Chapter 9 — In Rebirth, I Let My Sister Be Switched

Tong Kha frowned in disgust: "Put on your veil first!" Tan Hoan Y felt as if someone had given him a punch, his whole body was stunned, frozen in place, tears streaming down his face: "You also criticize me for being ugly? How can you criticize me for being ugly? I'm the wife who helped you become a Fourth Grade official!" Tong Kha seemed to have reached his limit: "If it weren't for your dowry and the Prime Minister's coercion, I wouldn't have wanted to marry an ugly tigress like you! Today, you go accompany your father-in-law and mother-in-law yourself! I want to take Bao Chau to buy jewelry." Having finished speaking, Tong Kha hugged Tan Bao Chau, turned and walked away. Tan Hoan Y twitched the corner of his mouth, suddenly pulled out a dagger from his sleeve, and stabbed Tong Kha straight in the back! Next, she tore off Tan Bao Chau's collar, stabbed the bloody dagger into his chest. In the courtyard of the General's Palace, blood flowed into rivers in the blink of an eye. It wasn't until Tan Hoan Y rushed towards us that Trieu Anh had time to react, waving his hand to grab the dagger in her hand. I remained motionless and smiled faintly. It was not in vain that I spent a large amount of money to disperse the guards guarding the temple, and sent Xuan Nhi to disguise herself as a matchmaker to match the fate of Tong Kha and Tan Bao Chau. As long as those two people have a real husband and wife, the Tong family is destined to welcome them into their doors! Even if Tan Hoan Y didn't kill anyone today, just thinking about the scene where she and Tan Bao Chau pointed their noses at each other in the Song palace, the days that passed would certainly be filled with chickens flying and dogs barking. Moments later, amidst the cries of his parents, Trieu Anh escorted Tan Hoan Y to the mandarin's palace. When the great-grandmother heard about the tragedy that occurred on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet, she could only sigh and rub the Buddha's rosary, then knelt before the Bodhisattva and recited a few Buddha's names. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the full moon hung high in the sky, and the parents sat blankly in front of a table full of delicious food, like two wooden puppets that had lost their souls. I didn't like this atmosphere, so I decided to take Trieu Anh out to the restaurant for a delicious meal. When I stood up, my mother suddenly grabbed my hand: "To Nghi, we are sorry for you. We all blame you for only favoring our younger sister, but ignoring our eldest sister..." I laughed softly and removed her hand: "Perhaps I was born with a fragile relationship, I no longer had any expectations for the two of you anymore, and now there is no sadness at all. Mother, I would like to say goodbye." From inside the room came a cry of suppressed pain, the night wind blew past, making my cheeks cold. Another ten days passed, and Tan Hoan Y was sentenced to be beheaded because of the massacre. The mother used up all the dowry, the father ran everywhere to find someone to open the relationship, only to barely keep Tan Hoan Y alive. But from that day on, Tan Hoan Y could only hide and live a temporary life, working as a maid in the suburbs. However, this crime of lese majesty was reported to the Emperor's ears. The emperor was extremely angry. Remembering his father's contributions, he only demoted his father to a commoner, ordering him to send his mother back to her hometown. As soon as the first month party of the eldest son born to me and Trieu Anh ended, I was lying down on the royal concubine tower, dozing off. Xuan Nhi suddenly came close to my ear: "Madam, Second Miss is dead. I heard that she used a strip of clothing to hang herself right in front of Trang Tu's door. When she died, her tongue stuck out a long piece, very scary." The hatred as deep as the ocean was finally repaid, and I let out the last breath of anger that had been weighing me down for so long. Looking at my son cooing in the crib, I gently curled the corners of my eyes. Thinking about the time from now on, surely every day will be a beautiful day. RUN OUT OF.