Chapter 3 — He Thought I Was Still Waiting For His Palanquin, But The Divine Order Has Come To My Palace

The broken piece of jade shot out, cutting a long line on the back of her hand. She immediately blushed and said:

"It's okay for you to be angry. It's also appropriate to vent your anger on me. It's just that... this Guan Yin statue is so beautiful, but now it's broken, what a pity."

That Guan Yin statue is a precious gem that I have been searching for for three years. Thanks to the master sculptor, it took five months to complete. In the past, my father lost his life to save His Majesty, and my grandmother suffered from constant illness due to the grief of losing her child. This Jade Guan Yin is my intention to send blessings to people. Yet... when he was about to make his wish, a fire of jealousy burned everything down. My heart felt like it was being strangled, my whole body trembled with anger. A group of young ladies from the capital came, thinking they were watching a good show. Tham Trac Nien immediately pulled Du Tu Tam's hand, turned to me, and shouted directly: I stiffened my whole body, I couldn't believe it and looked up at him, thinking I heard him wrong. He stood right there from beginning to end, seeing everything clearly. He knew clearly how much I suffered, knew clearly why I cherished that treasure so much. Yet, just because he wanted to protect Du Tu Tam in front of the capital's ladies, he forced me to bow my head and admit my guilt, labeling me as "unpleasant - oppressing others". Seeing more and more people coming, but I still refused to bow my head, Tham Trac Nien immediately lowered his voice and sternly reprimanded:

"Tu Tam is my Tham family's benefactor. Could it be that you want to repay kindness with resentment and force her to death before you are willing?"

"Besides, if it weren't for you forcing her too much, why would she hold a grudge and deliberately retaliate? After all, it was you who was wrong first."

"It's just an apology. Say it and it's over. Why do you have to make such a big deal out of it?"

At that moment, I suddenly remembered every swearing oath he had made before - the words that made me believe that in this life... I was the only one he couldn't leave. Suddenly felt ridiculous. Laugh until your heart aches, your fingertips tingle. Such a person... why do I love him? I raised my head, looked straight into his eyes, each word was clear and cold:

“Tham Trac Nien, let's... cancel the wedding.”

His pupils shrank slightly. I didn't bother to look at that expression, I just tiredly raised my hand and pointed towards the restaurant across the street - where a few gentlemen were leisurely watching the entertainment:

"Young master in the tea house is not blind. Even if Crown Prince Tham wants to point the finger at the deer and blame all the wrongs on me, he should remember to silence the people of the previous generation first."

They turned their heads and looked back, suddenly awakened with great enlightenment. I waved my hand, and a slap landed on Du Tu Tam's face.

"This is the price you have to pay for destroying my great-grandmother's birthday gift! You even dare to make up lies, reverse black and white, and slander people right away. Your heart is so dirty that it makes people feel sick!"

Behind me, someone snorted coldly:

"So that's how it is. That 'brother and sister in deep love' thing, no matter how much you look at it, it looks exactly like the concubines in my palace."

"A while ago, I was still loudly asking people to apologize. Now everything is clear. Should the mastermind who caused the trouble kneel before someone's ancestors and kowtow to accept the crime?"

"But... her knees are very precious, she has the title of Marquis of the Tham family to back her up. I just don't know if the Marquis will feel humiliated, having raised such a dirty thing."

Du Tu Tam received all kinds of sarcastic looks surrounded, his face pale and bloodless. She trembled in panic, her eyes turned white, her heart disease relapsed, and she fainted on the spot. Tham Trac Nien roared loudly and his face darkened. He suddenly reached out and gave me a wobbly push:

"You're always like that! It's reasonable to crush people to death, refusing to yield. Okay! You won, is that enough?!"

He hugged Du Tu Tam and left angrily, as if all the mistakes were caused by me. But he... from beginning to end, was unaware - in the chaos just now, a cup of hot tea was thrown onto my hand, causing the back of my hand to burn and turn red. The pain in my hand gradually spread to my heart, turning into a deeply embedded thorn that would not withdraw. As long as the thorns are there, the pain will still be there. Tham Trac Nien protected her once, then I shed blood again. The kind of pain that penetrates to the bone, to the point where I can't breathe, I... don't want to endure any more for him.