Chapter 3 — My Father Was a Great General of Tran Bac, He Married Me to a Cold-Faced Prime Minister

My father's face immediately darkened.

“Okay, I will immediately go to the Military Department to dispatch people——”

“Father!” I quickly held him tightly, "It's not that he didn't touch me, it's just that... he doesn't seem to be clear about this matter."

“Not clear yet?” My father frowned tightly: "He can already be a prime minister at the age of twenty-three, but he still hasn't figured it out yet?"

“That… and being a prime minister are two completely different things.”

My father was silent for a long time. Then, he took out a book from his sleeve.

I lowered my head and looked down, almost throwing the book away. On the cover were clearly written four large words——《The Joy of the Bride》.

“Father! Where did you get this from?!”

“My second uncle gave it to me,” my father said seriously, “said that he used it when he was married, and it worked very well.”

I really just want to die. That night, I hid the book under my pillow, intending to find an opportunity to burn it. Unexpectedly, I woke up thirsty in the middle of the night and discovered that the teapot on the table was empty. I picked up the kettle and walked towards the kitchen. When I passed the study, I saw that the light was still on. It's already the hour of the Ox, is he still reviewing the chapter? I hesitated for a moment, then gently knocked on the door. I pushed the door open and walked in, only to see Co Dien Chi sitting behind a desk, with a pile of plaques as high as a mountain in front of him. Under the flickering candlelight, his face did not look good, his eyelashes were slightly furrowed.

“Why aren't you resting yet?” he spoke first.

"I'm thirsty. What about you sir? Why are you still reading the chapter?"

“The chapter on the flood in Jiangnan cannot be delayed.”

I looked at the pile of documents piled high in front of him and suddenly noticed that his right wrist was wrapped in a cloth.

“What's wrong with your wrist?”

He instinctively withdrew his hand.

“Not worrying.”

I walked over, grabbed his sleeve, and took off the bandage. The inside of the wrist has a blood stain, covered with a thin layer of scab.

“What's wrong?”

“During the day when entering the palace, the carriage overturned.”

“It's as big as a carriage overturning, but why didn't anyone tell me?”

He was quiet for a bit.

“I don't want to worry her.”

My hand stopped. Raise your head and look at him. He bowed his head, his eyes fell on a certain chapter, his ears turned slightly red. I suddenly felt my heart skip a beat.

“If you get hurt in the future, tell me and I will handle it.”

"My father was in the army, I knew how to bandage from a young age."

I took out the medicine box, helped him reapply the medicine, and then wrapped him in a layer of clean cloth. He did not move from beginning to end, nor said a word. It's just that the fingers are slightly curled up. After bandaging, I stood up.

"Go to bed early. The Jiangnan floods won't be solved overnight. You stay up until your body is broken, and no one will be happy when you write the chapter."

Stepping out of the study room, I heard a very soft sound behind me—— I laughed. This person looks cold as ice, but in reality he is as stupid as a log. Half a month after the wedding, a big incident happened at court. The Governor of Giang Nam embezzled the silver to save money, Co Dien Chi presented a piece of zither to the front of the palace, making Long Nhan angry. But behind that governor of Giang Nam was the Queen Mother's nephew, Trinh Quoc Cong's palace. The next day at court, the Crown Prince of Trinh Quoc Cong Trinh Lam Phong immediately confronted Co Dien Chi right on the court.

“The late prime minister appeared in front of me Fourth, I sincerely admire you."

"It's just that the wedding hasn't been long, why is the prime minister still leisurely meddling in Jiangnan's affairs?"

"Or maybe... General Tran Bac's 'wind on the knee' has affected him too deeply, making it difficult for you to distinguish between light and heavy, mixing public and private?"

When this word reached my ears, I was sitting in the hospital basking in the sun. Thanh Hoa was so angry that her face turned red.

“Miss, this name Trinh Lam Phong is too much! What does he rely on to drag matters at court that involve you?"

As soon as I bit into the melon seed, my expression didn't change.

“What did he say? ‘Wind on the pillow’?”

"That's right! He also said that the prime minister's reason for offering his alms to the Governor of Jiangnan was because he listened to the slanderers in his room and was seduced by the 'wind on his knee', changing white into black!

“Is that okay too?” I laughed softly, my voice carrying some sarcasm.

"Co Dien Chi and I have never had the same bed or pillow, so the so-called 'wind on the pillow'... where does it come from?"

Thanh Hoa choked.

“So… miss, are you not angry?”

“What's the point of being angry?” I threw down the melon seed shell, stood up and brushed off my skirt: "Prepare the car, I'm going out."

“The Trinh Quoc Cong Palace.”

Thanh Hoa almost knelt down.