Chapter 4 — Nguyet Ly Doan Duyen

Having finished speaking, I was too lazy to pay attention to her anymore. I turned around and instructed the palace maid: "Phuc An, see off the guests. Remember, from now on, people of Ve Vuong Palace cannot even step into Chieu Duong palace. Bad luck!" A Xao was half invited, half dragged out, and I can still hear the sound of her crying unwillingly echoing behind. I rub my seal, fighting this type of "white lotus flower", it is truly more tiring than reading the chapter. I don't know when, Yen Tu arrived, leaning against the door frame, waving his flashy fan, his expression full of excitement as if he were watching a play.

"Thieves, that's truly remarkable. Trieu Nguyet Ly, I really didn't expect you to have such a strong tongue."

I glanced: "There are many things you don't know. Why did you come?"

“Let's see if my future bride has been bullied into tears.” He walked in, very naturally took the grapes from my table to eat, "But looking at the current situation, it's clear that I worried too much. You're not like a weak princess who needs someone to protect her, but a fighter jet that specializes in tearing green tea to pieces."

“Stop bragging.” I glared at him and sat down, "How's it going? Is the investigation I asked you to have any results yet?"

That's right, I asked Yen Tu to investigate. Even though my mouth says I don't care, there is still a problem in my heart. Ve Tran is not a person who is easily changed, nor is he the type of person who cannot control his lower body. That A Xao thing definitely has a problem. Yen Tu retracted his fan, his smile also subsided a bit, he clicked on the abacus for a while, the sound was crispy.

"There are clues. That A Xao is not an orphan at all. Her hometown is in Giang Nam, there was a childhood friend, a poor scholar. Three months ago, that scholar went to the capital to take the exam, A Xao also followed. Then 'accidentally' met Ve Tran who was recuperating outside the city."

My heart becomes a little colder.

“Did she approach Ve Tran on purpose?”

“Ten parts are eighty-nine.” Yen Tu nodded, "My people found out that that scholar had a huge gambling debt in the capital. But A Xao, besides that face and this belly, what else could help him pay the debt?"

“The belly…” I mumbled, “That baby…”

“This is interesting.” Yen Tu smirked, "According to the old doctor we bribed - the one who is taking care of A Xao's pregnancy - that baby is at least five months old. And Ve Tran, just met her three months ago."

“So that means... Ve Tran has been cuckolded?” I was so angry that my eyes and nose darkened.

This idiot! Being sold also helps people count money!

“Calm down.” Yen Tu patted my back, "Now is not the time to get angry. What are you going to do? Now reveal the truth to Ve Tran, let him deal with that woman, and then you two go back?"

I looked at him and shook my head.

“No.”

If I go and tell him now, won't it look like I'm still attached to him? Why did he make a mistake, get himself into a mess, and end up forcing me to clean it up for him?

“Yen Tu.” I looked at him, my eyes determined, "The wedding, go according to plan. No, what has to happen is even more complicated than planned."

Yen Tu was a bit stunned, then understood, her peachy eyes glowing with excitement.

“Are you planning to… play tricks at the wedding?”

“No.” I smiled faintly, "I just want everyone to know, Trieu Nguyet Ly, without needing Ve Tran, I can still marry well and live well. As for the truth... then... One day it will be exposed. I want to see him with my own eyes when he discovers the truth, that face of regret that makes him want to bite his tongue and commit suicide."

What I want is never for him to turn back. But he... has to regret it.

05

On the big wedding day, it was not yet dawn, I was pulled out of the blanket by the palace maids, and began to prepare myself. The phoenix official's robe was so heavy that it almost broke my neck. Looking at myself in the mirror, my face was exquisite but my eyebrows and eyes were unfamiliar, I felt a moment of panic. Do I really have to marry that bastard Yen Tu? It's obviously just an act, but this kind of battle can't help but feel too real. As soon as the auspicious hour arrived, I covered myself with a red veil, and was happily guided step by step out of Chieu Duong palace, setting foot on the "vast avenue" covered with red carpet embroidered with gold thread. Outside the palace gate, Yen Tu was dressed in a bright red outfit, riding on a tall, handsome horse, with a handsome, unruly face under the sunlight, yet somehow dazzling. When he saw me, he immediately turned around and got off his horse, reaching out his hand to me, his smile as proud as the spring breeze:

“My Princess, I have come to pick you up.”

I placed my hand on his palm, letting him help up the palanquin carried by eight people. Along the way, drum music resounded in the sky and people were noisy. People crowded both sides of the road, vying to witness this unprecedented royal wedding. We clearly hear their gossip.

“Alas, Truong Princess is so pitiful, she is married to the little overlord of the Yen family.”

“Who says it's not? I heard that Yen Tu is having a lot of debauchery. If the princess marries there, will there be a good day?"

“Shh, keep your voice down, are you tired of living? But... I think the two of them are quite compatible, one is a liar, the other is a scoundrel, they pair well so they don't harm others."

Listening through the palanquin curtain, I couldn't help but laugh inside. Arriving at the Prime Minister's palace, walking through the fire basin, worshiping heaven and earth, after a series of cumbersome rituals, I felt like I was no longer myself, but like a puppet that was set up by others. Finally, the ceremony is completed. I was taken into the cave. In the room, red candles glowed brightly, filled with joy. I sat alone by the bed, boredly rubbing the corner of my shirt. Not knowing how much time had passed, the room door "creaked" open, the strong smell of alcohol mixed with the familiar scent of incense hitting Yen Tu straight in the face. He stepped in front of me and gently lifted the veil with joy. Four eyes met, in his eyes were three parts drunkenness, seven parts teasing:

"The first spring break is worth a thousand gold, Your Highness Princess, should we... should we do business?"

I glanced at him:

“Do your head, stay away from me, you smell of alcohol.”