Chapter 12 — Once reborn, I will no longer marry the wrong person

The day my sister received the decree of separation, she came to the palace to meet me. She wore a simple outfit, and her face finally had a little more blood. When I knelt down to thank her, I reached out my hand to help her stand up, only then did I realize that her hand was no longer as cold as the last time we met.

"Do you have any plans later?" I asked.

Sister Bieu was silent for a moment, then softly read a name. That is a name that I have heard of in my previous life, Chu Minh Vien, second son of Quoc Tu Giam Te Tuu Palace. In her previous life, her cousin married him, a loving husband and wife, and an old man. In this life, because the holy religion only grants marriage, the two miss each other. But Chu Minh Vien has not yet gotten married, it is said that he is still waiting.

"He's been waiting for you for so long." I smiled. "It's time for you to give me an answer."

Her eyes were red, but this time it was because of happiness. As for Tham Uyen Thanh. Three days after Ly Thua Trach was placed under house arrest, I went to the heavenly courtyard of the Tham family. That small courtyard is located in the most remote corner of the Tham family palace. The green moss on the hospital wall has been covered in a thick layer, and the paint on the gate has mostly peeled off. When I pushed the door open and walked in, Tham Uyen Thanh was squatting in the yard watering a clump of precious moonflowers. She was wearing a faded lotus root-colored dress, with only a simple silver hairpin on her head, so rustic that she didn't look like the lady of the Tham palace at all. As soon as she saw me, she was so frightened that she dropped the bucket of water in her hand, took a few steps back, and quickly tried to kneel down. I reached out my hand to support her. In my previous life, I didn't have much of an impression of this concubine sister. She was so quiet, as quiet as a shadow. In the Tham family, she never took the initiative to appear in front of others. Every time there were family banquets and holidays, she would sit in the last position, bow her head and eat quietly, from beginning to end without saying a word. My mother is not a harsh person towards concubines, but the servants in the palace are best at looking at the master's face. They knew that Second Miss's mother passed away early and had no support, so cutting off her food portion from day to day was a daily occurrence. I never took care of that. It's not because I'm evil. But because until now, we have never paid attention. The world of the headmistress of the Tham palace is too wide. So wide. There is no more room for a concubine to live in the heavenly monastery.

"Are you willing to follow me into the palace?" I looked at her and asked.

She raised her head, her eyes filled with panic, like a baby rabbit that had just been suddenly lifted out of its nest.

"Sister... did you do something wrong?"

"I never did anything wrong." I smiled. "I just want to find you a good relationship, so that in the future you won't have to continue living in this paradise anymore, nor will you have to look at anyone's face to live."

Tham Uyen Thanh's tears immediately welled up. She cried without making a sound, just letting each tear drop silently, landing on the leaves of the precious moon clump. That way of crying makes my heart suddenly tighten, because it is the type of crying that only exists in people who have not dared to let themselves cry for too long.

"But..." She choked out her words. "I'm just a girl..."

"Mui is my sister Tham Uan Ninh." I interrupted her. "That's enough."

After that, I took Tham Uyen Thanh to the palace and arranged for her to live in the heavenly palace closest to me. I prepared new clothes for her, bought more jewelry, and had the best mama in the palace teach her proper etiquette. In fact, her background was very good, with bright eyes, a slim figure, and a voice as soft as the first spring rain. It's just that the years of having to live carefully and cautiously have made her whole person shrink all the time, like a flower that has yet to bloom and has been withered by frost. The day my mother came to the palace to visit me and saw Tham Uyen Thanh wearing new clothes and sitting next to me learning to embroider, she was stunned for a long time. After returning to the palace, the mother immediately ordered that the Second Miss's allowance must be given according to her own standards, the courtyard must be completely repaired, and all the servants who had previously cut off the Second Miss's allowance must be sold out.