Chapter 4 — Brother Wanted To Harm Me, I Gave Him A Gift

Tong Chieu Da raised his hand to pat her head, but she gently dodged it. He stopped, stunned.

"Brother Chieu Da."

Lam Thu Y's sparkling, watery eyes looked up at him, gentle as water:

"I received the letter you sent me and came back immediately."

Tong Chieu Da frowned:

"I've never... written a letter..."

One move ahead. In this chess game, who will fall into the trap in the end?

"… Just a little maid."

The whole garden burst into a stir of surprise. She bowed her head, then raised it again, sparkling tears falling - each drop seemed to hit the hearts of many men present there. I squinted and saw that many noblemen couldn't hold back their infatuated looks, their eyes filled with pity. After all, she is not only the number one beauty in Kim Lang, but also a talented woman famous throughout the Jiangnan region. Enough people have arrived... The show should begin. Tong Chieu Da grabbed Lam Thu Y's hand and dragged her to the lotus pond.

“Brother Chieu Da, you hurt me…”

Lam Thu Y tried to pull her hand out of his hand.

“Thu Y, listen to my explanation!”

Tong Chieu Da suddenly woke up and quickly let go. Lam Thu Y immediately took half a step back, that action made his body seem to stop in mid-air. In the blink of an eye, she threw herself into Giang Hac Lam's arms, tears falling like rain:

“Brother Hac Lam, what they said… is it true?”

Giang Hac Lam patted her back to reassure her and turned his head to glance at Tong Chieu Da, his eyes full of provocation. Tong Chieu Da's face was so dark that it could be dripping with water. What a… good play. I gently took a sip of peach wine, the fragrance lingered on my lips, barely covering the faint smile at the corner of my mouth. That letter "written by Tong Chieu Da himself" was completed by me, who worked hard for three nights and stayed up, meticulously imitating his handwriting. In my previous life, in order to please Tong Chieu Da, I diligently copied letters for him for half a year, just hoping he could glance at me and appreciate me. The result was an ice-cold statement:

"You... can never be as good as Thu Y."

“Miss Tuyet Ngam, is this play… interesting to watch?”

A lazy voice rang out from behind, mixed with a hint of laziness. It's Tan Tu Chuoc. Before I could turn my head, his breath fell from the back of my neck. The crimson figure was like a flame, passing by my sleeve, carrying the scent of pine mixed with warm wine. My whole body stiffened for a moment, but I quickly forced myself to calm down and pretended to be confused and asked:

"What are you talking about, Young Master Qin? I really... don't understand."

He smiled softly, his voice low, his lips almost touching my ear:

"Imitate Tong Chieu Da's autograph, soon summon Lam Thu Y to return to the capital."

"For White Moon Light to see with her own eyes the person she loved betraying her... was truly a murderous blow."

My heart rate suddenly became disordered. He… how did he know? I quietly lowered my eyes, and a cold thought suddenly flashed through my mind: Or should I just... kill him? But very quickly, another thought crept in. He... his skills are really not bad. Compared to Tong Chieu Da, he is much stronger. … A bit reluctant to take action.

“What are you thinking?”

Tan Tu Chuoc seemed to have discovered a difference in my eyes and suddenly lifted my chin, forcing me to face him. I waved my hand away, the corners of my lips curled slightly, revealing a mischievous smile. Gently tapered fingers pointed at him, full of hints. He bent down, his body close, his nose almost touching the tip of mine, his hot breath carrying the scent of wine and pine wood blowing straight into his face. The air was suddenly as tense as a piano string. On one side is a look that hides murderous intent. On one side is a dangerous man who is gradually approaching. Brain scale? Charming? Or… play a bigger game together?

“Young Master Qin, that debauchery… has truly fooled so many people.”

I raised my eyebrows provocatively and spoke calmly. He laughed, his eyes deep:

"Some eight ounces, some half a pound."

"Outsiders all praise the Jiang family for being dignified and virtuous, the model of all women. But today, seeing it with their own eyes..."

He deliberately prolonged his voice, his eyes like sharp blades glaring straight at me, carrying a clear tease. In my previous life... It was those four words "gentleness and virtue" that became the chains that bound my whole life. Because of "gentleness and virtue", I endured Tong Chieu Da's coldness for three long months. For the sake of being "gentle and virtuous", I swallowed bitterly when Lam Thu Y tormented me time and time again right in front of him. For the sake of being "gentle and virtuous", I also had to wipe away all the concubines for him in the back room and other rooms.