Chapter 3 — In this life, the Crown Princess will no longer be my sister's turn

The mother-in-law laughed so much that her eyes narrowed.

“Our little Tuyet Thuoc really has an eye for people.”

After saying that, she turned to look at Trieu Canh Hanh, a smile still lingering at the corner of her lips:

"Your Highness, don't blame him. Children don't understand things, yet they clawed at your strength."

Trieu Canh Hanh lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze stopped on my small hand holding the jade pendant tightly. That piece of jade has been with him for more than ten years, never leaving his waist for a single day. Yet at this moment, he was held tightly in the palm of his hand by a still-babbling child, even covered in drool. He was silent for a moment then slowly extended his hand. Long, slender fingers gently brushed the jade's surface, which was tinged with warmth. But he did not immediately take it back. On the contrary, it seems to be confirming something.

"No problem."

Trieu Canh Hanh leisurely opened his mouth. The teenager's clear voice carried a slight hoarseness, but it was cold to the point of being difficult to fathom.

“It's just an old block of jade.”

As he finished speaking, his eyes fell on my face again. I was still grinning innocently, drool running down my chin.

“Miss Thang.”

He suddenly called me directly, his tone strangely calm.

“Very powerful indeed.”

Having said that, he withdrew his hand. From beginning to end, there was no intention of reclaiming the jade pendant.

"If there is a relationship, then let Miss Thang keep this jade as a fun object."

The voice was as light as a breeze. But as soon as he finished speaking, the whole hall immediately erupted. The Crown Prince's personal belongings were given to a child who was in the middle of a handover ceremony. Who dares to guess the meaning behind this story? But in that moment, countless eyes simultaneously turned towards me, mixed with surprise, scrutiny and admiration. Lam Thi's face no longer had any color left. White as if covered with a layer of ash. She looked towards Thang Thanh Ngo, her eyes were as cold as a poisoned needle. I squeezed the gentle jade in my hand, feeling the warmth that remained on it. That is the warmth that belongs to the future king. But inside my heart is cold to the bone. Trieu Canh Hanh. In this life, his eyes must definitely stop on me. As for Thang Thanh Ngo... She is only worthy of standing at my feet, watching with my own eyes as I step over her remains, righteously sitting on the position of the Crown Princess. From then on, that green jade block became my protective talisman. The great-grandmother herself used red string to string it and carefully hung it on my chest.

“Tieu Tuyet Thuoc, this item is extremely precious, you absolutely must not lose it.”

The mother-in-law calmly advised. I nodded forcefully, my small hand gently pressing against the jade block in front of my chest. Truly... It's something extremely precious. Because of it, Thi Lam and Thang Thanh Ngo's public tactics have been greatly reduced towards me. But the sounds in the dark are like poisonous snakes hidden in the grass. These lowly people "accidentally" ruined my honor. The new clothes were somehow "torn and torn". The mother who taught me etiquette always "inadvertently" said: "Eldest Miss, you are so clumsy, how can you marry me in the future? Second Miss is still more obedient." In my previous life, I was so angry that these words jumped up, making my arrogant and arrogant reputation even more solid. What about this life? I blink Blinking his big innocent eyes, tilting his head to look at the other mother: "Mom, are you saying I'm clumsy?" Mom showed a "wholeheartedly devoted to her child" expression: "This old slave is for the good of you."

"OH." I nodded, then suddenly rushed forward, grabbed the distorted bag that Thang Thanh Ngo had just finished embroidering and placed it next to it.

The bag was torn in two by me. Thang Thanh Ngo said "wow" and burst into tears. I pointed at my mother, my voice both crisp and clear: "Mom taught me to tear! She said Thanh Ngo's sister's embroidery was bad, so she had to tear it!" Mom's face instantly turned pale: "Dai, big lady! The old slave is gone!" I pursed my lips, feeling sorry for myself and about to cry: "Yes! She said Thanh Ngo was clumsy and couldn't marry her in the future!" These words were indeed whispered by my mother secretly behind my back. I pulled it out, every word is correct. When Lam Thi heard the news, she rushed over and saw Thang Thanh Ngo crying until she couldn't breathe with her torn bag and her face turning pale.

“What happened!”

I snatched it away before my mother could explain, rushing to my grandmother's feet, tears falling as she said: "Grandmother! Mother scolded me Thanh Ngo for being stupid! And told me to tear up her bag! Thuoc Thuoc was so scared!"