Chapter 6 — I heard that I had a loving husband and wife, and had many children and grandchildren. He crushed the white jade bowl in his hand.

In the carriage, Han Chinh pulled out a small porcelain vase from his sleeve.

“This is a blood-activating medicine used in military camps, much more effective than store-bought medicine.”

He looked at the position of my knees, then looked at my face, his lips opened and then closed again.

“I… can…”

I understand what he means.

“You turn your back.”

He obediently turned away. I lifted my skirt myself, my knee was red and swollen, and there was a purple mark in the middle.

“Okay, go back.”

He turned around, lowered his head to look at the wound on my knee, and his throat moved slightly. He squatted down, poured the ointment onto his palm and rubbed it evenly, then used a layer of clean cotton cloth to gently cover my red, swollen knee. Those rough hands were extremely careful, the pressure was so light that it was like applying enamel to a porcelain doll. I didn't dare look at him, just tilted my head to look at the swaying tree shadows outside the carriage window. He suddenly opened his mouth in a low voice, his voice hoarse. It's like you're talking to yourself.

“It won't be like that anymore.”

I was stunned and turned my head to look at him. He didn't raise his eyes, just repeated it one more time.

“In the future, I will reclaim the resentment you have to endure, piece by piece, for you.”

The carriage swayed slightly. His hand firmly held my calf, preventing me from hitting the car wall. The bridge of my nose suddenly stung, but I stubbornly forced myself to endure it. I have been married to that person for a lifetime. Until now, only one person said such words to me. The carriage stopped in front of the Song Palace gate. Han Chinh jumped down first, then helped me get out of the car, but still directly picked me up horizontally. The little monk standing in front of the door looked frightened.

“Miss… aunt?”

“Quickly go call the doctor.”

Han Chinh didn't even turn his head, he just held me and strode into the palace. Father ran out of the study room, and as soon as he saw me being carried horizontally in his arms, he almost jumped up.

“What happened?!”

"Dad, I'm fine. I just knelt for too long and my knees hurt a bit."

His father's expression immediately changed.

"Kneel? Who forced you to kneel? If you go to the palace to have a party, can you kneel like this?"

I don't answer. Han Chinh opened his mouth for me.

"Uncle, Miss Song has been kneeling in front of the door of Tieu Phong Palace for an hour and a half. It was the Queen who punished her."

His father's face turned pale little by little.

“That girl from the Co family…”

He hadn't finished the second half of his sentence before turning around and going straight into the study room, closing the door with a "bang". That night, the doctor came to examine him and said that his bones were not damaged and that he should rest for a few days and be fine. Thanh Uyen ordered someone from the palace to deliver an envelope with only four words inside:

“Sister, I'm sorry.”

I folded the letter and put it under the pillow. It's not her fault. It's just that in my previous life I looked at the wrong person. But no matter what, Tong Thanh Hoa's second life cannot continue to live like a joke.

“This is the old slave.”

"Prepare your happy clothes for me. Get married on the eighth day."

Mom's eyes immediately turned red.

“Miss… have you really made up your mind?”

“It's decided.”

Giving price is not because of accepting fate. It was because that person had been waiting outside the palace gate for an hour and a half. He didn't say anything. Also don't ask anything. Just say one thing:

“It won't be like that anymore.”

Those words... are heavier than all the sweet words Tieu Duc has ever said to me combined. Early in the morning of the eighth day, the wedding dress was put on. Bright red silk was tightly wrapped around each layer, and on his head was a heavy phoenix crown. Father stood outside the door for a long time. When he entered, his eyes were red and he was holding a bowl of lotus seed soup in his hand.

“Hanh Nhi (nickname), have a bite and then go.”

“Father, lotus seeds are very bitter.”

"Suffering ends in hell."

I bowed my head and took a sip. Father turned away and pretended to cough. The sound of the sona horn rang out, and the wedding reception team just arrived in front of the palace gate. Han Chinh wore a bright red outfit, his tall figure stood in front of the main gate. His usually bronze-colored face was now red, even redder than his uniform.

“New…new lady…”

The officiant standing next to him impatiently nudged him.

“We must say the words to welcome the bride!”