Chapter 7 — Mother-in-law taught me to be generous, I gave her eighteen beautiful cards

People have to play for Marquis to listen. Someone must make tea for Marquis to drink. Everyone has a bunch of legitimate reasons. To the end. In that room. The person who stays the most. Only she remains. And loneliness. What made her suffer the most was not her illness. It's not like the body is getting weaker day by day. It's the old Marquis. The person she had been friends with all her life. The person with whom she gave birth to children, took care of the household, and supported the Marquis Palace for decades. He was the one who abandoned her first. From the day he had eighteen beautiful concubines. The old Marquis almost never entered her house anymore. During the day, watch flowers with beauties. In the afternoon, listen to beauties sing. In the evening, drink wine with a beauty. At night, we laughed and talked with the beauty in Xuan Huy Duong. Laughter. Passed on every day. Every sound is like a slap. Slap her straight on the face. She lies on the bed. Open your eyes and look at the curtain. Want to get angry. But don't get angry. Want to scold. But don't say it out loud. Want to destroy. But even my fingers no longer have enough strength. Until now. She just understood. There are things that are lost that can never be regained. The day before. It was she who once sat in front of me. Hands holding rosary beads. Every sentence and every word teaches us.

“It is normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines.”

"As the main wife, you must know how to be generous."

“The family is in harmony and everything is prosperous.”

How eloquently she said those words. How gratifying. Like someone standing on high looking down at everything. But now. The old Marquis family has beautiful concubines. Day after day, left and right hugged. She no longer had the right to object. Because of all that. These are all moral principles that she herself said. She used those words to force her daughter-in-law to be patient. To force the daughter-in-law to be generous. To force the daughter-in-law to accept the exterior. Those words became the shackles that locked her. Like a hole. In the past, she dug it out so someone else could fall. The person fell to the bottom of that hole. It was herself again. But this time. No one stands up to defend her anymore. Because the only person who was patient, tolerant, and single-mindedly maintained the Marquis Palace. He had already left with the peace book. In the backyard, chickens fly and dogs bark. And Luc Van Chu's situation is not any better. He once found a leisurely sixth-grade position as a supervisor at the Ministry of Public Works. Every day he wears a brand new official uniform that I paid for and had it custom-made. Ride a horse-drawn carriage to work. Go to the dentist's office to take attendance. Then sit down to drink tea and chat with colleagues. Every holiday season. I also gave him a large stack of checks. Let him take it to show respect to his superiors. Over the past years, he has lived very comfortably in the Ministry of Public Works. Everyone praised him for being young and talented. Immeasurable money. But now. All has changed. The official uniform on his body had not been washed for half a month. The collar is covered with nasty stains. Colleagues just saw him. Everyone cover their nose and stay away.

“Did the master Luc just fall into a cesspool or something?”

“I heard he was after an exterior.”

"But force it because the main wife is the daughter of the richest family in the world."

“It is also the living God of Wealth of the entire Marquis Palace.”

“Now the family is so poor that they don't even have a change of clothes.”

“It's truly worth it!”

Luc Van Chu heard those sarcastic words. I just wish I couldn't find a slot ground to crawl under. What's even more remarkable is that last night he was disturbed by Uyen Nhi's crying all night long. Basically can't sleep for long. While comparing the Ministry's books. Not just constantly nodding and falling asleep. He also miscalculated a sum of money to buy wood worth thirty thousand taels of silver. There was even a zero written missing. This time it really caused a big disaster. The Minister of Public Affairs held that miscalculated book. Aggressively threw it straight into Luc Van Chu's face.

"Refuse!"

“Not even a book can calculate it clearly!”

“What is the purpose of the court raising you!”

"The whole day the medical staff was not neat, and the spirit was panicked."

“What other system is there!”

“From today!”

“Stripped of your position as Chairman!”

“Sneak outside the city to manage the cemetery!”

Just in the blink of an eye. From a prominent mandarin in the capital. He turned into a nine-level small fry specializing in taking care of cemeteries. Luc Van Chu's path to becoming an official. Here it is completely destroyed.