Chapter 3 — On the day I had a hard time giving birth, my husband hugged my sister and stood admiring the snow

Bui Tich's face immediately turned red and then turned purple, like a cat whose tail was stepped on. What he hates the most is someone mentioning his cold background. Even more hateful is that someone said he relied on the Yen family.

“You... you really can't reason!”

I don't bother paying attention to him anymore. Turning around, I once again knelt down and bowed my head in front of the Emperor.

"I only asked the Emperor to grant the marriage. If the Emperor does not agree, I would rather cut my hair and become a nun, and would absolutely not marry Bui Tich!"

The Emperor looked at my determined face, then looked at Hoac Lan who was sitting quietly in the corner of the palace from beginning to end, never saying a word. He sighed softly.

“Hoo Lan, what do you mean?”

All eyes turned to the man sitting in the wheelchair. He wore a jet black robe. Although the body is skinny, the spine is still straight. White silk covered his eyes, but could not hide the cold aura radiating throughout his body. His long, slender fingers with clear joints gently tapped the wheelchair armrest. After a long while, the thin lips opened slightly. His voice was hoarse as if it had been sandpapered countless times.

"The daughter of the Royal Palace actually condescended to marry a useless person like a god."

“It's really wrong for her.”

I immediately turned my head to look at him, my tone extremely determined.

“Not at all condescending!”

“I have long admired the heroic behavior of the Royal Family in the past, when he repelled the enemy thousands of miles away.”

"If I can serve next to the Royal Family, that is a blessing that this goddess must practice for many generations to have."

Hoac Lan's finger suddenly stopped. Even though he couldn't see it. But we can feel it. He is heading towards us. After a long time, he chuckled softly. That laugh carried three parts self-mockery and seven parts incomprehensible meaning.

“If Miss Yen were not afraid of death.”

"Then it's okay for my king to marry her."

The holy decree was quickly given. I finally got my wish, becoming the future Princess of Dinh Nam Vuong. When leaving the palace, Bui Tich stopped my carriage. He no longer looked as arrogant and aggressive as in the main hall. On the contrary, he put on an expression of painful love, as if he was sincerely sorry for me.

“Thanh Thu, why do you have to do that?”

“Just because you wanted to anger me, you risked your life.”

“Is it worth it?”

"What kind of person is Hoac Lan? Don't you know?"

“He is brutal and cruel, with an erratic temper.”

“If a servant in the palace commits even the slightest mistake, he or she can be beaten to death and then thrown out.”

"If she marries there, how many days can she live?"

I sat in the carriage, raised my hand to lift the curtain, and looked at him coldly.

"Bui Tich, don't cover your face with gold anymore."

“From today onwards, you go your Yangguan way.”

“I crossed my dugout bridge.”

“Ah yes.”

“There is no longer any relationship.”

"Then the Yen family's previous three-room, three-room house will be lent to Lord Bui for temporary accommodation."

“Along with the fifty taels of silver each month that the Yen family has always subsidized for you.”

“Should we also return it?”

Bui Tich's face immediately turned white as paper. He probably never thought that I would dare to bring it Those old debts of yesteryear were displayed before the people of the world. In this capital city, the salary of a Dai Ly Tu Thieu Khanh was basically not enough to support his daily social interactions, much less enough to support Nguyen Kieu Kieu's lavish lifestyle. Up until now, it has always been me who took money from the Yen family and silently stood behind to pave the way for him.

"Yen Thanh Thu! Do you have to go to such extremes?"

Bui Tich lowered his voice, gritted his teeth and glared at me, as if I had just committed some unforgivable sin. Nguyen Kieu Kieu's eyes also immediately turned red, showing a look of being extremely wronged.

“Sister Yen, how can you say that to your brother like that?”

"Brother is an honest official. He has never embezzled or accepted bribes. Those taels of silver... those taels of silver were clearly given to him voluntarily by me."