Chapter 5 — My Younger Sister Took My Place as the Bride

Until one day, while he and I were admiring the newly blooming autumn chrysanthemums in the garden, the housekeeper rushed to report. His expression was a bit strange. After much hesitation, he said in a low voice:

“Madam, the little marquis of the Vinh An Marquis Palace said there is something important to discuss.”

9

Giang Vong? Tham Hoai Canh and I looked at each other, both seeing surprise in the other's eyes. What did he come here for? What face does he have left to come? Tham Hoai Canh frowned slightly, clearly not wanting me to meet the person who had entangled with me in my previous life. He stood up and said:

“Let's go chase him.”

But I held his hand and gently shook my head.

"It's okay, let me go see him. There are some things that still have to be ended directly to be completely finished."

That's my past. No matter how unbearable it is, we should put an end to it ourselves. I went to the lobby alone. Giang Vong is impatiently pacing back and forth. Just a few months without seeing him, he was already a lot more emaciated and depressed. His eyes were dark under his eyes. The splendid clothes on his body were also wrinkled, and there was no longer any of the style of the prince of the old Marquis Palace. Seeing me enter, his eyes lit up. He quickly ran over, his face full of regret and impatience.

“Huyen Tu, I was wrong, I was really wrong!”

As soon as he opened his mouth, he said something like this. The regret in her voice didn't seem to be feigned. I calmly took half a step back, avoiding his reaching hand, and calmly said:

“Little Marquis, why do you say that?”

My separation seems to hurt him. His face was pale, and his voice carried a bit of sadness:

"Don't call me that. Huyen Tu, it's because I have blind eyes, it's because I don't know how to see people! Before, I shouldn't... I shouldn't..."

“Shouldn't choose Wen YuY, right?”

I finished the sentence for him. He seemed to have found a place to vent his anger, nodding repeatedly, pouring out all his resentment.

"She's completely different from what I thought! She's pure, pure, it's all pretend!

The day we got married, there was a cruel seed in her belly! Also, after getting married, how gentle and thoughtful will she be? She is stubborn, arbitrary, greedy, completely different from before!” He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with disgust and hatred.

“What's even more annoying is that a few days ago, I discovered that she was still secretly corresponding with that scholar Lam Tu Vien!

In the letter, every sentence and every word said how helpless she was, how she pretended to deal with me. She's just waiting for that scholar to name the gold plate and then she'll run away with him!” Having finished speaking, he looked at me sadly, as if waiting for my approval and comfort. But in my heart there is only cold calm. We have known these things for a long time. I looked at his regretful face and suddenly felt a bit funny. After rebirth, he still hasn't changed. He only looks at people's appearance, and after something happens, he only knows how to blame heaven and earth.

“Are you done talking yet?”

I asked calmly. He was stunned, as if he didn't expect me to react like that. I pulled the corner of my lips and smiled mockingly:

“Little Marquis, from beginning to end, it was you who asked for this marriage.

People are also chosen by you. Now that you are in such a situation, are you not satisfied?"

“I…”

He was stopped by me and couldn't say a word, his face was red and purple. After a while, he tried to say:

"Huyen Tu, I know it's wrong. If the person I married before was you..."

As he spoke, he wanted to reach out and pull me. I immediately backed away, but his hand still almost touched my sleeve. At this moment, an elongated hand with clear joints reached out from the side. That hand was like iron pliers, holding Giang Vong's wrist tightly. I don't know when Tham Hoai Canh appeared at the door. His face was as cold as water, and in his eyes was a sharp coldness that I had never seen before.

“Little Marquis.”

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was as cold as ice chips.

"You dare to touch my person in front of me. Do you think I Tham Hoai Canh is dead, or do you think the Marquis of Vinh An Palace has been living too peacefully lately?"

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist. Giang Vong immediately staggered back a few steps. Tham Hoai Canh did not look at him again, but directly ordered the guard outside the door in a cold voice:

“Throw him out.”

"From now on, he is not allowed to step even more than one step into the Shen residence."

10

The guards acted extremely quickly. Without even having time to say another word of explanation, Giang Vong was held by two people on both sides, pulled out and thrown down the stone steps in front of the palace door. The sound of his struggling curse was vaguely transmitted through the courtyard wall, but it quickly became completely quiet. I looked at Tham Hoai Canh's serious face. The cold aura that made others dare not come close to him had not yet completely dissipated. I walked over and gently pulled his sleeve. He turned his head. The ice in his eyes immediately melted, turning into gentleness. He turned around and grabbed my hand, pulled me into his arms and asked in a low voice:

“Did you scare her?”

I shook my head, leaned against his chest, listening to the steady, strong heartbeat. I just feel extremely secure.