Chapter 5 — In my previous life, I fought for three generations of queens, but in this life I just want to eat my fill

There were blisters on his hands. Tieu Man looked at those valuable pieces of jade brooch being turned over and over again, tormented over and over again, so heartbroken that his heart ached.

"Young master... or... stop it. Servant... slave accepts his fate..."

“Shut up.”

Without raising my head, I focused on using a specially made thin needle, dipping it into the cooked glue, and carefully applying it to the broken mouth. Hold your breath, put the two pieces of broken jade together tightly, and press tightly. Sweat slid down his temples. Success or failure, decide right now. The three-day deadline has arrived. In the Common Drunk Palace, the atmosphere was heavy. Concubine Dung sat high in the chair position, surrounded by several concubines and eunuchs watching the fun. All eyes were on him, bringing with him gloating and ridicule.

“Miss Shen, where is the brooch?”

Dung Tan slowly opened her mouth, her tone was firm as if she had already decided the outcome, "Are you done pasting?" I lifted a brocade box, walked to her, and opened it. A completed goat fat white jade brooch quietly lies on the soft velvet layer. The jade is gentle and the light flows. The body of the brooch is straight, with absolutely no visible traces of breakage. The whole main hall, for a moment, was as quiet as a sheet of paper. So quiet you could hear a pin drop. The cold smile on Dung Tan's face stiffened. She suddenly sat up straight, grabbed the jade brooch with one hand, brought it close to her eyes, carefully examining it inch by inch. The more she looked, the paler her face became, the more terrified her eyes became. It's actually been glued back on. So tight that there is not a single gap. Holding it in your hand, it feels soft and sturdy, with absolutely no visible signs of repair. This… how is this possible?

“You…how did you do it.”

She blurted out a question, her voice distorted. The surrounding concubines also approached one by one, admiring endlessly.

“Oh my god, I really don't see it at all.”

“Does younger sister Tham still have this ability?”

“It's truly a magical skill.”

I looked at Dung Tan's face, which was stunned to the point of loss of color, and there was no wavering in my heart. Just a little trick. In my previous life, in order to make a living, I learned many side ways, so what's the point of gluing a jade brooch?

“Your highness.”

My voice was calm, "The brooch is perfect as before."

“Didn't know about the previous contract…”

Dung Tan tightened her grip on the hairpin in her hand, her knuckles turned white, her chest heaving violently. In front of so many eyes, she couldn't go back on her words. Otherwise, her reputation for being stubborn and cruel and not keeping her word will be immediately crucified. After a while, she gritted her teeth and squeezed out a sentence:

“This palace keeps its word.”

“That maid… spare your life.”

“Send it to the Laundry Department.”

Tieu Man was led away. Before leaving, she turned her head, eyes filled with tears, looking at me gratefully. I nodded slightly. Dung frequency fixed her eyes on him again, that look was full of resentment, mixed with... deep fear.

“Miss Shen,” she emphasized each word, her voice cold, “she really hides herself very deeply.”

I slightly lowered my eyelids: "Your highness is exaggerating, it's just a little piece of workmanship, not worth mentioning." We know clearly that, from this moment on, what we wanted to "quietly surrender" has completely evaporated. Dung Concubine, along with the entire harem, will never see me again a rude, anonymous lady. I have appeared. Annoying, just getting started. The matter of jade brooches, like a great whirlwind, swept across the harem. My name Tham Van Thu, from a rough lady who only relied on luck, suddenly turned into a character with "excellent skills" and "unpredictable depths and shallows". Rumored versions fly everywhere. Some people say I am a disciple of a hidden master. Someone said that our family has a secret family technique that specializes in repairing jade energy. Some people even say I know magic. The threshold of Thinh Truc Hien was almost trampled on. Someone came to investigate the truth. Some people come to ask me to help them repair their beloved objects, but I tactfully refuse them with the excuse of "wasting energy and only applying it once a month." There are people with deeper hearts who come to try to attract and form alliances. I couldn't bear the trouble, so I simply closed the door and refused to receive guests, declaring to outsiders "repair jade energy that is draining the spirit and need to rest." However, the tree wanted to be quiet but the wind would not stop.