Chapter 3 — Instead of Marrying His Wife, 7 Years of Supporting Him to the Throne, In Exchange for a Cup of Poisoned Wine

Her mother was heartbroken to the point of tears, hugging her with the words "heartfelt" and "baby". His father looked gloomy and walked back and forth in the room. Seeing me enter, everyone stopped for a moment. Mother was the first to frown:

“It's so late, what are you doing here?”

I stood at the door, quietly looking at the painting that had broken my heart countless times in my previous life. It's ridiculous. One person is the father who gave birth to me. One person is the head of the Marquis Palace. One person is my sister. The three of them stood together, yet no one truly considered me family. In my previous life, because of my mother's words "Thanh Vu, you are the most understanding person", I foolishly thought that I would finally be needed. Looking back now, I just feel nauseous. I bowed to my father and mother, my voice neither high nor low:

"My daughter heard that there was a change in the wedding tomorrow, and she felt uneasy, so she specially came to ask a question."

Father stared at me, his eyes already carrying some scrutiny.

“Did you hear it all?”

“Heard a little bit.”

Mother wiped her tears, her eyes quickly looked at me with a familiar look of calculation and common sense.

"Thanh Vu, you came at the right time. Your sister's body is inherently weak, and the crown prince is so sick. If he really marries there, I'm afraid he will soon be tormented to death. You have always been obedient and understanding. This time, I will take on the responsibility for my sister, is that okay?"

It's still the same set of words. In my previous life, I spent my whole life in one sentence, "I've always understood." I raised my head to look at her and suddenly smiled softly.

“Mother, on what basis?”

The room was quiet for a moment. Mother obviously didn't expect me to dare to ask such a contrary question, her face immediately darkened.

“What did you say?”

"I said, why should I change the marriage?"

I slowly raised my eyes, saying each word clearly:

"The holy decree clearly states that she is the eldest daughter of the Tham family. Now that you refuse to get married, is it not the Marquis who should go to the palace to apologize, but instead let me - a concubine - go in her place?"

Father shouted in a serious voice.

“Is this what you should say!”

I looked at him. In his previous life, he always said that I was the person most like him when he was young, smart, calm, knowing how to advance and retreat. But when he really needed someone to sacrifice, he didn't hesitate to leave me.

“Father.”

My voice is calm.

"The daughter just asked an honest question. If the sister doesn't get married, and the daughter doesn't get married either, then how are you going to tell His Majesty?"

The angry mother stood up.

"You're just a concubine, do you dare to argue here? If it weren't for the Marquis House raising you this much, you wouldn't have known where you would die! Now I tell you to share my worries for your sister, that's supporting you!"

A really nice sentence of support. She also said the same thing in her previous life. I even remember clearly that my eyes were red and I replied in a low voice:

“The daughter understands.”

How stupid it is. I smiled slightly and suddenly walked in front of Tham Minh Chieu. Her eyes were still red, but she was a little panicked, obviously not expecting me to be so tough today.

"Sister, don't misunderstand. I didn't mean to push you away, I was just... I was just too scared."

She also said these words in her previous life. But then we really believed it. I look she asked softly:

“If you're so afraid of death, surely you wouldn't want me to die for you, right?”

Tham Minh Chieu's face changed slightly. I didn't wait for her to answer, so I continued:

"How about this? Tomorrow morning, sister and I will go into the palace, right in front of His Majesty and the Queen, explain clearly the reason why she doesn't want to get married. I'm just a concubine, and I'll stand by your side and testify for you. At that time, no matter whether Your Majesty punishes the Marquis or revokes the decree granting the marriage, our whole family will bear it together, so it will be considered as sisters' deep love."

As soon as these words ended, the whole room's expression changed. Who dares to enter the palace and say such a thing? That's the only resistance. If it's light, the crime will be imposed, if it's serious, the whole government will be implicated. They couldn't bear to let Tham Minh Chieu suffer, and of course they couldn't bear to give up the rich future of the Marquis Palace. Father stared at me, his eyes darkening little by little.

“Thanh Vu, today you are determined to cause trouble, right?”

"Girls don't dare to cause trouble."

"It's just a big matter of marriage. Whoever should shoulder it is the one who should shoulder it. Sister is the daughter of the Marquis, and has enjoyed the favor of the Marquis for so many years. Could it be that she can't even bear a marriage decree?"

Tham Minh Chieu finally panicked. She grabbed her mother's sleeve, crying and saying:

"Mother, look at her! She clearly wants to force me to death!"

Hearing that familiar saying, I suddenly found it very interesting. In my previous life, they clearly forced me to death step by step. Now I just say a few sincere words, but she cries and says she was forced to die. Mother was indeed so heartbroken that she couldn't bear it. She raised her hand and hit me in the face.

“You are truly cruel—”

But before she could lower her hand, I was holding it tightly with one hand. The whole room immediately fell silent. Since childhood, I have always been gentle and obedient, never resisting. Mother obviously did not expect me to dare to block her hand. I met her shocked and angry eyes, slowly let go, my voice still calm as before.

"If mother wants to hit me, then tomorrow just hit me in the face. Just let the people of the Eastern palace come to pick up the bride and see clearly, the fourth Miss Marquis was forced by her mother to change her marriage."

Just that one sentence completely blocked their ability to attack on the spot. Mother was so angry that she was shaking all over, father's face was as pale as iron, and Tham Minh Chieu cried even more until he could barely breathe. But I just stood there, coldly looking at them. After a long time, his father finally gritted his teeth and spoke:

“Everyone go out first.”

Mother wanted to say something, but was stopped by a look in his eyes. Very quickly, there were only me and my father left in the room.