Chapter 3 — Pearl Award

I didn't come to fight for housekeeping rights. I came to bring money. But the prerequisite is that she must hand over the books. “What…what are you talking about?” Mrs. Hau's face turned blue and white, trying to keep calm. “Since when did the Marquis have a deficit?” I still calmly raised the tea cup, my eyes were extremely sincere. "Of course my daughter-in-law doesn't believe it. The Marquis's house is so noble and noble, how could there be a deficit? It's probably just that Sister A under the Nine Springs still has her thoughts, so her heart is uneasy." "If that's the case, the daughter-in-law should personally compare the accounts and report to Sister A's ghost that everything at the Marquis Palace is safe, so she can rest in peace." "Otherwise, if sister A's restless spirit accidentally disturbs her mother, or the story reaches the ears of the matriarchs of outside families, then the daughter-in-law will be guilty of a great sin." Every sentence, every word is a rule. Every sentence, every word is face. I never argued with her. But he placed a blade straight on her neck. If you don't give up part of your housekeeping rights, then you won't be able to see a single penny of my dowry of eighty thousand taels of silver. Not only that, but he also had a reputation for letting his daughter-in-law's ghost harass the Marquis' palace. Mrs. Hou stared at me, her eyes seemed to be dripping with poison. After a long while, she gritted her teeth and said each word. “What a sensible child.” "If you have such filial piety, Mama Truong, bring the cards over, hand over the two stores and the foreign court's purchasing to the new lady first, so she can get used to it." I bowed my head respectfully. “Thank you mother for your teachings.” … After taking over the purchasing of the foreign court and two stores, I naturally became the most "tolerant" mother in the Marquis Palace. Every time the servants go shopping, they play tricks on the books, declaring an extra thirty or fifty taels of silver, and I just pretend I didn't see it. He even smiled and gave them a bowl of hot tea, praising them for their quick work. Mother Truong coldly observed for half a month, then secretly reported to Mrs. Hou: "Don't worry, ma'am, she's just a girl with no experience in life, being manipulated by a few servants. Those eighty thousand taels of silver, sooner or later, will all fall into our pockets." Sitting in the room listening to the maid close to me, I held the pen and gently circled the book. Mother Truong never married all her life, but accepted a guard in the palace as her adopted son. He usually loves gambling. He only needs to give me a little money to pry open his mouth and help me find out news. Taking the big and leaving the small, tolerating their embezzlement, is to feed their greed. The evidence of fake books and the exploitation of public funds are now in our hands. Every single amount will later become a spell to claim their lives. On the full moon day, the Marquis held a banquet. Tham Xa drank a few more cups and was helped back to my hospital by an errand boy. This was the first time after half a month of getting married that he entered my room. He sat on La Han's bed, gently rubbing his eyebrows, watching me bring the hangover soup in front of him. “The housekeeper hasn't caused any trouble lately.” He received the bowl of soup, his eyes showing satisfaction. "Mother also praised you for knowing how to be calm. Remember, the Marquis doesn't need a very smart woman, just an obedient woman." I gently lowered my eyes, my voice was gentle. "Your husband is right. What Tuyet Tran desires is only for her husband's future to be open, nothing else." Tham Xac smiled softly. Everything I have done in the past has caught his eye, making him extremely satisfied. Even his attitude towards me is much better than before. "You are different from A Uyen. I really like this look of yours. A woman being too smart is not necessarily a good thing. As long as she manages the house well, I will not mistreat you in the future." Tham Xa put down the bowl of soup, did not enter the interior, but lay in her clothes on the couch outside. Late at night, it was quiet, the moonlight filtered through the window, illuminating the blue tile floor. I sat on the edge of the bed in the interior, not sleeping at all. Suddenly, the temperature in the room dropped sharply, the candlelight on

The table shook violently and turned into a gloomy blue color. Sister A's soul appeared in the outer room. She did not look at the sleeping Tham Cad, but nervously wandered towards the study room, her pale hands frantically pointing at a Da Bao shelf inside. From her throat came a soundless scream, the resentment made even the window frame in the room shake slightly. I immediately stood up, put on a dark coat, quietly walked around the sleeping Tham Cad and headed towards the study room. The study room is an important place. On weekdays, no one other than Tham Xa's close servant is allowed to enter. But before that, in the name of "arranging scriptures to help the Crown Prince", I secretly used a wax mold to make another key. I walked in front of the Da Bao shelf that Sister A was pointing to. On it is displayed an extremely valuable set of Nhu Dao porcelain. Sister A's soul floated in mid-air, her eyes focused on the least prominent part of the base. I raised my hand to touch it, and there was indeed a very small ridge at the bottom. Press down hard, only to hear a soft "click" sound, and a secret compartment immediately pops out behind the Da Bao shelf. Inside is a wooden box. We opened the box, inside there was a packet of gray-white powder and an envelope sealed with wax. I am more familiar with the handwriting on that envelope than anyone else. That is my father's autobiography. I opened the letter, using the moonlight outside the window to skim each line. With just one look, one's blood freezes.