Chapter 3 — My Two Sisters Pretended to Be Dead, Two Years Later, They Were Captured by Their Husbands

Dich sneered.

"Miss Chu? Is she the one who pretends to be filial every day in front of the old lady?"

"That princess has been spying on Eldest Miss's dowry shops for more than half a year."

Thuy Binh replied sadly.

"Those stores earn a lot of money every year. She really wants them."

I looked over at my sister.

"Originally, we were planning on pretending to be dead and leaving. Is it okay if we don't bring the dowry stores?"

The older sister raised her eyebrows and laughed.

"What's wrong?"

"Those are the eight shops I used to cover the eyes of others. On the books, it's a dowry, but in reality it's the foundation of my business in the Imperial Capital."

He stroked his chin.

"Miss Chu is so greedy. If she swallows the entire store after we pretend to be dead, if I want to move silver outside in the future, it will be even more troublesome."

Thuy Binh asked in a low voice:

"So what to do?"

The sister clapped her hands once.

"Thuy Binh, go and transfer all the silver stored and contracted in the stores to the 'other side' right at night. Not a single amount of silver is left behind."

Thuy Binh's eyes lit up.

"Transferred in the name of Mr. Quy Van?"

The lady covered her mouth.

"This name is not allowed to be mentioned in the Han family."

Thuy Binh quickly nodded and then rushed out like a gust of wind. I stared at my sister for a long time.

"Sister, how many things are you hiding outside?"

Dich smiled at me.

"I'll tell you in advance how many battles you've fought. I'll tell you."

I immediately shut my mouth. The two of us continued to discuss the plan to fake our own death. I took out two black pills from the bag I carried with me.

"This thing is called Quy Tic Tan. Drinking it can make you feel numb for seven days. It's like you're dead. Your body temperature and pulse will disappear. After seven days, you'll wake up on your own."

The lady took it and examined it.

"Where did it come from?"

"When I went out to fight, a wanderer gave it to me. He said it was to thank me for helping him kill the bandits."

"I really know a lot of people."

"It's the same with my sister."

Let's arrange the entire plan from start to finish at once.

"Tomorrow morning, you'll hang yourself first. When you find out, you'll get a heart attack from extreme fear, squirt out a mouthful of blood, and die."

"The Han family can't take care of the funeral in order, so we can only bury them at the same time. Wait until after the burial, your confidant will dig up the coffin, then we can escape."

Dich nodded.

"Sister Thuy Binh's side has arranged things well. After going out, she has a house in Tay Luong, no one recognizes us there."

"Do you even have a house in Tay Luong?"

In my heart, I vaguely felt that my sister's bravery was greater than what I had thought. It's just that right now I don't have the heart to ask more. My sister looked at me with eyes full of assurance.

"I have a knife, you have silver. Out, the sky is high and the sea is wide."

Early the next morning. A shrill scream tore through the silence of Han Palace. The maid pushed open the door of the Great Room and immediately saw Phung Can hanging on a white silk strip tied to the beam. The whole Great Room immediately erupted into chaos. As the younger sister, I hurriedly ran to the door. As soon as I saw those dangling legs, I immediately hugged my chest, my body staggered twice, my acting was impeccable. The Han palace hung a funeral flag and established a spiritual hall. Originally, I intended to kneel in front of the coffin and cry until I was half dead to create a premise for the "recurrence of heart disease due to too much grief" scene. But that place was taken over by someone. Han Chi Thanh knelt next to the coffin, his face as gray as ashes. His clothes were disheveled, and his hair, which was always combed without any disorder, was now more than half messed up. In his hand, he clutched the great letter his sister left under his pillow. That letter was written by my sister who leaned on my shoulder last night. Each sentence is filled with love, each sentence is like a thorn piercing a person's heart. The main idea is that her biggest regret in her whole life is not being able to become a wife that makes Han Chi Thanh satisfied. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't beat Phi Lieu Hien, so I could do it for him, so as not to implicate the Han family. Even after reading it, I just wanted to give you a thumbs up. Literature like this is truly accomplished by a self-taught talented woman. Han Chi Thanh read every word, his expression crumbling before everyone's eyes. He didn't cry, but that emptiness made people more unwilling to look at him than tears.

"Don't be too sad, brother."

A voice rang out from behind. Han Chi Qua did not know when he arrived, his face was full of fatigue. It is said that last night he stayed in the mountain to clean up the mess until morning, and just returned. I immediately clutched my chest and my breathing became rapid.