Chapter 1 — He Gave The Wrong Concubine, I Received The Correct Queen's Throne

On the day of giving the bride price, in front of all the guests in the capital, the little general blatantly passed me and handed the crimson marriage certificate into my sister's hand. He calmly said:

"Giving the wrong fate, I hope Miss Lam will forgive me kindly."

The third sister nestled into his arms, looked up at me, and smiled proudly.

"Sister, the general will not marry anyone but you in this life."

My parents gently pulled my sleeve and advised in a low voice:

"Son, take a step back. After all, we are all family."

I just smiled. Smiling and returning the engagement. Return the bride price. Also left the Prime Minister's palace. Three years later. He took his pregnant sister, who was about to give birth, back to the capital. In the middle of Kim Loan's main hall, my sister pointed straight at me, kneeling at the Queen Mother's feet, crying loudly:

"Sister, it's useless for you to accuse me! In the general's heart, there is only you alone!"

The little general also frowned slightly: Lam Thanh Hoan, the Queen Mother's phoenix body is the most important thing, don't continue to cause unreasonable trouble. The whole civil and military court was waiting to see my joke. But they don't know... The noble Queen Mother, mother of all people, sitting in front of me smiled kindly and called out:

"Daughter-in-law... finally everyone is waiting for you to return."

On the day of giving the bride price, Tham Le passed me by. All the guests in the lobby were watching. He held the crimson marriage certificate in his hand, with a gold-plated border and printed with the word Hy. Originally... it should have been placed in the palm of my hand. But he only stopped half a step in front of me. Then he lifted his foot again and walked towards the samadhi standing behind me. Lam Ngoc Dao wore a newly sewn peach dress, with the Dong Chau gemstone that her mother had given her in her hair. She bowed her head, but the corners of her lips could not hide her smile. Tham Le gave the marriage certificate into her hand.

"Giving the wrong fate, I hope Miss Lam will forgive me kindly."

The whole hall was as quiet as paper. My father was holding a cup of tea, his wrists shaking, the hot tea spilling onto his shirt. The mother's face turned pale and she quickly looked towards the guests. No one spoke up. No one dared to laugh first. But those eyes alone... Pity. Enjoy watching plays. And the excitement of waiting to see how we will cry and riot. Lam Ngoc Dao received the marriage certificate and gently leaned into Tham Le's arms.

"Sister, the general will not marry anyone but you in this life."

Her voice is not loud. But just enough for the whole hall to hear clearly.

"I've always loved you. This time... also love you one more time, okay?"

I look at the Dong Chau in her hair. That is the relic my great-grandmother left for me. Last night she cried and asked me to let her wear it for half a day, saying that she would only wear it for half a day and would absolutely not damage my clothes. I even put it in her hair with my own hands. I also said:

"Younger sister looks so beautiful wearing it."

She did not borrow the Dong Chau stone. She borrowed my happy day. Borrow my identity. Borrowing all the predestined relationships that belong to me. Tham Le looked at me, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Miss Lam, Ngoc Dao has taken my flesh and blood."

The mother took a sharp breath. In the passenger row, someone dropped a cup of tea on the ground. Lam Ngoc Dao put her hand on her stomach, her eyes immediately turned red.

"Sister, I didn't intentionally hide it from you."

"It's just... I love you so much."

I laughed softly. Very light laughter. But his father's face immediately changed.

"What are you laughing at?"

Ta looked up at him.

"You laugh at the Prime Minister's family... it really opens people's eyes."

Mother immediately tightened her grip on my wrist.

"Girl, don't make trouble."

"Today, all the guests are present. If you make a big deal out of it, you will lose all face."

I bowed my head and looked at her hand. She squeezed very tightly. The nails are almost completely stuck into my skin. From childhood to adulthood... Always the same. Lam Ngoc Dao cried, I gave in. Lam Ngoc Dao wants, I give. Lam Ngoc Dao causes trouble, I bear the burden. She wants to steal my husband too. Yet my mother still wants me to give in. I look at her.

"If I give in... will she be able to show her face?"

The mother's body is stiff. Father slammed the table and shouted loudly:

"Naughty girl!"

"We're all family, are you determined to force your sister to die?"

Lam Ngoc Dao immediately burst into tears. Tham Le protected her behind, his eyes as cold as a blade.

"Miss Lam, Ngoc Dao's body is weak. If you have resentment, just aim it at me."

I looked at the man and woman in front of me. A man who plunders but is eloquent as a matter of course. A person who protects and calmly has no shame. Suddenly... I'm no longer angry. Not even a trace of anger remained. The fire that has been smoldering in my heart for many years now feels like it's been extinguished by a basin of cold water. Only a pile of ashes remains. I raised my hand and pushed my mother's hand away. She didn't expect me to use force, so she staggered back half a step. Parents immediately became angry.

"You dare push your mother?"

I don't answer. Just walked step by step in front of Tham Le, slowly reaching out his hand.

"Give me the marriage certificate."

Lam Ngoc Dao immediately hugged the marriage letter tightly in her arms.

"Sister... do you still want to rob?"

I just glanced at her.

"The clothes are dirty."

"I don't need it."