Chapter 2 — My Father Was a Great General of Tran Bac, He Married Me to a Cold-Faced Prime Minister

A silent night without words. The next morning, at the hour of the Cat, I promptly went to the main hall to ask for blessings. The Prime Minister's Palace indeed had no elders, only a row of mamas standing down the hallway. The eldest stepped forward to welcome him and bowed slightly to pay respects.

"It's a good morning, my lord. He's already finished his breakfast in the study room."

“Is he this early every day?”

"Every day, sir, Dan wakes up, and by the time Mao has finished handling half of the day's official affairs."

I was stunned for a moment. Tiger time… it was around three in the morning. Is this person not sleeping?

"My lady's breakfast is ready, please move to the flower hall."

In the flower hall there is a full table of food. Eight hot dishes, four cold dishes, two bowls of porridge, plus a plate of breakfast. I'm the only one sitting and eating. I looked at the table of food spread out before my eyes, and suddenly a strange feeling arose in my heart. This marriage did not seem to be the same as what I had imagined. Three days after the wedding, I finally met Co Dien Chi at the dinner table. Because my father came. General Tham Biao boldly rushed into the prime minister's palace, his first words were——

"Sir, it's been three days since my daughter got married here, why do you still leave her alone to eat?"

Co Dien Chi sat in the main position, his expression calm as water.

"Father-in-law, you're busy with official matters, and there are many rude things."

“Government busy?” My father slammed on the table, "You're marrying my daughter, not bringing home a Buddha statue!"

"Father!" I quickly pulled his sleeve, "Dad, keep your voice down, this is the prime minister's palace, not a military camp."

“What do I care about that palace anymore!”

My father turned his head to look at me, his eyes lightly scanning from top to bottom. His voice suddenly lowered, carrying some sadness:

“Niem Khanh… you have become thinner.”

I'm not skinny, I just don't have eyebrows yet. But I don't intend to explain. Co Dien Chi raised the tea cup and softly curled her lips.

“From today onwards, we will share three meals with my wife at the same table.”

He spoke very calmly, as if he was issuing an official order. My father snorted, although not too satisfied, but also reluctantly restrained his anger. Before leaving, he pulled me aside and asked in a low voice.

“Nien Khanh, has he touched you yet?”

"Father!" My face immediately turned red.

“I just asked one question.”

My father's face immediately darkened.

“This damn guy——”

“Father!” I quickly held him tightly, "It's only been three days! Three days! What's the hurry?"

He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.

"Okay, I'll give him three more days. After three days, if there's still no movement, I'll lead soldiers and directly dismantle his prime minister's palace."

I saw my father leave, and as soon as I turned around, I saw Co Dien Chi standing at the end of the hallway. I don't know how long he's been standing there. It's not clear how much has been heard. I suddenly felt a little confused.

“That… my father spoke frankly, sir, don't take it to heart.”

He didn't answer, just quietly looked at me. That look was so deep and unfathomable that it seemed to contain so many things that I was completely unable to understand. Then, he turned around and left. His footsteps were still steady as before, returning to the study room. After the wedding on Thursday, Co Dien Chi indeed carried out what he said. Three meals at the same table. Just that scene, so strange and indescribable. He sat in the north, I sat in the south, in the middle was a large eight-stone table, the table was filled with dishes. He bowed his head to eat, I also bowed my head to eat, from beginning to end, no one looked at the other. The space is so quiet that you can clearly hear each sound of chopsticks hitting the bowl. Thanh Hoa stood behind the screen, so impatient that she kept stomping her feet. In the end, I still couldn't bear it anymore.

“Master Gu.”

He raised his head, his eyes falling on me.

“What food do you like to eat, sir?”

"No problem."

“So, sir, is there anything you don't like?”

"Do not have."

It's okay, it's okay combined with no, it's really like having nothing to say. I had to bow my head and continue eating. A moment later, he suddenly let go of his chopsticks.

“What about you?”

I was stunned for a moment.

“What do you like to eat?”

I didn't expect him to take the initiative to speak.

“I… like to drink soup.”

The next morning, there were suddenly four more soups on the breakfast table. Chicken soup, fish soup, rib soup, lotus seed soup. Mom said, the prime minister told the kitchen to stew last night. I looked at the four steaming soups, suddenly a strange feeling arose in my heart. This person... doesn't seem to be as cold as outside rumors. After the wedding on Saturday, my father indeed came again. As soon as I walked through the door, he grabbed my hand.

“Is there any movement yet?”

“Keep your voice down!” He looked around, confirmed that Co Dien Chi was not present, then leaned closer, lowered his voice and asked, "Did he finally touch you?"