Chapter 2 — I Don't Believe That Humanity Has Gray Heads

"Take this jade as proof. In the future, if you encounter difficulties, no matter the horizon, I will definitely protect you." At that time, she just smiled, thinking to herself that she already had Tham Tranh, so why did she need someone else to protect her? Now that I think about it, it's truly ridiculous. From afar came the sound of gongs signaling the watch. It's the hour of the Rat. The lights in the Western courtyard of the general's palace were still on. The sound of a baby crying occasionally came, mixed with a gentle female voice singing a lullaby and a low, comforting male voice. Sure enough, he stayed there. Giang Van Tu blew out the candle. It's almost morning. There were only a few days left before she could leave. 4 When the sky was bright, the laughter in the general's palace almost flew throughout the entire palace, all coming from the West Court. The nanny was teasing the little prince and making him laugh. To Tuyet Nhu leaned on the soft bed in the hallway, Tham Tranh sat next to her, her fingertips gently caressing the child's soft face. The cold, murderous look between his eyebrows had completely disappeared, leaving only gentleness. The servants outside the courtyard did not dare to raise their voices, they were just busy working, afraid of disturbing the warm atmosphere in the courtyard. Giang Van Tu's institute was silent again. Only she was squatting next to the flower bed, leisurely cultivating the soil for the newly planted flowers and grass. The corners of her lips even carried a faint smile, as if the bustle in the West Court had nothing to do with her. T. Tu To impatiently walked back and forth beside her: "Madam! Listen to how bustling the Western Court is. Is there still someone in the general's eyes now? You are fine, still in the mood to take care of these flowers and grass. Are you really not angry at all?"Giang Van Tu stood up straight: "What are you angry about? Life is yours. They are bustling on their own, I am in my yard, not related to each other, isn't it more pure? "But this is the general's palace! You are the main lady!" T. Tu To was so impatient that her voice raised: "They are clearly bullying you!" It wasn't that she wasn't angry. It's just not necessary anymore. While talking, maid Xuan Dao of the West Institute ran over. She didn't enter the door, just stood outside and called out loudly: "Lady Giang, Aunt To said that the young master didn't have a good appetite today, and wanted to drink the lotus seed soup cooked by your own hands. Said that the soup you cooked was most suitable for your taste, so I sent my servant to invite someone over to help cook a bowl." Who in the palace doesn't know that in the past, the soup cooked by Giang Van Tu was Tham Tranh's favorite? Now Su Tuyet Nhu only wanted her to cook by name, and also forced her to go to the West Court herself, just wanting to borrow the child to show off in front of her. T. Tu To immediately got angry, stepped up and shouted loudly: "You really want to die! What are you? My wife is the general's wife, how can you cook soup for a concubine? If Miss To drinks, don't you tell the chef in your yard to cook it?" Giang Van Tu pulled T. Tu To's sleeve: "I know, I'll go now." "Madam!" T. Tu To looked at her incredulously, his eyes full of self-pity and confusion. Giang Van Tu patted the back of her hand: "It's just a bowl of soup. If you cook it, why do you need to be angry?" After saying that, she followed Xuan Dao to the kitchen, without any reluctance. Giang Van Tu rolled up his sleeves and sat in front of the kitchen, his movements extremely proficient. It's just that when she used to cook soup, her heart was warm and her eyes were bright. And now, there is only a desolate area left in my heart. Not long after, a bowl of lotus seed soup was finished cooking. She carried the bowl herself and walked step by step to the West courtyard. Bowl

Tuyet Nhu was using the tip of her finger to touch the child's nose, and said coyly: "You see, I insisted on drinking the soup that Mrs. Giang cooked. I have to drink two more bowls later, so as not to let Mrs. Giang's hard work be wasted." "The soup has been brought, I will go home first, and not bother everyone anymore." Seeing her as calm as wind and clouds, not at all hurt by her words, the fire of jealousy and unwillingness in To Tuyet Nhu's heart burned even more fiercely. She wanted to see Giang Van Tu struggle, wanted to see Giang Van Tu suffer. How could he let her leave so leisurely? To Tuyet Nhu's hand holding the white porcelain bowl of soup clenched tightly. She stepped forward to block the way: "Lady Giang, what are you in a hurry for? This soup was cooked by your own hands. Little Prince is afraid of strangers, so if you feed him a mouthful yourself, it will be enough to complete your thoughts." Having finished speaking, she intended to stuff the bowl of soup into Giang Van Tu's hand.