Chapter 2 — A Lifetime of Not Entering the Lipstick Cage Again

Quy Thieu Lang's voice carried some unhappiness. It was as if I didn't know anything, just looking at him indignantly. "Husband, this girl has repeatedly offended me and embarrassed me. If you just let it go, won't all the servants be able to step on my face in the future?" Normally, Quy Thieu Lang creates an image of loving his wife so much that I can't even bear to lose a strand of hair. If he still argues with me over a slave, doesn't everyone know that Thuy Nhi is more important to him than me? It wasn't a complete waste of his trouble to hide the person in his heart. Thinking of that, Quy Thieu Lang quickly made up his mind. "Madam, how do you think we should deal with it?" "The one below who blasphemes should be beaten twenty times." My voice was cold and without any heat: "Fight right in this yard." "Madam is right." Quy Thieu Lang's fingertips trembled, and in the end, his face still darkened and said: "Pull this servant who is disrespectful to this young lady down to fight!" "Yes!" The person who received the order was the errand boy next to Quy Thieu Lang. Needless to say, Thuy Nhi's beating will definitely not be too severe. But I didn't want to beat her to the point where something would happen, I just intentionally broke her morale. That's enough already. After completing the torture, Thuy Nhi was carried out of the hospital by several families. Watching her leave, Quy Thieu Lang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. When he looked back at me, he showed a helpless expression. "If you feel uncomfortable in your heart, then why should you vent your anger on Thuy Nhi? It's a waste of effort to spread a bad reputation for being harsh and harsh towards your subordinates." These words sounded like thoughts for my reputation, but in fact, they were protecting Thuy Nhi. I looked at Quy Thieu Lang with an expressionless face and couldn't help but feel emotional. In fact, the strangeness between these two people already had traces to follow. Thuy Nhi usually serves in front of Lady, who is also my mother-in-law. Every time Quy Thieu Lang came to comfort Lady Quy, she would come and offer tea. Quy Thieu Lang always said that the three great maids were close servants to the Lady, extremely meticulous and thoughtful, so they should reward them with more silver to show their filial piety. Even though she is a maid, her life is not half that of a normal lady's. Looking back now, was it because of filial piety? Obviously, he doesn't want the person he loves to suffer resentment, but he can't let her be too special to attract other people's attention. Definitely reward all three people. Taking care of things so thoroughly is truly a pain in the ass. It can be seen that we cannot completely blame Quy Thieu Lang for plotting against me. If you want to blame me, then blame my previous life for always being immersed in the illusion of deep love between husband and wife, ignoring too many small traces. Falling into such a tragic end is the inevitable price you have to pay for your own stupidity. Luckily, thanks to heaven's mercy, everything is okay
there's still time. The hand hidden in my sleeve tightened, using all my strength to barely suppress the urge to stab Quy Thieu Lang with a knife. "If you say so, my husband also feels that I am harsh?"04 "What do you mean by this?" Quy Thieu Lang did not expect that even he would be angry, he was a little stunned and then thought that it was because I had not had sex for a long time that I was too pressured. Then he spoke in a soft and comforting voice. "Tong Uan, I know that you are suffering in your heart. It is not your fault that you are not having children. It's just that fate has not come yet. Now there is this statue of the deceased. As long as we sincerely worship, we will soon have good news." Under Quy Thieu Lang's gentle comfort over and over again, a bit of a smile finally appeared on my face. "The husband is right." "You can let go." It's good to relax your mind, absolutely don't be so impatient in the future." That night, Quy Thieu Lang stayed to have dinner with me as usual. But his whole body was overwhelmed, he quickly ate a few bites, used the excuse of having to attend to official duties, and hastily left. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell me to carefully worship this statue of the prince, absolutely not to be negligent. Needless to say, he quickly went to comfort the person in his heart who had just suffered his anger. The maid who was close to Linh Nhi did not know the twists and turns in it. She only looked at the delicately carved statue of the prince and repeatedly exclaimed. "Miss, you treat people so well." "Is that so?" I once again couldn't help but laugh coldly out loud. Who in Kinh Chau doesn't know that the young master of the Quy family loves his wife like life? Who knows that the statue of death that Quy Thieu Lang braved the bone-chilling wind to pray for me was the root cause of my sin that completely cut off my hope of descendants? I held the statue and observed it up and down for a while, and sure enough, I discovered there was a small hole at the bottom. "Go get a small, thin silver brooch." Even though Nha Nhi didn't understand what I wanted to do, she still obediently chose a silver brooch from the jewelry box and put it in my hand. Through the small hole, I poked inside and sure enough, I pulled out the same light red glue from the idol in my previous life. "Miss, what is this?"