Chapter 3 — On the Big Wedding Night, the Husband Jumped into the Lake to Save His Sister, Yet He Blamed Me for His Heart of Snakes and Centipedes

There was an immediate stir in the crowd. The guests just now kept praising "Thien tac chi hap" and "Giai hau thien thanh", at this time everyone stretched their necks to look forward, their eyes moving back and forth continuously, like cats smelling a fishy smell. I looked at Trieu Nguyen Hanh and just felt a little funny. He stood there, his clothes already half wet, a few strands of hair hanging down and sticking to his temples, but still had a handsome face. Only at this moment, that face was slightly distorted due to anger, the disgust in the bottom of his eyes was not hidden in the slightest.

"Since you can't stand her so much, I want to marry her even more. From now on, she is also my wife. If you dare to touch her even a hair, don't blame me for not respecting husband and wife love!"

Tham Uyen Uyen softly said "Ah" in his heart, her white fingers gently grasped the hem of his shirt.

“Brother Ah Hanh... what are you saying... how could this be possible...”

Trieu Nguyen Hanh lowered his head to look at her, his voice suddenly softened a bit.

"It was I who made you suffer. Originally, I was confused and thought that marrying a Princess would bring glory to the Trieu family. Knowing this early on, from the beginning I should have come to my mother to ask for my hand, and marrying you would have been the right thing to do."

After speaking, he raised his head to look at me again, the gentleness in his eyes suddenly turned into a cold and sharp look.

"Murong Tu Tinh, so what if you are a Princess? Today, Trieu Nguyen Hanh, I will make it clear right here - I am not afraid of you. If you have the ability, then go to the palace and report it, so His Majesty can see with your own eyes what kind of a cruel and single-minded woman your good sister is!"

The wind blew in shreds of snow, and the mud and water on my skirt had frozen into small pieces of ice, rubbing against my cold ankles. All over the field, everyone was waiting for my reaction. Those guests, the servants in the Marquis Palace, and the guards and servants I brought from the palace, each pair of eyes were glued to me at the same time, waiting to see if this First Princess would cry, make a fuss, or wave her sleeves and walk away. I suddenly burst out laughing. The chain of pearls on the phoenix coffin shook slightly, the red coral beads collided with each other, making a sharp "ding" sound, and in the frozen atmosphere it became even more unusually clear.

“Trieu Nguyen Hanh.”

“You said just now, you want to marry Tham Uyen Uyen?”

He raised his neck.

"Yes. If I say I can, I can do it."

"You still told me 'don't blame yourself for not respecting your spouse's love'?"

"You have done such a cruel thing, what love is there between you and me to talk about?"

He laughed coldly.

"If Your Highness the Princess feels resentful, just leave. I just advise Your Highness to think carefully - who in the capital doesn't know the person who married me Trieu Nguyen Hanh? If the person who makes such a fuss that they have to separate and lose face will be the Royal Family."

All around suddenly became strangely quiet.

“Trieu Nguyen Hanh, what you just said, repeat it again.”

He frowned slightly, perhaps realizing that something was wrong with the atmosphere, but that little bit of vigilance was immediately dispelled by a soft sob from Tham Uyen Uyen. He hugged the person tighter in his arms, his voice became hard again.

“Even if I say it Ten more times, the same thing - Murong Tu Tinh, she has a strong heart, Trieu Nguyen Hanh, I despise being her husband and wife..."

“Kneel down.”

My voice is not loud, those two words fall gently. Trieu Nguyen Hanh was stunned.

“What did she say?”

“I said, kneel down.”

I raised my hand and slowly pulled out a roll of bright yellow silk brocade from my sleeve. The firelight shined on it, the five-clawed golden dragon embroidered on the silk surface was winding and winding, under the brilliant night. All over the yard, a gasp of horror was heard. Trieu Nguyen Hanh's face immediately turned pale.

“Holy edict.”

I opened that silk brocade roll.

“Phung Thien inherits the destiny, the Emperor's edict writes: Truong Princess Tu Tinh, is my sister-in-law, the status of Kim Chi Ngoc Diep, the style of the world. Now the price is reduced for An Khanh Marquis Trieu Nguyen Hanh, specially given the Son of Heaven's sword, the right to behead first and then strike later, to act at his own discretion. Anyone who acts disrespectfully, unsparingly, disloyal, or filial will not be tolerated under the sword. Try it.”

As soon as the last word ended, a whole group of people knelt down behind me.