Chapter 6 — Forced Kiss

The tea cup in Mrs. Tham's hand hit the edge of the table, making a crisp sound. "Fake? Nonsense! On the periodic document there is the Tham family seal, and there is also an old letter from that year of the Marquis Palace's appointment, how could it be fake?" The errand boy did not dare to raise his head: "Lord Lieu only said to ask the young master to immediately go to the Ministry of Rites to explain." Tham Nghien suddenly looked at me: "Did you do it?" I spread my hand: "I've always been in the Tham residence's kitchen making breakfast. Master Tham is blind, are all the people of the Tham residence also blind?" Tan Tran immediately said: "I testify, An Ninh was bullied at your house for more than half a day, even a cup of hot tea was enough to make up for it. How did she find the time to go to the Ministry of Rites?" Mrs. Tham stared at me, as if she wanted to dig something out of my face. "Minh Ninh, marriage is not a joke. If you send people to the Ministry of Rites to disrupt it, it will only make both families unsightly." I asked back: "Mrs. Shen, the Tham family secretly stamped the marriage certificate behind the bride's family's back, isn't it unsightly?" She choked. Tham Nghien tried to resist and said: "Mom, don't rush, I'll go to the Ministry of Rites. Maybe some servant made a mistake." Lam Van Duong quickly stepped forward: "Brother A Nghien, I'll go with you." Tham Nghien looked at her, his voice softened: "You stay, don't let people bully you again." This is for us to hear. I smiled and did not answer. The more urgent he is, the less urgent I am. Tham Nghien strode out, Mrs. Tham could no longer worry about the banquet, so Mother Hua helped her chase after her. The new guests looked at each other. The round-faced lady put down her chopsticks and came to my side: "Miss Tong, didn't you really call someone to the Department of Rites?" I looked at her: "How do you feel, ma'am?" She smiled wryly twice: "I'm just asking." Tan Tran lowered his voice: "You haven't really made arrangements in advance, have you?" I picked up the hot tea and took a sip. "Today, the Tham family clearly wants to force me, but I am not molded mud." Tan Tran's eyes lit up: "Who are you arranging?" I don't answer. Because I also want to know who made the first move from the Ministry of Rites. I actually told Xuan Dao before leaving the door to pass on the word, instructing the Marquis Palace administrator to monitor the Tham family's movements. But from the Tham residence to the Ministry of Rites, the news did not travel so quickly. Unless the Ministry of Rites already has someone waiting for the Tham family. As soon as this thought occurred, someone came outside the door. A young man wearing a gray shirt walked into the flower hall, carrying a wooden box in his hand. He bowed to me, completely polite. "Miss Song, the homeowner told the servant to bring the things." The eyes in the flower hall simultaneously fell on the wooden box. I recognize him. He is the son of the administrator of the Giang family in my mother's family, Giang Binh. The Giang family is in the aromatherapy business, and many ladies in the capital use the Giang family's incense. Before my mother went to the temple, she said that if there is an urgent matter, you can find aunt from the Giang family. But I didn't expect the Giang family to act so quickly. I took the wooden box: "What else did the homeowner say?" Giang Binh said: "The homeowner said, you don't need to rush back to the Marquis Palace. If the Tham family wants to act, just let them do it all. Just don't put the stage above your head." Tan Tran clapped his hands: "I like to hear this." Lam Van Duong stood not far away, his face not looking good. The maid next to her whispered: "Miss, why is Giang family also intervening?" Lam Van Duong immediately glared at her. I opened the wooden box, inside I placed some old papers. The top sheet is a thank you letter that Mrs. Tham personally wrote to my mother seven years ago. In the letter, it was clearly written, thanking the Marquis for giving the formula, praying that the two families would marry, Tham Nghien would not betray Tong Minh Ninh in this life, and absolutely would not marry someone else. There is also a sheet of commitment that the year the Tham family proposed marriage, with fingerprints. Before I said anything, Lam Van Duong suddenly walked away

came. "Miss Tong, why are you taking out these old papers? The relationship between people should not be calculated so clearly." I closed the box: "Are you afraid?" She forced a smile: "What am I afraid of? I just feel that a woman who is too calculating will easily lose her luck." Tan Tran's eyes widened: "You have good fortune, are you planning to go to someone else's fiance's bedside?" Lam Van Duong's face turned pale: "Miss Qin, how can you humiliate my innocence like that?" Tan Tran put her hands on her hips: "Are you pure? If you are pure, then don't wear someone else's wedding ring, don't call someone's fiance A Nghien big brother, don't open your mouth to worship the same husband. Don't you feel ashamed when taking advantage, but when you get scolded, do you remember your purity?" In the flower hall, there were a few ladies who couldn't help but nod. When Lam Van Duong saw it, she immediately shed tears again. "I know you all look down on me. I live at someone's house, and I have no right to compete at all. If brother A Nghien hadn't pitied me, I would rather live my whole life as an ancient Buddha and not be in the eyes of Miss Song." I looked at her crying skillfully and suddenly asked: "So do you want to come into the hut?" Her crying stopped. I said seriously: "Tinh An hermitage outside the city is pure and the abbot is also good. I can pay for the incense oil on your behalf." Tan Tran burst out laughing. Lam Van Duong's face was sometimes red and sometimes white.