Chapter 2 — Past Fairness Restored

“What kind of person am I?” “Know how to catch fish, know how to chop firewood, know how to fix the roof.” “One meal can make three bowls, one can make it all day.” “Appearance is okay.” “Why did you become this kind of person?” He paused for a moment then laughed again. “Ah, I don't have the little general's sword.” “But I have fish.” “Fish can be stewed in soup.” “Can you do it?” The laughter in the village grew louder. Bui Nghien Chu's face was unsightly. He was not used to being opposed like this. Especially a young man wearing a rough cloth shirt. We take one step forward. “Bui Nghien Chu.” “You go back and tell the Marquis.” “I will not go back to save their face.” "I also won't go see the Crown Prince." “The Marquis and I broke up four years ago.” Bui Nghien Chu stared at me. “Can't break it off.” “In her body flows the blood of the Tham family.” I said: "Then they can come and get it with a knife." His pupils shrank. Mother Tan was so scared that she took a deep breath. Ta Tam Lang was also silent. My voice is very steady. “Other than that, don't try to take anything else from me.” Bui Nghien Chu felt like the first time he met me. He looked at me for a long time. Then, he suddenly softened his voice. “Duong Am, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince does not intend to make things difficult for you.” “He just wanted to see her once.” “He still remembers the old stories.” My palms are cold. Ta Tam Lang took a half step forward, blocking Bui Nghien Chu's eyes. “She doesn't want to see you.” “Don't you understand?” Bui Nghien Chu looked at him. “Where do you rely on to take charge of her?” Ta Tam Lang laughed. "Based on what you said just now, you won't come back." “My ears are good, I can hear.” “If your ears are not good, I can say it again for you.” “She's not coming back.” Bui Nghien Chu's face completely sank. He took out an envelope from his sleeve. On the envelope is the sealing wax of Dinh An Marquis Palace. He brought it towards us. “This is a letter her mother wrote herself.” “She said, if you don't read it, you will definitely regret it.” I don't accept it. Mother Qin suddenly spoke up. “Eldest Miss, Second Miss is sick.” “She said she always sees people in her dreams.” "If you don't come back, I'm afraid you won't be able to survive this month." Fake angel. Tham Bao Chau. This name is like a small needle, piercing an old wound. Ta Tam Lang asked me in a low voice: "Who is the second lady?" I look at that envelope. In Mother Tan's eyes, there was a hint of pride hidden. She thought that I would still yield as before. But at this moment, Bui Nghien Chu said another sentence. “His Royal Highness the Crown Prince also said.” “As long as you return, he can personally serve you a cup of tea.” 03 I did not accept that envelope. Bui Nghien Chu's hand floated in mid-air, his knuckles gradually turning white. Many people in the village were watching. He couldn't get off the stage. Mother Qin was also impatient. “Eldest lady, what do you mean by doing that?” "Madam's handwritten letter, do you not even look at it?" I said: "Don't look." Mother Qin raised her voice. “That's who gave birth to you!” I looked at her. “She was the one who gave birth to me.” “The person who raised me is Aunt Dao.” “The one who took me away was her.” “The person who gave me the medicine was Auntie Dao.” "When I was so sick that I couldn't sit up, the person guarding my bedside was also Aunt Dao." “If you want me to accept the grace of being born, that's fine.” “First tell her to come calculate this four-year debt.” Mother Qin was speechless. Aunt Dao's eyes turned red and she turned away to wipe her hands. Small Ta Tam Lang g
The voice next to him said: "Very well said." “Exceptionally good.” “I was originally going to clap.” “But I'm afraid this ghost will fall into the mud again, and then say I startled her.” I took a look at him. “Say less than two sentences.” He immediately nodded. "Okay." After a pause, he added again. “Last sentence.” “Just now she glared at her, like an old hen in the kitchen whose food was stolen.” Mother Qin almost jumped up. “Who are you scolding!” Ta Tam Lang looks innocent. “I didn't name names.” “Why did you admit it yourself?” The villagers laughed even louder. Bui Nghien Chu could not bear it any longer. "Enough!" The laughter stopped. He stared at Ta Tam Lang. “Do you know who you're talking to?” Ta Tam Lang seriously thought for a moment. “With someone with a bad temper.” Bui Nghien Chu put his hand on the knife. “I am a royal official.” Ta Tam Lang nodded. “Then it should be more reasonable.” “The court gives you benefits so you can work for the common people.” "I didn't let you go to the village to rob the girl." As soon as these words finished, Bui Nghien Chu's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. But there is a place in my heart that softens. Four years ago, no one would help me like that. During the first half of the year, when I returned to the Marquis Palace, when I spoke harshly, I was told that I didn't know the rules. To put it mildly, it is criticized as being narrow-minded and rustic. Crying is overdoing it. If you don't cry, it's a deep heart attack. We always think we just need to be a little more obedient, a little more understanding, and then they will like us. Only later will we understand. There are doors that, from the beginning, are not open for us. Ta Tam Lang was picked up by me in the winter three years ago. That day the mountain road was icy. He fell on the riverbank, his forehead bleeding, still holding half a piece of jade in his hand. At first I was very scared. But the first thing he said when he woke up was: "Miss, do you have food?"