Chapter 5 — I Give Up Everything, Always Give Up My Fiance, Never Give Up My Life

I looked at him, at his handsome face filled with arrogant ignorance, listening to his words of grace, I just felt my stomach churning. The status of a concubine? No investigation of enmity? I almost wanted to laugh out loud. I took a deep breath, forcing down the nausea in my throat, then slowly opened my mouth, each word ringing out coldly and clearly.

“Ta Doan Hanh, listen carefully.”

"Even if I die, die outside, and jump down from here, I will absolutely never serve Jiang Nhuoc Ninh tea, and will never be your concubine."

“You, and her.”

My eyes glanced at him, cold to the bone.

“It just makes me feel nauseous.”

Ta Doan Hanh's face instantly distorted, he raised his hand, as if he wanted to strike straight down at the person.

“Your Highness.”

Xuan Hieu screamed and rushed forward to block in front of me. But I was one step faster, suddenly grabbed the small hoe used to plow the soil next to me, held it horizontally in front of me, my eyes sharp and fierce.

“Try the person who dares to touch me.”

Ta Doan Hanh's hand stiffened in mid-air, restrained by my desperate aura. Perhaps he never thought that I, who had once been obedient to him, could show such fierceness. I shouted. Ta Doan Hanh's face turned pale, and in the end, he still angrily lowered his hand, pointed straight at me and shouted: "Tham Dieu, you just wait there, one day you will kneel down and beg me." He waved his sleeves and left, carrying an angry body. I put down the small hoe, my body trembled slightly, not because of fear, but because of anger. Xuan Hieu hugged me and sobbed: "Miss, huh huh huh... what should we do." I patted her back, my eyes became colder and colder. Can't stay anymore. Today Ta Doan Hanh can utter words like concubine, tomorrow he can do even more disgusting things; In the eyes of my parents, there is only Giang Nhuoc Ninh. There is no longer a place for me in this palace. If I continue to stay, I'll just let them gradually push me to death, just like my previous life.

“Xuan Hieu, arrange things.”

I spoke in a low voice. Xuan Hieu was stunned: "Miss, pack your things and go somewhere."

“To the manor house.”

I looked out the window at the gray sky, my voice calm.

"I remember in my mother's dowry there was a small farm, on the outskirts of the capital, not far away. Let's go there."

“But… will the old man and his wife agree?”

I laughed coldly: "They just want me to get away as far away as possible, to avoid being an eyesore, and to avoid disturbing their precious treasures." It certainly happened as we expected. When I arrived at the main courtyard and calmly proposed that I wanted to go to the manor house to live quietly for a while, Tham Nguy and Chu Thi first pretended to hold back a few sentences, such as "Why do family members have to make such a fuss", and "If you leave, what will outsiders think?", all empty words. But when I said that "If my daughter stays behind, she will only cause trouble to her parents every day, and also make her younger sister unable to rest in peace when she gets sick", they immediately agreed to push the boat forward, so quickly that it seemed like they were afraid that I would change my mind. Thi Chu even pretended to wipe away tears, her tone was soft.

“Dieu Dieu, I'm going to the farm to recuperate for a while Okay, wait until you think things through and then go back. If you need anything, just send someone back to the palace to say it."

I laughed coldly in my heart, but on the outside I still respectfully responded.

“Thank you, mother.”

On the day I left, I only brought with me Xuan Hieu and a small package, inside were a few old, worn clothes and some of my remaining personal money. The carriage stopped in front of the palace gate, simple and cold. Compared to when Giang Nhuoc Ninh entered the palace with a large group the day before, it was truly a world of difference. Just as I was about to get into the car, I suddenly heard the sound of rapid footsteps behind me, accompanied by a weak and soft call.

“Sister, please stop.”

I turned around and saw Giang Nhuoc Ninh being supported by a maid, wearing a heavy white coat, her small face pale to the point of transparency, red eyes chasing out, behind her were Ta Doan Hanh and my parents, each with worry mixed with disapproval written all over their faces. It was truly a scene where the whole family mobilized to keep me there.