Chapter 7 — I Replace Her To Get Married, She Replaces Me To Marry My Fiance

The evidence is as solid as a mountain. The old case of Tieu Nham secretly selling military provisions in the past has been completely overturned. Three days later. Tieu Nham was sentenced to beheaded. As the daughter of the god of sin, Tieu Thu Mien was stripped of her status as the mother of the Tu Khong family, and was immediately sent to the Church Ward, where she would be a slave for the rest of her life, forever unable to redeem herself. I hovered outside the gate of the Church Ward Ty, watching Tieu Thu Mien being stripped of her gorgeous clothes and replaced with a rough prison uniform. The madam raised her hand and slapped her hard on her white, smooth face. From then on, she no longer looked like a noble and noble fairy like before, she could only cry in despair and struggle in the dirty mud. And La family. Because my father participated in forging official documents and swapping brides for marriage, he was dismissed from his position, and the whole family was exiled to Linh Nam, never to be employed by the court again. The day the whole family was escorted into exile. The capital poured another heavy snowfall. My father had a stroke, half his body was paralyzed, he couldn't move. My mother has gone completely crazy. She hugged a torn pillow tightly in her arms, constantly muttering:

"Van Tranh... Mom bought you new clothes..."

"Don't blame me..."

“Don't come back to look for mom…”

The escorting officials did not show a single trace of pity. A whip slammed down on La Than Vu's back, forcing their whole family to crawl on the snow like maggots. The place they were about to go to... It was ten times more miserable than the old border city. Just regret that. This time, there won't be any stupid La Van Tranh willing to pick Lang Doc flowers to exchange money to feed the whole family. Tu Khong Quyet resigned. He sold all his property in the capital. Dismiss all servants. New Year's Eve. He held a black urn of ashes, led Tieu Van Nhi, and drove a horse and carriage to leave the bustling but also full of people-eating capital. The carriage went all the way to the North. Finally returned to the border city. The old thatched house where we lived together in the past is still there. Although the roof was dilapidated, the hospital wall also collapsed in half. But that is where we truly rely on each other to live. Come early spring. The snow on the steppe gradually melts. Tu Khong Quyet held a hoe, inch by inch digging up the bare land around the cottage. He bought a large bag of Lang Doc flower seeds and carefully scattered each seed on the ground.

“Dude, this flower is poisonous, what is the use of growing so many of them?”

Tieu Van Nhi asked in confusion. Tu Khong Quyet wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the newly turned land all over the yard. In the depths of his eyes, a rare ray of warmth finally appeared.

“Van Tranh likes this flower.”

“Wait until the flowers bloom all over the yard…”

“Then no one will dare to come in casually.”

“She has a hot temper.”

“I don't like others to bother me.”

Summer of that year. Poison Lang flowers bloom all over the mountains and fields. Each cluster of pinkish white flowers. Just as beautiful as my old cheeks, once red from the cold. I sat on the roof, swinging my transparent legs, quietly watching Tu Khong Quyet display a new set of bowls and chopsticks among the sea of flowers. He is a little older. The corners of the eyes also have a few more wrinkles. But the appearance wearing that rough cloth... Still looks exactly like the handsome young man I picked up years ago amidst the white snow. I scolded him softly. Tu Khong Quyet's hand holding the bowl suddenly stopped. He slowly stood up straight. Raise your head. His eyes crossed the entire yard full of Lang Duc flowers. Not at all misleading. Falling right where we are sitting. A light wind blew. The sea of flowers ripples like waves. He looked at the empty roof. The corners of his eyes and eyebrows slowly curved into an extremely gentle smile.

“Van Tranh.”

He called softly.

“The rice is cooked.”

“Let's go down to eat.”

I look at him. Gently nodded. (COMPLETE STORY)