. Behind him were two entourage, but he only gently waved his hand to signal them to retreat, leaving only him standing in front of me.

“To Van Duong.”

He called both my full name and my full name, his voice forced down extremely low, as if he was trying to endure something. I stopped walking, but did not raise my head.

“Today you said those words, who taught you?”

I heard my own voice, much calmer than I imagined:

“No one taught me.”

“Before you…” He paused for a moment, seemingly considering his words, “before you weren't like that.”

Before, I bowed my head in agreement, he told me to go east, I absolutely did not dare to go west. Before, when I personally stewed the soup for him, he didn't bother to look at it and gave it directly to Lam Bich Hanh.