Chapter 16 — Female Dong Gia Vengeance

Co Hoai Xuyen got off his horse, took the wooden box and handed it to the servant. "Bring this object back to the servant for examination. If it is indeed the relics of Mrs. Tham, it will be recorded as property in On Tri Y's name." Father smiled bitterly. "You won't let me even give this to him personally?" I let down the curtain of the carriage. "What you personally gave me is only the da.a.o." The wheel grinded across the green stone surface, and the city gate gradually moved away. I don't look back. On the day Chuc Tao district in the capital opened, female official Tham placed my mother's embroidery book on the table. "From today onwards, you sit in this position." In front of the table there was originally an empty place, on the sign were engraved the three words Tham Minh Chau. I put my name card next to it. The old lady sat down in the hall, tears falling onto her staff. Co Hoai Xuyen stood outside the door, looking at the beautiful ladies all over the hall bowing to me. "On Dong Gia." "Master Shen." I heard these two calls echoing in the hall, like a purity that had been delayed for more than ten years had finally reached the ground. I picked up the needle and embroidered the first stitch of the butterfly. It is no longer imprisoned in the Wen family's old house, no longer imprisoned in the family of men. It flew out from the embroidery threads left by my lady, flew through Giang Nam, flew into the capital, and flew into the eyes of all those who looked down on women. Later, Van Thuong's embroideries were hung throughout the palaces, Tham Minh Chau's old case was recorded in official documents, and the Wen family's old house was converted into a women's school.