Chapter 3 — On the day you give birth, I send you a letter of reconciliation

From far away hidden corners, there were still a few voices of people talking from time to time.

"I heard that the general loved that man to the core. Just twelve golden locks for the young master were cast."

"Lower your voice a bit. After all, ma'am comes from Medicine King Cup."

"What's wrong with having a noble background? In the end, you're still someone who can't have children..."

I stood still in place. Until Thanh Truc, with red eyes, gently pulled my sleeve. During the month-long banquet, I wore my mother's official red dress. Looking at Ta Tram Chu holding the child in his arms, leisurely receiving all the congratulations from the guests. Next to him, Lam Nhu Nhi wore a pink dress, gently leaning close. From a distance, it looks like a perfect family that makes others admire. Lam Nhu Nhi smiled sweetly.

"The baby is still waiting for his mother's gift."

I opened the brocade box in my hand. Inside is a long life lock made of pure gold, with four words engraved on the lock's face:

“One hundred years of life.”

But it hasn't been released yet. Ta Tram Chu's mother grabbed it first. She held it in her hand and considered it for a moment, then slightly pouted.

“Is that all?”

"Our Ta family's precious jewel, is it only worth wearing this ordinary thing?"

A few soft laughs rang out among the guests. I stood frozen in place, the brocade box in my hand suddenly felt like a thousand pounds.

“Oh my, it seems Bao Nhi likes the jade pendant on her sister's waist more.”

Lam Nhu Nhi suddenly pointed at the jade pendant on my waist and exclaimed in surprise. That is the only relic my mother left me, and has never left her side since the day I installed the brooch. I instinctively covered the jade pendant: “This is my mother's relic—”

“It's just a piece of jade pendant.”

Ta Tram Chu interrupted me, reaching straight to untie the jade pendant, "Since Bao Nhi likes it, is there anything wrong with giving it to her?" I took a step back and bumped into the maid behind me. Ta Tram Chu took the opportunity to yank the jade pendant from his body, the strap tightened around the back of his neck, leaving a bright red streak. The entire banquet table was silent, only Lam Nhu Nhi covered her mouth and smiled softly.

“Tram Chu…”

My voice trembled, "That belongs to my mother..." He turned around and gave the jade pendant to Lam Nhu Nhi. She pretended to gently stuff it into the child's hand: "Bao Nhi, look, isn't the jade pendant beautiful~" The child's chubby hand couldn't hold it at all, the jade pendant "pop" and fell to the marble floor, breaking into three pieces. That sound was strangely clear. I knelt down to pick it up, and as soon as my fingertips touched the broken piece, a brocade stepped on it. Ta Tram Chu's voice came from above: "If it's broken, it's broken. Turn around and I'll buy you a new one." The broken piece hit the palm of my hand, very painful. But the most painful thing was in the chest, it seemed like something had followed it and was completely broken. Lam Nhu Nhi pretended to exclaim: "Oh my, Bao Nhi didn't do it on purpose~ you won't be mean to children, will you?" I slowly stood up, clutching the broken pieces in my palm. The sharp broken edge ripped open the skin, fresh blood trickled down the pink skirt of her fingers, spreading out dark flowers.

“Of course not.”

I heard myself speak, my tone terrifyingly calm, "After all, I'm just a child who still doesn't understand things." Ta Tram Chu slightly relaxed his eyebrows, seemingly satisfied with his "reasonable" behavior. mine. He will never know that at that moment, he personally killed the last Tong Thanh Duong who still loved him. Returning to my hospital, I finally couldn't hold on anymore, a mouthful of blood spewed out and soaked my handkerchief. Thanh Truc was so scared that she burst into tears. I waved my hand to signal her not to make a fuss.

“Madam, medicine…”

She trembled and brought the medicine bowl. I shook my head: "No need anymore." No matter how much medicine I take, I can't heal the wound in my heart. Late afternoon, Lam Nhu Nhi came to my hospital alone. She waved the round fan in her hand and slowly walked into my room, her eyes roaming everywhere, like the owner was patrolling her territory. I tightened the embroidered scarf in my hand: "Get out." Lam Nhu Nhi not only did not go, but instead sat down opposite me, pulled out a delicate bag of incense from her sleeve, and played with it while looking at it.