Chapter 2 — On the Wedding Night, I Personally Gave the Wedding Bed to My Sister

"Auntie, it's all Uyen Nhi's fault, please don't blame your brother." I held the cup of tea, walked in front of the mother and knelt down. "Mother calm down, you can't blame the husband and sister for this matter." "It's me, you're the wife, not being generous enough, it's making the husband feel awkward." The mother looked at me, her face full of doubt. I slowly said the words I had prepared in advance. "Younger sister has no one to rely on, her body is weak, really pitiful." "I beg mother to take the lead, raise my sister to be Binh's wife, and accompany me to serve my husband." "This will not only complete the friendship between husband and sister, but also preserve the reputation of the General's palace." As soon as the words ended, the whole room was as quiet as a sheet of paper. Tieu Canh Duc looked at me in surprise. Lam Uyen Nhi's tears stopped falling, the corners of her lips couldn't help but curl up slightly. The mother's face changed continuously, because what she valued most was the reputation of the General's palace. My suggestion is without a doubt the most satisfactory solution. After a long time, she spoke. "If even you, the first wife, have said so, what else can I say?" "Let's decide." She took the tea cup in my hand and took a sip. "You also understand." I bowed my head. "Thank you, mother." After serving the tea, I stood up and looked towards Tieu Canh Duc. In his eyes, for the first time, an emotion that I cannot understand appeared. Perhaps guilt. Unfortunately, it's too late. I supported Lam Uyen Nhi and personally offered her tea. "From now on, we are family, you must take good care of your husband." Lam Uyen Nhi took my hand and smiled sweetly. "Don't worry, Uyen Nhi will definitely do it." I looked at her bright face and smiled. That's right. Be sure to take good care of him. Don't let our "Tien Mien Tan" go to waste. 3The news that Lam Uyen Nhi was promoted to Binh's concubine quickly spread throughout the capital. Everyone praises me for being kind and virtuous, a model for women in the world. My father at the Prime Minister's Palace sent someone to deliver a letter, scolding me for losing the face of the Tham family. I burned that letter. Appearance? In my previous life, because of that thing called face, I was exhausted so much. In this life, I just want them gone. We begin to dedicate ourselves to playing the role of a "bride". I give the best hospital in the palace to Lam Uyen Nhi. Every day, he personally goes to the kitchen and prepares all kinds of nutritious food for them. Fish glue. Bird's nest. Deer velvet. Of course, in each nutritional supplement, we add a little something else. It's not a poison. But there are some medicinal herbs that can arouse sexual thoughts, promoting "Continuous Scattering" to work faster. The days of Tieu Canh Duc and Lam Uyen Nhi were as intertwined as glue and paint. Every time he returns from court, the first thing he does is go to Lam Uyen Nhi's hospital. The two of them were together from day time until late at night. The servants in the General's palace all secretly gossiped behind his back, saying that the General and his wife Lam were deeply in love. As for me, this main wife, on the contrary, I am like an extra person. I don't care at all. Every day we worship Buddha, copy sutras, and live like an invisible person. It's just that Tieu Canh Duc's eyes looked at me, becoming more and more complicated. Occasionally he will come to my hospital and sit for a while. Didn't say a word, just looked at me quietly. That day, he came again. I am copying scriptures. He stood behind me, looking at me for a long time. "Thanh Nguyet, you..." He seemed to want to say something. I put down my pen and looked up at him. "Husband, you... no, what's wrong, husband?" His lips moved slightly. In the end, he was still speechless. "Nothing." He turned around to leave. I called him back. “Husband, your face… no,

Husband's face doesn't look very good, is it because he's been too tired lately? "I gave him a bowl of ginseng soup. "This is the ginseng soup I specially stewed for my husband, to nourish the body." Indeed, Tieu Canh Duc's body was deteriorating more and more. His facial features had turned black, his eye sockets were sunken, and even when practicing martial arts, he suddenly felt dizzy. He received the bowl of ginseng soup, and his fingertips accidentally touched my fingertips. His hand was very soft. cold. "Thank you." He finished the bowl of ginseng soup. I watched his throat move slightly, his smile still gentle like water. "Your husband is polite." After he left, my maid Thanh Nhi walked in. "Miss, why do you treat them so well?"