Chapter 10 — In Rebirth, My Sister Stole My Cold-Faced Husband

“Father, this matter needs witnesses.” I said, "Someone needs to come forward and prove that Tham Minh Chau's contact with King Te was her personal act and had nothing to do with the Tham family."

“Who will prove it?”

“Bui Nghien Chi.”

Parents were stunned.

"He is Major Khanh Dai Ly Tu, the case was handled by him, the evidence was collected by him. His one sentence carries more weight than anyone else's."

“But he……he was engaged to Tham Minh Chau——”

“Because of that, his words are more trustworthy.” I stood up, "I'll go find him."

“An Ninh!” Mother called me back, "your relationship with the Bui family... you have a marriage contract..."

"Mother, I'm not looking for him for personal reasons, but for the Tham family."

I went to Dai Ly Tu. Bui Nghien Chi is in his public office, in front of him is a pile of files on the King of Qi's case. Seeing me enter, he put down his pen.

“She's here.”

“For the Tham family?”

“You can guess.”

He leaned back in his chair and calmly said: "'The Shen family is available', those four words are King Qi's autographs, not the truth. I will clearly state in the verdict—- Tham Minh Chau's contact with King Qi was a personal act, not related to the Tham family." I was stunned.

“You were——”

“I finished writing it yesterday.” He pulled out a document from under the stack of files and showed it to me, "Do you think I will let the Tham family get implicated because of her?"

I looked at the neat handwriting on the paper, and for a moment I didn't know what to say. Bui Nghien Chi sighed softly.

"An Ninh, I know you think I was not good to you in my previous life. But there are some things—" he paused for a moment, "it's not that I don't care, but I don't know how to express them."

“Bui Nghien Chi——”

“She doesn't need to say anything.” He interrupted me, "Your choice, I respect. Ta Lam Uyen——truly suits you better than me."

When he said this, his voice was very calm. But the inkstone on his table, I don't know when he squeezed it until it cracked. I don't expose it.

“Thank you.”

I turned around and walked to the door.

"On the day we get married in September, I won't come."

I turned my head to look at him.

“Why, she knows.” he said.

Of course I know.

“Then don't come.”

We step outside. Behind him came a very soft sigh. On the way back, I sat in the carriage, closed my eyes and thought a lot. In my previous life, I resented Bui Nghien Chi, thinking he harmed me. Doing it again in this life, I discovered that he did not harm me—it was fate that harmed both of us. He's not good enough, not brave enough, not warm enough. But he's not a bad person. Just not suitable for me. On the twenty-fifth of August, the verdict for Tham Minh Chau was issued. Stripped of all orders, will never be allowed to enter the capital. It's useless for the Trieu family to ask for help—the Trieu family itself is still unable to take care of itself. The day she left, I didn't come to see her off. But Thanh Hoa was able to inquire about the situation at that time.

"Miss Bieu's belongings have been confiscated. Miss Bui was at the maid's house and did not come to see her off. When she left, only two maids followed."

“Miss, don't you feel pitiful?”

“Poor people must have something to hate.” I stroked the little cat on the windowsill, "When you poisoned me, you didn't feel sorry for me."

Thanh Hoa shivered. Tham Minh Chau left the capital, the risk of the Tham family was temporarily relieved. Position of assistant The body was preserved, and the mother's face was also much better. Everything is moving in a good direction. On the first day of the ninth month, Ta Lam Uyen came to Tham palace, carrying a cinnamon flower branch.

“The first branch to bloom.” He gave me cinnamon flowers, smiling so much that his eyes curved, "It's September."

September. The month we became friends.

“Are you nervous?” he asked.

“I'm nervous.”

“What are you nervous about?”

"I'm afraid she'll change her mind."

“……Are you too unconfident in yourself?”

“It's not that I don't have confidence in myself.” He scratched the back of his head, "but I think she's too good, I'm afraid she's not worthy."

I look at him. This person, who once went to the battlefield, once killed the enemy, was hit three times by a knife, and was personally honored with a drink by the Crown Prince—and yet he felt that he was not worthy of me.

“Ta Lam Uyen.”

“You deserve it.”

He paused for a moment, then burst out laughing. That smile was like cinnamon flowers blooming on his face all September.

“Then I can rest assured.”

Preparing for the wedding is extremely cumbersome. The Ta palace was handled single-handedly by Lady Vu An, with great fanfare. I was preparing the dowry at the Tham residence, and my mother wished she could pack up half the warehouse and come with me.

"Let's bring a little more, we can't let the Ta family think we're being stingy."

“Mother, the Ta family is not the type of person to care about dowry.”

“No, face must be maintained.”

Thanh Hoa is so busy every day that her feet don't touch the ground, sometimes inventorying jewelry, sometimes arranging clothes, muttering: "Miss, when you come to the Ta family in the future, will you bring slaves with you?"

“Excess words.”

“Then I have to try harder, slave.” She said seriously, "Master Ta's kitchen must be inspected first, otherwise the young lady will be hungry in the future."