Chapter 2 — I Am A Time Traveler, But I Have No Original Owner

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I'm a little different from other time travelers. The time we travel is also longer. The moment the little tadpole touched the little ball, I penetrated. Become a small seed. Listening to the rising clouds and rain outside, my father's low, magnetic voice said to my mother:

“We have another child…”

I blushed and really wanted to tell him: Dad, I'm here. When my wife was pregnant with me, she loved spicy food. My father looked at his three sons with hatred and said with tears in his eyes:

“This fetus is definitely a girl!”

Third brother was only five years old at that time, his round eyes lit up, his chubby little hand was placed on his sister's belly, happily shouting:

"Is this your younger sister? Ah! I finally get to be a big brother!"

The eight-year-old second brother already has the look of peach blossom eyes, the corners of his eyes are slightly raised. The words are still as hard to hear as before:

“Children are very troublesome. Let me say it first, I won't help babysit!”

But later, he changed my diapers even more diligently than my aunt. Big brother put down the Four Books in his hand, his eyes were slightly dark, and just said:

“Father, you are not familiar with the language. My name has already been given.”

My father, from a rough soldier who gradually rose to the position of Minister, immediately picked up the sole of his shoe and wanted to hit him. Big brother dodged quickly, father missed. Just like that, my name has been set. To Duong Duong.

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Some time later, the ladies invited each other to join the banquet. On the day of the party, Tieu Hoan was busy running back and forth, preparing clothes and jewelry for me, shouting:

"My lady today will definitely be more beautiful than flowers! Blind their dogs!"

I rubbed my sleepy eyes. Actually, it's not that necessary. I was just about to raise my hand and pull out the sixth hairpin Tieu Hoan stuck on my head. Big brother walked in holding a black painted box. His gait was steady, his expression still serious as usual. He wore dark brocade, deep eyebrows and handsome eyes. We open the box. …The seventh brooch. I closed the box with a "pop" and sighed:

"Big brother, you gave me a very good gift, don't give it again in the future."

The boss's beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly.

“Don't like it?”

I refused straight away:

“Don't like it.”

Obviously he couldn't figure out where the problem was. I really admire his aesthetic taste. The jewelry he gave me is even older than the Queen Mother's age! The second brother walked in, pushed the box aside, tsk tsk in disgust:

"Big brother, these things you gave me, look at the colors, they're so gloomy. My Duong Duong's age, of course it should suit bright colors like this."

Having said that, he gave Tieu Hoan several colorful floral robes. It is not only covered with peacock feathers, but also inlaid with all kinds of gems and pearls. The whole thing looks extremely flashy. Not much better than big brother. The third brother's taste is much better. It's just that the third brother in charge of our waterways everywhere gives us gifts endlessly. Rows and rows of chests filled my courtyard. His figure was obscured at the very end, I almost couldn't see him. Far away, he proudly shouted:

"Duong Duong! How is it? Am I stronger than your big brother and second brother?"

"Hmph, the youngest lady of the Minister's Palace is out, how can you let me not even have a decent outfit!"

This statement caused dozens of maids and mothers to complain The person in charge of cleaning up the clothes and jewelry in the hospital is speechless. … Tu Canh came to the palace to invite me out to play. He is the son of the General's palace, and also my fiance in name. Accompanying Tu Canh was also a woman, Lam Du Dung. I know she is also a time traveler. Because she was the one who recited the poem "Nhu Mong Lenh" in front of the Queen last time. Last time the Emperor ordered an investigation, she saw that the situation was not good, so she cried and told everyone that her poem was plagiarized. In the end, he was only scolded and grounded. The reason why she was not recognized by anyone was because the original owner was just an unfavored concubine, and was locked up in the most remote courtyard all year round, with very few people in contact with her. I carefully looked at Lam Du Dung, the soul came from the same world as me. Then we spoke up:

“Where is the maid who followed you in the remote hospital and took care of you for more than ten years?”

Lam Du Dung was stunned, clearly not expecting me to ask this. Her hand suddenly curled up. Then his voice trembled slightly:

“It's dead.”

Oh, no wonder no one recognizes her. It turns out that the only person familiar with the original owner's personality was killed by her.