Chapter 4 — He Gave The Wrong Concubine, I Received The Correct Queen's Throne

I look at her.

"My things are missing, of course I have to come by myself."

A look of confusion appeared on the mother's face.

"We're all one family, there's no difference between what's mine or what's mine."

The female official said in a cold voice:

"Madam, please be careful with your words."

"The Queen Mother has already issued an edict, everything is in the name of the eldest daughter of the Lam family, not even one item is missing."

Mother's face is sometimes blue and sometimes white. We entered the warehouse. Several large chests left by my maternal grandparents were placed in a corner. The locks have all been replaced. The female official sent someone to break the lock. The first chest contains cloth. The second chest contains jewelry. The third chest... Half empty. I squatted down, raised my hand and felt a layer of newly laid velvet fabric at the bottom of the chest. Beneath the velvet layer there are still old traces. There should have been a long box there.

"Where is the mahogany box?"

Mother's fingers trembled slightly.

"Which purple wooden box?"

I look at her. She immediately avoided my eyes. The female official opened the comparison book.

"The catalog clearly states: a long box made of mahogany wood, inside there are three old books, twelve pieces of silver and a bronze lock."

Mother's lips moved slightly.

"They're all old things, not worth much money."

I burst out laughing.

"Not worth the money..."

"So where is it?"

Her tears fell again.

"Daughter, mother is also helpless."

"Ngoc Dao has had a weak body since childhood, but the Tham family values face."

"It can't be too simple to marry there."

"So... mother only took a little for him to add to his dowry."

The two words "a little" were in her mouth. It's the last bit of memento my great-grandmother left for me. I stood up.

"Bring it back."

The mother cried and shook her head.

"Ngoc Dao has worn it, used it, how can I get it back?"

"You now have the Queen Mother's back, why do you need to fight over these dead things with her?"

I stared at her. Suddenly asked:

"What about the Dong Chau pill?"

She paused.

"Vien Dong Chau, the day she gave the bride price, she wore it in her hair."

“Is it just a dead item?”

Mother is silent. The female official closed the book.

"If the lady refuses to hand it over."

"Then we will be punished according to the crime of going against the Queen Mother's edict."

The mother was so scared that her legs were weak and she had to hold on to the door frame to stand steady. Right at that moment. Outside, Lam Ngoc Dao's cries echoed.

"Sister... do you have to force me to die?"

She was guided step by step by two maids. The peach dress has been replaced with a light colored outfit. But his appearance is still as weak and pitiful as before. The Dong Chau in her hair is still there. She put her hand on her stomach.

"You are carrying the bones of the Tham family."

"You took away my dignity... it's like trying to take my life."

Step by step I walked towards her.

"Your face..."

"Was it piled up from my stuff?"

Tears rolled down her eyes.

"Sister, I know you hate me."

"But the person he loves is my sister."

"Even if you enter the palace, so what? The Queen Mother cannot force you to change your heart."

I raised my hand. She thought I was going to slap her, so she immediately retreated in panic. But... I just gently pulled the Dong Chau hairpin from her hair. The jade light in the palm of your hand is still gentle and gentle as before. Lam Ngoc Dao cried out in loss of voice:

"That's the token of love you gave me!"

I look at her.

"Speak lie..."

"You should also choose something that no one will recognize."

Right at that moment. Tham Le strode in from the yard. He reached out his hand to support Lam Ngoc Dao, his eyes cold.

"Miss Lam, it's just a brooch."

"Why do you need to pressure people so much?"

My eyes quietly stopped at his waist. Wearing a bronze buckle carved with a tiger image. My heart suddenly sank. That bronze lock... It was the item that was once kept in the mahogany box of my maternal grandmother. I looked intently at the bronze lock on Tham Le's waist. That's no ordinary jewelry. Before my death, my maternal grandmother once patted my head and said that if one day you see a bronze lock engraved with the image of a tiger, you should stay far away. When I was young, I just thought she was afraid that I would spoil the old thing because I was so playful. Only when we look back today do we understand. The words our ancestors left us are never idle talk. Tham Le followed my eyes and bowed her head. He raised his hand to hold the bronze lock tightly, a flash of caution flashed in his eyes.

"Where does this come from?"

Lam Ngoc Dao's crying stopped. Tham Le replied:

"Ngoc Dao gave it to me."

I looked at Lam Ngoc Dao.