Chapter 22 — He promised to pick me up three months later

“Duong Duong.” I folded the letter. “Bring it to the official.” “Along with the records of princes left by my mother, let's investigate.” Bui Nghien decided to speak up. I didn't look at him. "If Marquis still wants to propose, then explain in advance the interactions between you and my father." His face turned gray. "I didn't know my father-in-law would write like that." I replied calmly. "You don't know why he wrote." "But you know to do exactly what he wrote." Bui Nghien had no words to say. That night, Tham Hoai Can was invited to the court. The next morning, the front door of the Tham family was also filled with people. My father has always valued reputation above all else. Now being talked about by people because he tolerated his son-in-law usurping the inheritance his late wife left to his daughter, it hurts him even more than being slapped in the street. The stepmother sent someone to ask Tham Lam Chu to make peace. Tham Lam Chu only answered with one correct answer. "What needs to be paid must be paid." "What deserves to be punished must be punished."I will not return to the Tham family. I stayed at Hoe Hoa Lane to take care of myself and at the same time take care of my business. Doctor Bach looks very strict. Each day we are only allowed to look at the books for exactly one hour. The rest of the time, I teach the women who come to learn the trade to read and calculate. The embroidery ward also changed its rules. Don't ask about origin. Don't ask if you are married or not. Just ask if you are willing to study or not, can keep the contract or not. The first month, the small rice packages of the rice shop sold very well. The second month, the bath powder from the aromatherapy shop was brought into the ladies' bathrooms. In the third month, the ladies in the women's class were able to get their own jobs. In front of Hoe Hoa gateway, gradually there were no longer only carriages coming to see the excitement. Most people come to discuss business, bring fabric samples, or look for work. My body is still a little weaker than before. But every day I wake up... There is sunlight outside the window. I know that I was not buried by a retirement letter that year. I... Have risen from the ruins. On the third day of the third month, the pomegranate tree in the yard sprouted new buds. Thai Linh is hanging newly embroidered incense bags on the shelf. The gatekeeper walked in and announced. "Miss, the Bui Hau family has arrived." I raised my head. The person who deserved to come... Finally came. Bui Nghien stood outside the door, wearing an elegant long robe. He had lost a lot of weight, and there was no longer any of the enthusiastic demeanor between his eyebrows. In his hand he held a brocade box. As soon as he saw me step out, his eyes suddenly lit up, but then quickly darkened again. "Chieu Duong." "It's just been three months today." Thai Linh laughed coldly. "It seems that Marquis remembers very clearly." Bui Nghien didn't seem to hear Thai Linh's words. He opened the brocade box. Inside was a gold brooch inlaid with Dong Chau that had just been crafted. "The previous brooch was cracked." "Hot/ot, haichieugioxanh." "I'll give you a new one as compensation." I just glanced at it. "What my mother left behind, can't be compensated with a new one." His arm stiffened in mid-air. "I know." "I just want to come pick you up." The girls learning to embroider in the yard all stopped at the same time. Bui Nghien looked at this small courtyard, at the records hanging on the wall, at those women respectfully calling me Dong Gia. The light in his eyes shattered bit by bit. "Are you really not returning to the Marquis Palace anymore?" I calmly replied. "Since the day I received my retirement letter, I have no intention of returning." His throat moved slightly. "I have taken Lieu Ham Yen to the manor to detain." "Mother has also fallen ill." "The Marquis Palace is now only an empty shell." "Chieu Duong, I... have nothing left." I looked.

"You still have your own path to choose." At that moment, the official came from the beginning of the alley. Treasurer Nghiem followed behind, in his hand holding a sealed document. "Miss, the official has already announced the verdict." "The overdue payment has not been returned yet, tomorrow the government will be sealed." Bui Nghien's body staggered slightly. He lowered his head to look at the document, then looked up at me.