Chapter 2 — Forget Them All, We'll Live Better Again

I looked at the man, then looked at the teenager. A Dan said I have a husband. But I didn't say I had such a big child. I'm a little panicked. My mind was empty, I only remembered one sentence that A Dan taught me yesterday. She said, I am the owner of this court, anyone who makes me unhappy can be kicked out. I took a deep breath and stood up. Then stepped one foot on the top of the man's boots.

“All of you get out.”

The man did not move. I then added one more sentence:

“Especially you, your face is so black, you're scaring my ants.”

Only later will we know. The black-faced man's name is Luc Hoai Nghien. Is the Regent Prince of Great Zhou. Just one sentence is enough to shock the court. But I stepped on his foot and told him to get out. When A Dan said this, his face turned pale. I also feel that I am very useful. It was so beneficial that I didn't dare eat too much that night. I'm afraid that if I'm full, I won't be able to run when I'm dragged outside and beheaded. But Luc Hoai Nghien did not cut me. He just looked at me coldly for a long time. Looking at it makes my spine numb. Finally he said:

“Tham Tri Vi, do you think that if you pretend to be crazy, this king will pity you?”

I want to say I'm not pretending. But looking at his face, I felt that talking was useless. He continued:

"For many years she has enjoyed enough glory in the Royal Palace, it is time to return the things that do not belong to her."

“Return what?”

“Position of the Royal Highness.”

His tone was very calm, but it was like a knife cutting through stone.

"That year, if it wasn't for her father's greed for power and stuffing her into a palanquin midway, the person sitting in this position today would have been A Dao."

It was Miss Song. I made an "oh" sound. Turns out he wanted my position. I asked again:

“If we pay, where will we stay?”

It seemed like Luc Hoai Nghien didn't expect me to ask like that, he frowned slightly.

“The mansion in the west of the city.”

“Is there food there?”

“Can I take A Dan with me?”

His eyebrows furrowed even tighter, as if his patience had reached the limit.

“Tham Tri Vi, don't you have anything else to say?”

I seriously thought for a moment.

“Is there a cinnamon tree in the villa?”

The yard fell silent again. Luc Hoai Nghien was so angry that he burst out laughing.

"Sure enough, she hasn't repented even half a bit."

He waved his sleeve and left. The young man followed behind him, before leaving he turned to look at me, his eyes cold as ice.

"Mother, you disappointed me before. Even more so now."

I was stunned. It calls me mother. But in that word "mother" there is not the slightest bit of intimacy. It's like ordering an old eyesore. A Dan walked over and took my hand. That's when I realized my fingers were shaking. I asked her:

“Is he really my son?”

A Dan replied softly:

"The little crown prince is not your biological son. That year, it was you who picked him up in the snow. He was only 3 years old at that time, with a fever so bad that he could barely breathe. It was you who hugged him and knelt all night, begging the doctor to save him."

I heard it but was confused.

“So why does it hate me?”

A Dan's eye sockets turned red again.

“Because people's hearts will change.”

That statement is too complicated. I don't understand. When I took the medicine that night, I almost vomited. That bowl of medicine was both fishy and bitter, as if a pond had been boiled dry Rotten water then pour it all into the bowl. I covered my nose and asked:

“Why do I have to drink this?”

“For healing.”

She did not answer. The candlelight in the room swayed slightly, and I saw a new wound on the back of her hand. Like being cut by a piece of porcelain. I asked her if she was in pain. She shook her head. Then he turned his back to me and secretly wiped away his tears. My heart suddenly felt choked. So I said in a low voice:

"Ah Dan, don't cry anymore. Tomorrow I will give you the chicken thighs."

Finally, A Dan also laughed. Laugh then cry again. Three days later, the letter of reconciliation was delivered. It was not Luc Hoai Nghien who came personally. It's the mama in charge next to him. That ghost's surname was Tu, the corners of his eyes were slanted, and every time he looked at others, his eyes always carried three parts of contempt. She placed a scroll of documents on the table.

“Your Highness... no, Miss Tham, the Royal Family has already told you, as long as you give your fingerprint, from now on the Royal Palace and you will no longer have anything to do with it, it's settled.”

At that time I was playing in the mud. A Dan found me a small pot, I'm planning to shape a fat duck. Seeing my hands covered in mud, Mama Tu took a half step back in disgust.

“As expected, they are the type of people who cannot step into luxury.”

I raised my head to look at her.

“What did you just say?”