Chapter 12 — I Give Up Everything, Always Give Up My Fiance, Never Give Up My Life

The Tham family's reputation is over. Their dream of climbing high and clinging to the Marquis Palace was also completely shattered. Only Tieu Quyet. In the midst of a deadly and shocking silence, only he remained calm as if he were standing outside. He even leisurely raised his hand, using his fingertips with a bit of absentmindedness and carelessness to wipe away the tear stains on my cheek, although in reality there weren't many tears, his voice carried a bit of pampering mixed with helpless teasing, and said towards Ta Doan Hanh and Tham Nguy: "Do you hear me clearly? Dieu Dieu has followed this highness, the previous unrelated engagements, naturally must be completely broken. Ta Tu, what you said is right. no.” He squinted his eyes, although there was still a smile on his lips, there was no heat in his eyes, on the contrary, there was a cold oppression.

“Or should I say.”

“The Prince of Marquis Palace.”

“Want to compete with your highness.”

Tieu Quyet's words carried a smile, but were like an icy blade, hovering indifferently above Ta Doan Hanh's head. Robbing people? Competing with the crown prince? Even though he has now lost power, the prestige accumulated over the years and His Majesty's unspeakable attitude are enough to make Ta Doan Hanh's soul fly away. Ta Doan Hanh's face turned white, then blue, then blue, then red, his chest heaved violently, as if an invisible hand was squeezing his throat, not even a word could be uttered. Those eyes, once filled with pride and alms, were now only a blood red color after being humiliated, and the resentment that they did not dare to express. He stared at me, as if he wanted to find traces of lies on my face, but I nestled tightly in Tieu Quyet's arms, looking both dependent and self-pitying, completely crushing his last ray of hope. Tham Nguy made a "plop" sound and knelt down, his voice trembling to the point of not being able to make a sound: "Your Highness, please calm down. I absolutely do not have that intention. I am a minister who did not teach my children strictly. I am a minister who deserves to die. I have offended your Highness, please forgive me." As he spoke, he glanced fiercely at me. That look, he wished he could immediately swallow me alive on the spot. Chu Thi also fell weakly to the ground, not daring to cry loudly, just covering her mouth and sobbing, the scene was like the earth shaking and not much better. Tieu Quyet lazily said "yes", his fingers still carelessly twirling my hair, his eyes fell straight on Ta Doan Hanh: "If you don't have that intention, why are you still standing here? Waiting for His Highness to invite you to dinner." The order to evict the guests was issued, so bluntly that not even half of their dignity was spared. The blue veins in Ta Doan Hanh's temples twitched continuously, his fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his skin, almost bleeding. In the end, he still had to bow his head with difficulty, forcing out a few words from between his teeth: "I don't dare... disturb your highness's elegant mood... Doan Hanh, please leave." Having finished speaking, he almost staggered and turned around, his back stiff as a puppet being pulled on strings, carrying overwhelming anger and shame that he could not utter, struggling to walk towards the carriage. Even Jiang Nhuoc Ninh's car did not look back once more. Tham Nguy and Chu Thi felt like they were granted amnesty. They quickly got up and frantically ran after them, forgetting even a polite sentence. The guards are like the tide receded, and in an instant, in front of the manor's gate, only dust and dead silence remained. In the carriage, Jiang Nhuoc Ninh's moans and cries were just appropriate, but at some point, they were completely silent. I immediately jumped out of Tieu Quyet's lap, moving so fast that I almost twisted my waist. That pitiful, weak-looking face immediately cleared up, leaving only the remnants of his narrow escape from death and a bit of awkwardness. I raised my hand to smooth the hair that had been messed up by him, and said in a low voice: "Thank you, Your Highness, for helping to relieve the situation." Tieu Quyet looked at my face change, smiled lightly, his peachy eyes were full of teasing: "Once you've used it, then throw it away. Miss Tham's ability to cross the bridge and get out of trouble is really improving day by day." My ears felt a little hot, but I still had to stubbornly answer: "The situation is urgent, I hope your highness will be generous enough to forgive me." He slowly took two steps forward, forcing me to not help but raise my head and look straight. On his body was a cold aura mixed with a bit of decadence pressing down, carrying a strong sense of invasion.