Chapter 3 — I Don't Believe That Humanity Has Gray Heads

"Your nanny is by your side, why do you need me to do it? Concubine To have some self-respect." "Lady Jiang refuses to respect me?" The smile on To Tuyet Nhu's face faded, but the force in her hand became stronger, determined to force the bowl of soup towards her. "It's just a mouthful of soup. You're the main wife but you won't even do this little thing. If it spreads out, I'm afraid others will laugh and can't contain me and my daughter." While the two of them were struggling. Co, To Tuyet Nhu suddenly staggered, the bowl of soup in her hand immediately fell. More than half a bowl of hot lotus seed soup flew straight out, without a single deviation, all of it poured onto the chest of the child lying in the diaper. 5 The child was suddenly burned by the hot soup and immediately burst into tears. A red patch appeared on the tender skin, just looking at it made people scared. "Ah! My child!" To Tuyet Nhu's face turned pale, panicking and hugging the child. "Giang Van Tu! You did it on purpose! You were jealous because I had a child, and yet you wanted to burn my son to death!" Giang Van Tu stood still in place. The hand dropped to the side and paused slightly. There was no panic in her eyes, only coldness and indifference. She saw very clearly that it was To Tuyet Nhu who slipped, and had nothing to do with her. At that moment, Tham Tranh opened the curtain and walked in. He had just finished handling the trivial matters in the palace, but in his heart he still remembered the back of Giang Van Tu just now, intending to go to the West Court to take a look and then go find her. As soon as he entered the door, he heard the child's pitiful cry, and saw To Tuyet Nhu holding her child and crying loudly. Giang Van Tu stood next to him. On the ground was an overturned soup bowl and scattered soup. The red mark on the child's chest made his eyes sting. "What happened?" Tham Tranh's voice lowered. His eyes first fell on the crying child, then immediately turned to Giang Van Tu, full of anger. "Van Tu, what happened to you?" He didn't even listen to an explanation, he directly assumed it was her fault. Giang Van Tu raised his eyes and faced his suspicious eyes. Her heart was cold, crumbling into ash. "The general thinks it was me, so just assume it was me." She didn't justify, didn't argue, and didn't want to explain. Just like that. In the past, just because of one question from him, she would rush to the point of blushing, trying her best to prove her innocence. But now, she no longer had the strength to say even one more word. If he believes her, what need does she have to justify? If he doesn't believe it, what's the use of making excuses? Seeing Tham Tranh angrily looking at Giang Van Tu, To Tuyet Nhu was happy in her heart, crying even harder, cradling the child in his arms: "General, look at our son! He was burned like this! Giang Van Tu is jealous! She couldn't give birth to a child, so she can't hold our child! You have to take care of our son!" Tham Tranh hugged the child who was crying non-stop, feeling the heat on his skin, listening to To Tuyet Nhu cried and confessed her crime, then looked at Giang Van Tu's uncaring appearance, her heart became even more frustrated. "Giang Van Tu, do you know you are wrong?" "The soup was caused by concubine To herself, it has nothing to do with me. If the general just believes her words, if you want to punish or scold, I'm up to you. But I, Giang Van Tu, have never admitted an unfounded crime." "Send Mrs. Giang to the hospital, give her detention to reflect. No problem." My orders are, don't step out of the courtyard! Tonight I will come and settle the matter with you!" The guard replied and stepped forward, wanting to help Giang Van Tu, but she coldly pushed him away: "I don't need you to help me, I can go on my own." Detention for her was just preparing her to leave earlier. Institute in the government

The general was not where she wanted to be. What's the difference between detention or not? T. Tu To had been waiting impatiently outside the hospital for a long time. Seeing her step out, she rushed to help. Looking at her unsightly face, and hearing the crying coming from the Western courtyard, Tu To impatiently asked what had happened. "Madam, what's wrong? Is it true that Concubine To has made things difficult for you again? General... has the general wronged you?" "It's okay." Giang Van Tu gently shook his head. It's just that every time I take a step, a sharp, tearing pain comes from my shoulder. Just now, while struggling with To Tuyet Nhu and leaning over to avoid the bowl of soup, her unhealed wound was torn open. It wasn't until there was no one around that Giang Van Tu suddenly stopped, raised his hand to cover his mouth, and swallowed the sweet taste rising in his throat. A bit of blood on her fingertips was quickly wiped clean with a brocade towel, rolled into a ball, and squeezed in the palm of her hand. Tu To's hand that was supporting her arm trembled slightly. Looking at the lady trying to maintain composure, the bridge of her nose stung and tears almost fell on the spot.