Chapter 1 — My Father Was a Great General of Tran Bac, He Married Me to a Cold-Faced Prime Minister

"My father said...the first condition when marrying me off is: the husband and wife must pass away clean." My father, General Tham Biao of Tran Bac, spent his entire life in battle, killing enemies, and never frowned. Only when it came to my marriage, he was so sad that his head turned white.

“Nien Khanh, father has set three iron rules for you.”

He cracked his fingers and counted, "First, you must definitely die." The chopsticks in my hand almost fell to the ground.

“Dad, you're talking properly!” He slammed down on the table, "Your mother was tormented by your ancestors all her life. I can't let my daughter go down that path again."

I opened my mouth, but couldn't say a rebuttal. My mother was indeed forced to the point of exhaustion by her ancestors' rules and regulations, and finally died.

"Second, the family background must be strong enough. The household is low, outsiders will look down on you, and you have to bear the pain."

I nodded, this makes sense.

“Third——” He lowered his voice, a mysterious look on his face, “It's best for someone who doesn't have any pretty soulmates, and is clean and tidy.”

I put down the bowl and chopsticks and looked seriously at my father.

“Father, these three things of yours combined, I'm afraid I can only marry the grave.”

“Ho language!” He rolled his eyes and blew his beard, "Tomorrow I will send my second uncle to inquire, there are countless people in the capital who meet these conditions."...

As a result, the next day, my second uncle only brought back one name. Co Dien Chi. The youngest prime minister of the dynasty, twenty-three years old, joined the generals and had power over the court. Both parents have passed away, no brothers or sisters, alone. More importantly——

"This Prime Minister, I heard that even the maids serving tea next to him are all mamas over forty years old." My second uncle was surprised, "In the whole prime minister's palace, not to mention the concubine's room, there isn't even a female cat."

My parents were so happy like crazy.

“It's him!”

A not-so-good premonition arose in my heart.

"Father, that person is a prime minister, on what basis does he marry me?"

"My father and I hold 200,000 Tran Bac troops in our hands. Why does he not marry?"

Three days later, the saint arrived. The daughter of General Tran Bac, Tham Niem Khanh, married Prime Minister Co Dien Chi. I stood in front of the bronze mirror trying on clothes, then Thanh Hoa leaned close to my ear and whispered a sentence to me.

"Miss, it's been rumored outside that Prime Minister Gu is not close to women. I'm afraid... that aspect is not good."

My hand trembled, the phoenix official moved away.

“What did you say?”

“The slave said,” Thanh Hoa swallowed a mouthful of saliva, “the prime minister is so clean that even his children must be born by him himself.”

I'm quiet. Bow your head and look at your belly. Think about how to give birth yourself? How can I be born alone? On the big wedding day, ten miles of red dress. The whole street of Truong An was filled with people coming to watch the excitement. Not here to bless, but to watch the joke.

"Have you heard? That young lady from the general's palace actually married someone who cannot be humane."

"Tsk tusk, the general's eldest lady has such conditions, why would she marry someone like this?"

"Even though the Prime Minister says power and position are important, life is lived by oneself, and power cannot warm the bed for her."

I sat in the palanquin, hearing every sentence and every word clearly. Under the red scarf, I have no expression have a cold. The palanquin lowered, someone opened the curtain. A hand reached out. Knuckles are clear, fingertips are slightly cold. I put my hand on him and he led me down to the palanquin. Separated by a layer of headscarf, we see a pair of black brocade shoes, walking steadily and calmly. During the whole process of worshiping, he did not say a single word to me. The official shouted three times to bow, and he immediately followed suit, his movements neat and precise, so serious that it was like he was on the court. After being taken into the room, he arranged for me to sit on the edge of the bed. Then he said the first sentence on the wedding night.

"Tomorrow at Mao time (5:00 a.m. to 7:00 a.m.) please take care of yourself. There are not many regulations in the prime minister's palace. You should rest early."

As soon as the words ended, the sound of footsteps gradually left. The door closed. I raised my hand to lift my head scarf and slowly looked around. The red candles swayed, the words joy formed into pairs. In the room, there's only me alone. On the wedding night, the bridegroom left. Thanh Hoa sneaked in from outside, his expression somewhat complicated.

“Miss, the prime minister has returned to the study.”

“Why are you going back to the study on your wedding night?”

"Says there's still a chapter to review."

I nodded slightly, took off my phoenix crown, took off my robe, and then lay down on the bed.

“That's good.”

“Anyway, I'm sleepy.”

Thanh Hoa widened her eyes.

“Miss, are you really not angry?”

“Meaning what?” I turned around, "If he tries to stay here, I don't even know what to say to him."