Chapter 7 — Mother wants me to share my husband with you, so I won't marry anymore

His voice was steady and strong: "I have been trained by them since I was a child. I have determined one thing in my heart: I will only love one person in one lifetime." His ears turned a little red again: "I received a letter from your great-grandmother. I was so happy that I couldn't sleep well for three nights in a row. I hurriedly pulled my father along to arrange the bride price, not intentionally delaying it, but wanting to properly arrange all the big and small things related to the wedding."

"The wedding is scheduled for half a month later, don't feel too rushed." He took out a neatly folded piece of red paper from his sleeve and held it out with both hands: "I have prepared everything, I will definitely let you marry me with good fortune."

I took that piece of paper and opened it. On it, I used neat handwriting to clearly write the wedding date, process, list of bride price, every big and small thing was complete, meticulously listed on a whole page. I pressed that piece of paper to my chest, blushing and answering softly. On that big wedding day, red silk fluttered brightly and the sounds of gongs and drums resounded bustlingly everywhere. While worshiping the road, he held my hand and walked through the fire basin, his hand firmly supporting my elbow, whispering: "Go slowly, don't be in a hurry." Grandmother brought out more than half of her own dowry to add to my page. She took my hand, turned it over and over and caressed it without letting go: "Grandmother's child has finally suffered the end of the world. These things were given to you by my grandmother, no one should try to part with them." Mother stood to the side, the smile on her face seemed forced. She was already angry with me and didn't even want to prepare a needle for my dowry. But the Co family was the Marquis' Palace, the disciples displayed it there, she did not dare to let outsiders look at it and laugh, in the end she still took out half. The remaining half, she said she wanted to keep for Tong Dao. I won't fight, just consider it all cleared from here. I don't want to spend the rest of my life living in the ghosts of my previous life. During the entire wedding, only Tong Dao had a long face, her eyes staring at the red royal robe on her body. I covered myself with a red veil and passed by her side, from beginning to end I didn't look at her even once. Later I heard that in the end, Tong Dao still married into the General's palace. She used tricks to get pregnant. Her mother gave her double the dowry, almost using silver to pave a road, so that she could be given the title of Binh's wife in exchange for her. But the new main wife that the General's palace married was the daughter of the Ministry of Rites' House. Her mother was a famous person who respected rules in the capital. What she hated most was indiscriminate matters. The first day Tong Dao entered the door, she was forced to kneel on the ground to drink tea. The concubine respectfully accepted her ceremony, turned around and ordered the upper and lower levels in the palace to only call her "Tong Concubine". Peace? In terms of rules, Binh's wife is still a concubine. In my previous life, I stood in front, but my mother pressed down on the General's mansion, so she could enjoy the treatment of the official wife. Now everything has returned to its original trajectory, she deserves it. The main wife is not a lamp that has run out of oil. To Making Tong Dao clearly realize her identity, she immediately turned around and gave two concubine rooms to Bui Ngon. She herself has a set of ways to govern the family, using the "treat the same" method to the point of ecstasy: in a month, Bui Ngon has half a month off in the main courtyard, the remaining fifteen days, three concubines spend five days each. Tong Dao was held so tightly that he couldn't resist. He couldn't even find a place to cry in the right voice. She ran back to her mother's house, begging her mother to take over for her. How could the mother swallow this anger? She immediately ordered someone to prepare a carriage and fiercely rushed straight to the General's palace to demand an explanation. But the official wife didn't even give her a seat. She just stood under the porch, sizing her up from head to toe: "Lady Song really has a great presence, running to someone else's house to teach me how to manage the house? Don't bring those rules and regulations that don't belong to your house. Don't bring it to our palace. If you feel that I'm harsh on your house's concubine, just go and report to her."