Chapter 11 — My Ex-Husband Laughed at Me for Remarrying, Only on Wedding Night Did I Panic

"Finally, he was so embarrassed that he became angry and reported to Kim Loan Palace. Who would have thought that his ex-wife would take out a letter of separation, exposing each crime, making him speechless!"

"What's even more amazing is that when the female secret guard saw that the Marquis had turned his back on him so mercilessly, she resolutely beat the drum and posted an announcement, accusing him of raping the women and betraying his love and gratitude!"

"Your Majesty is wise, find out the truth, judge that the Marquis has closed the door, punish him for one year, and must marry that female secret guard as a concubine and raise him properly!"

"Tell me, did this Marquis think so cleverly that he ended up harming himself?"

“Does this correspond to the saying—If God causes you to sin, you can avoid it, but if you commit evil by yourself, you cannot live!”

The old man told stories with excellent eloquence, adding flavor to Tong Kieu Tri's bad stories, making them vivid and lifelike, with ups and downs, extremely unique. More and more people gathered around, inside and outside three floors, tightly packed in front of the gate of Ly palace. Laughter, cheers, and curses continued endlessly.

"Deserve it! This kind of man must have this ending!"

"Phi! What about the Marquis? It's not as good as the hooligans on the street!"

"That female secret guard is not a good type. She climbed up on the bed, and now she can't do anything!"

"Miss Ly is so pitiful, she would marry such a thing!"

"Now I'm not pitiful anymore, marrying Lam Tham Hoa, how good it is!"

“Yes, yes!”

Tong Kieu Tri knelt in the middle of the crowd, listening to the old man tell the story, revealing his undisclosed stories to the world, and listening to the surrounding people mercilessly mocking and cursing, his face was so red that it looked like it was about to bleed, the blue veins on his forehead were bulging, his chest was heaving violently, he was so embarrassed that he wanted to die. In the end, I could only run away. A few days later, the Marquis of Vinh Ninh Palace still carried a small gray palanquin and brought Ta Nhiem Tinh in from the side door. There were no drums, no guests, not even worship. A small palanquin, a bag of luggage, are all that Ta Nhiem Tinh can call "exit". The Emperor said "marry as a concubine", the Marquis actually gave her the status of a concubine, without even a formal ceremony. Ta Nhiem Tinh wore an old pink outfit, carried her luggage herself, and walked into the back yard of the Marquis Palace - a place that she previously thought was easy to reach, but now it was so cold that it made her shiver. Her residence was arranged in the most remote courtyard in the palace, with only two rough ladies serving her. Since the day she entered the door, Tong Kieu Tri has never stepped foot in her hospital once. He started to get drunk. There's no need for the tide to come up anymore. It's too closed, but it gives him even more reason to relax. The servants in the palace secretly gossiped, saying that the Marquis seemed to have turned into another person, gloomy and easily angry, making the slightest move and destroying and hitting people. But Ta Nhiem Tinh's life is even more miserable. The status is there, but that title of "concubine", in a deep palace like the Marquis Palace, without the favor of a man, without support from her mother's family, without even a decent initiation ceremony, is like nothing. The servants saw the high and low, cutting her expenses, the food brought was all cold food, leftovers, coal and fire were not enough in the winter. She hugged her growing belly and went to see Tong Kieu Tri, I want to complain, I want to ask for some mercy. But Tong Kieu Tri basically refused to meet her. One time, it was very difficult for her to stop him in front of the hospital, when he was extremely drunk.

“Master…” she hugged her stomach, tears in her eyes calling out to him.

Tong Kieu Tri squinted his drunken eyes and looked at her for a long time before realizing who it was, and then his face revealed an undisguised look of disgust.

“Seeing you is bad luck!” He kicked the stone chair next to her, scaring Ta Nhiem Tinh into taking several steps back.

"Master Marquis! In my belly I still carry your bones and flesh!" Ta Nhiem Tinh cried loudly.

“Bone and flesh?” Tong Kieu Tri smirked, staggered and pointed at her belly:

"Who knows which wild man's race is this?"

“Do you even dare to blame this Marquis on your head?”

“Get away!”

“Don't dirty my majesty's place!”

Having finished speaking, he did not bother to look at her one more time, staggered back to the study room, and slammed the door shut. Ta Nhiem Tinh stood in the cold yard, listening to the vague sounds of smashing and cursing coming from inside, his heart felt like ashes. From that day on, the war between the two officially broke out. Every time Tong Kieu Tri came back from drinking, he was in a bad mood, so he rushed into Ta Nhiem Tinh's cottage, pointed it straight at her face and scolded her, scolded her for not knowing shame, scolded her for her deep intentions, scolded her for ruining his life, scolded the baby in her womb for being cruel. At first Ta Nhiem Tinh was patient, but later he couldn't stand it anymore.