Chapter 2 — Lam Tu

He grabbed my wrist again, leaned close to my ear and said: "Lam Tu, we've been in bed for ten years. Do you think I don't recognize you?" I pulled my arm hard, wanting to get away from him. But he still didn't let go. I took a deep breath. "I've realized it, so why did the Crown Prince say those words in front of everyone? We all know clearly that the person you want to marry is the First Lady of the Lam family!" He stared at me. "Do you think I want that? If you don't pretend to hesitate in front of the Saint, this time the one who gets married will be you!" "Or... do you really want to marry to that lonely border place, be implicated by the gods of sin, and then died prematurely?" It turns out... That was his calculation. I coldly replied: "I don't dare to bother the Crown Prince." In this life... I am willing to accept the decree and marry to the border. The road is far away, we have prepared a plan to escape. Take that opportunity to leave Lam's palace, leave the capital, leave this torn life. Maybe... It's the only chance in my life. ... I used all my strength to kick him. He was so hurt that he let go. I turned around and ran away. In the wind came his questioning voice: "Lam Tu, why do you resent me so much?" "I'm obviously saving you, why do you still want to die?" "Could it be... that I didn't treat you well in my previous life?" Did Tieu The Tu treat her poorly? Past life... Everyone said the same thing. Good. It's really good. All over the capital it was said that Lam Tu was the girl with the best fate. How deeply her husband loves her. Every time he holds a party, he carefully advises my taste. Sometimes we even go to the kitchen to cook our favorite dishes. He personally looked at the clothes and jewelry for me. I fell ill, he even tasted the medicine himself. ... Maybe... I should know enough. But... Why does the doctor say that I am depressed inside and that my body is getting weaker and weaker? In my previous life, I once sat by the lake. The water reflects our face. I was suddenly stunned. Who am I... like? Hong Cu suddenly spoke: "Madam now... looks more and more like Dai Miss." That's when I suddenly remembered. The clothes on my body, the brooches in my hair, even the dishes that he told me to prepare every time... These were all my sister's favorite things. It's not that we've never protested. I used to change everything. But that night... The person who grew up with me since childhood, Hong Cu, was kicked until his blood was bleeding. I rushed to hug her. He was forcefully pulled out again. Before our eyes there are only bloody wounds. I shouted: "I gave the order! If you're good, just aim at me!" Tieu Triet's voice was cold. He didn't answer me at all. "I have warned you before. This slave changed on her own and deserves to be punished." "It's also for your health." That night... I trembled and applied ointment to Hong Cu. Once again learned how to be obedient and submissive. ... Day after day... I keep living like that. Just like a wooden puppet with a string pulled by someone, he perfectly fulfills the role he has to play. I stood up. Just feel dizzy. Limbs are soft. The foot slipped. I fell into the lake. Water rushed in. Soft... Cold... Completely envelops me. The scene before my eyes is getting farther and farther away. The sound in my ears also gradually disappeared. So quiet. Until someone picked me up. The air rushed in, causing me to choke painfully. It's Tieu Triet. His eyes were red and he blurted out: "Lam Chi! How dare you die?" Lam Chi... That's my sister's name. This isn't the first time he called me that. On the bed... He kissed me, calling me over and over again: "Lam Chi..." While drunk. In the bedroom, he lifted my face and said in a hoarse voice: "Lam Chi... I miss you so much..."... I never resisted. But this time... I suddenly struggled frantically. In

water. I kicked him. Bite him. Over and over again, I screamed in his ear: "I hate you!" "I hate you!" "Go and die!" "Go and die!" I hate. I really regret it. I hate him for forcing me to become someone else. Now we don't even have the right to die. I hate it even more... I hate everyone saying he loves me. Everyone says we should know enough. ... I struggled over and over again. In the end... Neither of us could get ashore. My soul lingers in this world for one more day. All over the capital it is said. Tieu The Tu fell in love and died in order to save his wife. The story of meeting a wife in a dream in the past has been passed down as an anecdote. No one knows... The heroine of that story. Never been satisfied. … This life. When we return to the palace. There was talk throughout the capital. Everyone is guessing who Tieu The Tu will marry. Some people say it's Lam Chi. Someone said it was me. Some people also said he would marry both. Lam Chi is the main wife. I work as a concubine. I chuckled. I know... These rumors were definitely spread by Tieu Triet. He has always been like this. Exactly like the previous life. Lam Chi cried in his room for half a day. She bit her lip and repeated over and over: "He really..." It was the same in her previous life. The wedding decree had arrived, but she still could only say half a sentence, refusing to clarify the truth, only hugging her mother and crying. As if... It was I who planned her. It wasn't until I stepped foot into the National Palace that I realized it was just a misunderstanding. Mother looked at me, pulled me back and asked: "What's the matter? Why didn't your sister go? Could this marriage matter have fallen on you?" I lowered my eyes. "How do you know? Isn't she the one who didn't want to go and forced you to get on the carriage?" Mother's face turned cold. There was anger in his eyes. She raised her hand and poked my forehead a few times. "Don't you dare argue!" I raised my head to look at her. In my previous life... She also forced me to ask the same thing. Lam Chi even falsely accused me of intentionally changing her dress. Father and mother both believe. In the word sugar. I was punished to kneel all night. Just because my uncle and mother-in-law passed away.