Chapter 3 — Internet Users Love Me

After hearing this, Ngan Hanh was so angry that her face turned white:
"Girl! They're talking nonsense! What's wrong with their face? What's their worth? A bunch of rotten-tongued bastards!"
I stopped her:
“No need to pay attention.”
Ngan Hanh was impatient:
“Aren't you angry, miss?”
I don't answer. In my previous life, I also heard words that were a hundred times more harsh than that. After marrying into the Luc family, some people said that I was destined to die, killing An Chieu Vien, turning around and seducing the Marquis of Tinh An, a very clever tactic. Some people say that when An Chieu Vien was not yet dead, I secretly seduced Luc Van Cu, without shame. Those words spread throughout half of the capital, Luc Van Cu never defended me even a single word. On the contrary, he calmly said:
"The reputation I earned after ten years of hard work is buried on you. Even I don't feel like I'm losing face. What right do you have to be resentful?"
…… Perhaps Luc Van Cu has also heard the news of his marriage. First, the Luc family's butler brought the Tet ceremony. Not even halfway through December, baskets of salted meat and smoked pork legs were already being carried in. It was said that the second young master had ordered them, fearing that the family would have many things to do before Tet, so they brought them here early. Afterwards, Luc Van Cu personally wrote a letter to his father. In the letter, it was said that the eight characters of Miss An and Young Master Manh were not compatible, so he invited the Taoist leader at Thai Thanh Palace to take a look. The words were sincere, the tone was caring, like a responsible brother worrying about the life-long affairs of his deceased friend's sister. After reading the letter, his father hesitated for a few days and asked his stepmother if she should reconsider. The stepmother almost threw the tea cup to pieces.
"The eight words don't match? Which Taoist said it? That second son of the Luc family is in charge of a lot of things! He's just an outsider, what are you worried about?"
In the end, this matter went nowhere. But I know, Luc Van Cu will not stop. He uses the most face-to-face method, so face-to-face that no one can find fault, but it can sow a seed of doubt in everyone's hearts. This person was like that in his previous life, so is this life. On the twenty-third day of December, Tet of the Kitchen God. Firecrackers crackled all night long in the capital, the streets were filled with the sweet smell of Kitchen God candy. Step-mother said she wanted to go to Ho Quoc Pagoda to offer incense, and asked me to go with her.
"I have settled down, so I should worship Bodhisattva and pray that everything will go well next year."
Ho Quoc Pagoda is a large pagoda built by royal decree and cannot be entered by ordinary people. I don't know what kind of relationship the stepmother had to get a message to enter the temple. The carriage swayed for more than half an hour and stopped in front of the mountain gate. I lifted the curtain and was about to get out when I saw not far away a horse-drawn carriage with a black painted top and a lantern of Tinh Vien Ba palace hanging on its legs. Next to the car is Han Thi. There is also a teenager. The young man wore a dark blue cotton shirt and a wide-brimmed hat on his head. The brim of the hat was pulled down very low, covering more than half of the face, revealing only the chin and hands. When they saw my carriage, those hands immediately tightened the hem of my shirt, then quickly let go. Insecure fingers rubbed each other. Han Thi's face carried a bit of helplessness.
"This kid Khai Nien insisted on going with me. I told him not to meet him before we got married, so he immediately turned around to look for me." A hat is placed on the head, and if the face is covered, it is not considered a meeting.
I looked at the young man wearing a hat. He was more than a head taller than me, with broad shoulders and standing straight. Only his chin was exposed under the stiff brim of his hat, like he was trying to endure something. Seeing my eyes looking over, he suddenly put out his hand hidden behind his back. In the palm of his hand was an apricot rose. I don't know how long he held it in his hand, but the flower petals withered. He brought the flower in front of me. Hands are shaking. My heart suddenly softened.
“Let the children stay for a while.” Thi Han pulled the model and walked towards the front hall. “Khai Nien has been waiting for a long time.”
Wait for everyone to go away. Manh Khai Nien still stood in place, his hat brim pulled down low, one hand holding the hem of his shirt, the other hand hanging at his side, his knuckles so tense they turned white. I went to stand in front of him, raised my hand and lifted the hat. He was startled and instinctively raised his hands to cover his face. But it's late. The left cheekbone was swollen to a large extent, the skin on the corner of the mouth was torn, and a dark red dried blood stain stretched diagonally across the chin. The whole face was blue and purple, only the eyes remained intact. Both black and bright, like two black stones soaked in clear water. I was stunned. Then raised his hand to signal: Who hit? He bowed his head, pressed his lips into a line, refusing to answer. The little private who was close to Truong An said impatiently:
“Miss, the second young master is fighting! A few days ago, someone at the amusement park spoke ill of her, saying she was destined to be incompatible with her relatives and couldn't marry her. When the second young master heard it, he rushed forward!”
Manh Khai Nien looked at me cautiously. Then, he took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and gave it to me. On the paper was a row of crooked words.
— What they said was wrong. Lang Lang is the most beautiful.