Chapter 4 — Instead of Marrying His Wife, 7 Years of Supporting Him to the Throne, In Exchange for a Cup of Poisoned Wine

He looked at me, like he really recognized me for the first time.

“Thanh Vu.”

His voice was low.

“Do you know what happened?”

I laughed coldly in my heart, but on my face it still didn't show.

“What can a girl know?”

Father stared at me and suddenly softened his voice.

"I also know your sister's personality. Since childhood, she has been pampered and cannot bear suffering. The current Crown Prince is in such a state that anyone who marries him will be guilty. You are different. You have always been smart and know how to maintain your integrity. If you replace your sister this time, father will definitely not mistreat you in the future."

He also said the same thing in his previous life. Later on, I actually changed my marriage. His so-called "not being cruel" was just that every holiday, he sent someone to give me two more boxes of tonics. Then when I asked for help on Ta Hanh's behalf, he said with a cold face:

“The Shen family has been sincere and sincere.”

I raised my head and looked at him seriously.

"If father says he won't mistreat me, then why don't you write a paper to prove it?"

He was stunned:

"If my daughter changes her marriage, then please ask father to transfer the second house in the south of the city, the silk shop in the west of the city, along with the contracts of the aunt (Tham Thanh Vu's biological mother) and my younger brother, all to my name."

I stopped for a moment and smiled slightly.

"In addition, I also ask father to write clearly, in the future, no matter how glorious or disgraceful the daughter in the Eastern Palace is, the Marquis will no longer be able to force me in the name of concubine."

His father's face immediately darkened. Of course he couldn't bear those things. Especially the contracts of my aunt and my younger brother. That is the destiny gate that my grandfather and mother used to control me. Seeing that he didn't say anything, I immediately understood. I bowed softly:

"It seems that the so-called not being cruel in father's mouth is just that."

Having finished speaking, I turned around and left. Behind him, his father's voice was heard, trying to suppress his anger:

“Tham Thanh Vu, if you step out of this door tonight, tomorrow there will be no one up or down at the Marquis Palace to protect you!”

My footsteps didn't stop, I just replied faintly:

"Then don't dare to worry father."

In this life, I don't intend to rely on you guys anymore. After leaving the hospital, Thanh Le and Xuan Hanh were both scared.

“Fourth Miss, how dare you today…how dare you talk to Marquis like that.”

I didn't answer, I just told them to close the hospital door. After the room became quiet again, I slowly sat down and began to consider the next path. If you still want to stay in the Marquis Palace in peace, the best solution is of course to be like your previous life and obediently change your marriage. But on that road, I have already died once. Absolutely unable to walk. But if my face is really torn apart, the Marquis will not let me go easily. Especially my aunt (birth mother) and my younger brother are still in the hands of my mother. They are the rope hanging around my neck. Thinking of this, my heart suddenly tightens. After I died in my previous life, what happened to my mother and younger brother? I'm just afraid it won't end well. I closed my eyes, trying to suppress the emotions swirling in my heart. In this life, I have to get my mother and younger brother out first. Fortunately, I know something that I only discovered in my previous life a long time later - manager Zhou of the Marquis's records department is a chess enthusiast. silver, and missing a large sum of money at the casino. Over the years, he relied on taking care of his mother's personal affairs and raking in a lot of profits. The thing he was most afraid of was the books being opened and examined. But in my hands, he is both good and has a bit of his weakness. In my previous life, when I lived the most miserable days in the Eastern Palace, I asked someone to return to the Marquis Palace to check the list of my dowry. Only then did I discover that the things the Marquis Palace had given me were almost all empty shells, and many valuable things were secretly moved away by the accounting department and my mother. That fake book was created by Manager Chu. Now, if we want to quickly cut through this mess and save our people and relatives, it would be most appropriate to take action from him. I raised my eyes to look at Thanh Le.

"Go to the rear gate (the back door of the palace) and find A Thanh."

A Thanh is a young man I once accidentally helped. He usually helps in the kitchen. He is the smartest and knows the most about things that cannot be seen in the Marquis Palace. Although Thanh Le was skeptical, she still obeyed and left immediately. After she left, I asked Xuan Hanh to get me paper and pen. Xuan Hanh carefully asked:

“Miss, what are you planning to do?”

I bowed my head, grinding ink, and said softly:

“Write a letter to the Crown Prince.”

Xuan Hanh was so scared that she almost dropped the lamp in her hand.

“Fourth Miss, this… if anyone finds out about this, you will lose your life!”

Of course we know that we will lose our lives. But the more I know, right now what can really hold me, is not the Marquis Palace, not the so-called filial piety, nor my own fragile capital. It's the Eastern Palace. In my previous life, after I married there, I gradually realized how difficult Ta Hanh's situation was. I also know that he is actually more alert than everyone else thinks. It's not that he doesn't see through the dirty thoughts of the Marquis, it's just that he's too lazy to expose them, and at the same time he also needs a Crown Princess with a good background and is easy to control. If that were the case, then I would have brought this matter of changing my marriage to him earlier. Let him choose. I spread out the paper to write a letter, but when I held the pen, my hand paused slightly. Seven years of grudges and resentments in the past life finally turned into just a few words that gently fell onto the tip of the pen.