Chapter 6 — My Younger Sister Took My Place as the Bride

All the troubles of the previous life and this life were completely gone in that moment. From that day on, Giang Vong could never appear before me again. I heard that he was scared to death by Tham Hoai Canh's words, and after returning, he suffered a serious illness. After recovering from the illness, it was like he had completely transformed into a different person. Every day he lingered on the place of flowers, snow and moon, hanging out with the boys and having fun in the capital, ruining the reputation of Vinh An Marquis Palace. Vinh An Hau and his wife were completely disappointed in him. Seeing that there was no hope for the inheritance of the title, they could only hastily marry him to a wife with a strong family background, hoping that she could control him. The new Marquis lady who entered the door was not a soft persimmon like On Vu Y. The first thing she did after entering the door was to use the excuse of not respecting her master and mother, and grounded On Vu Y in her small yard. Cutting down on the rules, getting a little scolded, all have become a daily occurrence. Wen Yu Y's life must have been extremely difficult. Giang Vong already hates her to the extreme, of course he will not stand up to protect her. Mrs. Hau resented the fact that she had disgraced the Marquis in the past, and saw her even more as a thorn in her eye, a nail in her flesh, changing in all sorts of ways to torture her. Such days lasted less than half a year. One winter night, the small courtyard to the west of the Marquis Palace suddenly caught fire. After the fire was extinguished, there was only a mess left in the hospital. The walls were broken and the house collapsed, all burned black, but On Vu Y's body could not be found. She just disappeared like that. Some time later, rumors began to appear in the capital. I heard that in the Tinh Van hermitage outside the city there is a newly ordained nun. Half of her nun's face was burned, her appearance was extremely scary. She did not talk to anyone, and every day she knelt in front of the Buddha statue and chanted sutras. She kept bowing her head, as if she was repenting about something. When the maid told me these stories as a joke, I was sitting by the window, watching Tham Hoai Canh teach the nightingale I had just raised to talk in the yard. Sunlight passed through the door frame, covering his body with a layer of gentle golden light. Noticing my gaze, he turned his head and gave me a faint smile. I heard the distant, sad story in the maid's words, but inside I was completely calm. Whether it is Wen Vu Y or Giang Vong, they have become passersby and are no longer important in our lives. The resentment of the past life, the calculations of this life, all have ended. Life is like a dream, cold and warm, only you know. I stood up, pushed the door open, and walked to his side.

“It's windy outside.”

He reached out to close the cloak around her body and said gently:

“Why are you out here?”

“I came to call you.”

I raised my head to look at him, curled my lips and smiled:

“Didn't I say that today you will come with me to see the apricot blossoms outside the city?”

The smile in his eyes deepened. He grabbed my hand, holding it tightly in his palm.

“Okay, let's go now.”

The sun is warm and beautiful, the scent of apricot is waiting. I turned my head to look at that quiet, peaceful yard, feeling extremely at peace. In this life, I finally married the right person.