Chapter 8 — 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.

The person who spoke was named Liu, her husband was a civil servant in the Ministry of Defense. The female relatives next to them looked at each other, the corners of their lips holding back smiles. Mrs. Liu continued to speak.

"I heard that before, Miss Song wholeheartedly wanted to enter the palace? Even the Queen had specially summoned you. How come, in the end, you weren't chosen?"

Those words carried many sharp thorns. Everyone present stopped their chopsticks and looked at me simultaneously. I raised the cup of tea in front of me and slowly took a sip.

"Lady Liu really has good news."

“Too much praise, too much praise.”

"But ma'am's news is a bit wrong. It's not that I wasn't chosen, it's that I don't want to go."

Lady Liu burst out laughing.

"You don't want to go yourself? Are you joking, Miss Song? Girls from all over the capital are trying to break their heads to enter the palace, but you don't want to?"

"That's right."

I put down the tea cup.

“Even though there is everything in the palace, there is nothing I want.”

“What doesn't exist in the palace?”

I took a look at her.

“A person stood outside the palace gate waiting for me for an hour and a half.”

The whole table immediately fell silent. Han Chinh stood behind me, his shoulders slightly tense. Mrs. Liu opened her mouth, but in the end she couldn't say the next word. A younger lady sitting next to her burst out laughing.

"Miss Song is very clever with her words. Sister Luu, you can't talk to people anymore."

The atmosphere is now a bit more peaceful. But we know, this is just the beginning. After marrying Han Chinh, I changed from "candidacy for noble concubine" to "Miss Tong couldn't marry anyone so she had to accept". Those eyes. Those whispers. Will follow me for a long time. But it's okay. Even in the harem that lasted fourteen years in my previous life, I still persisted in dealing with it, so what does this little matter count? Half a month after getting married, life gradually began to have a human breath. During the day, Han Chinh went to the barracks to practice, and returned to eat dinner in the evening. His appetite is amazingly large, he can eat three full bowls of rice in one meal. But every time before sitting down to eat, he will definitely scoop rice for me first, then put the dishes I like to eat into my bowl. I've only said once that I like to eat cinnamon rolls. The next day, another plate appeared on the table. It is said that he told Uncle Chu to wake up at dawn to go to the south of the city to buy it. Uncle Chu stood next to him and sighed.

"Young lady, it's not even dawn yet, the young master has already woken up the old slave, saying that the store in the south of the city will open as soon as Mao time, and if you go late, it will sell out."

Han Chinh stood outside the door, scratching the back of his head, pretending he didn't hear him at all. A person like him belongs to a completely different world from the calculating people around Tieu Duc in his previous life. But those peaceful days did not last long. That day I was sitting in the hospital playing with the cat, and my mother rushed in.

“Miss, someone is coming to the palace.”

I stood up. The person who came was an aunt of Tieu Phong Palace, surnamed Ngo.

“Miss Tong… no, now we should call her Mrs. Han.”

Ngo ma ma smiled very appropriately.

“The Queen always misses the daily life of Concubine Dung, I heard that Han Phu You've already gotten married, so I specially sent this old slave to bring some congratulatory gifts."

Behind her, two eunuchs walked in carrying a chest of things. Let's open it and see. Silk, jewelry, medicinal herbs, everything is exquisite. But at the top was an envelope. It's sent to me. In the letter there was only one line:

“Lady Han is very happy on her wedding, please don't forget Tieu Phong Dien's kindness. When you have free time, you should often go to the palace and play."

The handwriting is delicate and soft, the letter has no name at the end. But the word "grace" sounds strangely like a yin and yang tone. Punishing me to kneel for an hour and a half, is that still called grace? I folded the letter and put it away.

“If you would bother me, I would like to thank the Queen for your good intentions.”

After mama Ngo left, she immediately came closer.

“Miss, what does the Queen want to do?”

“Want to stare at me.”

She is reminding me that Thanh Uyen is still in the palace. With every move I make, she can use Thanh Uyen to threaten her at any time. That night when Han Chinh returned, I did not mention this matter. But in the middle of the night, I couldn't sleep. When I turned around, I realized that Han Chinh hadn't slept either.