Chapter 2 — Rebirth Does Not Accept Death

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Giang Hoai Can was clearly stunned. Having chosen a concubine to raise himself, of course the younger he is, the better. But he is already ten years old. While he was still hesitant to step forward, Giang Uyen gently pressed my hand:

“Madam, this child is a bit old, let's choose a child a little younger.”

Giang Hoai Can retracted the step he was about to take, bowing his head even lower. I smiled: "It doesn't matter how big or small it is. It's the nature of the child that matters most. I think this child is very good." Giang Hoai Can suddenly raised his head, his eyes looking at me were filled with surprise and cautious gratitude. This matter is decided. When my husband and I led Hoai Can towards the street, Giang Hoai Du still stood stunned behind, as if he had not yet recovered. Hoai Can is ten years old and according to regulations, he cannot live in the same hospital as me. I was about to send someone to clean up Thanh Truc courtyard next door, but suddenly remembered my previous life, Giang Hoai Du also moved to this place when he was ten years old. I originally thought that place was peaceful, suitable for him to read books and practice martial arts, come close to me, and conveniently take care of his life. Who would have thought that less than a month into his stay, he would make me want to change hospitals. At that time, I just said that I wasn't used to it, but now that I think about it, I'm afraid he thought I was too close and restricted his freedom. Reborn in another life, of course I don't want to bring trouble, and my kindness will ruin things, so I asked Hoai Can:

“You choose a monastery yourself, wherever you like, mother will send someone to arrange it.”

But he seemed to have planned it for a long time, immediately reaching out and pointing straight at Thanh Truc courtyard:

“This place is already very good, baby.”

The maid Dinh Lan, standing next to me, laughed: "My young master just wanted to be a little closer to his wife." Hoai Can's face turned red for a moment, but he did not deny it. I also suddenly burst out laughing. It seems that children and children are indeed very different.

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Three days later, Hoai Can moved into Thanh Truc courtyard. The spring clothes I ordered someone to tailor for him outside have also been delivered. Among them, three sets use Hang La silk transported from Giang Nam. They are extremely cool and comfortable to wear in spring and summer. While I was trying to hold Hoai Can's body, Dinh Lan walked in from outside, leaned close to my ear and whispered:

"Madam, Concubine Xuan's hospital is making a lot of noise."

Xuan Concubine is Giang Hoai Du's birth mother. In my previous life, in the winter of the year I welcomed Giang Hoai Du to raise me, this concubine Xuan was infected with wind and cold and passed away. It wasn't until much later that I realized that Giang Hoai Du always thought that I deliberately sent a charlatan to treat him, prolonging his illness and killing his little lady, just to make him completely desperate and wholeheartedly accept me as his wife. How ridiculous it is.

“What's the fuss about?” I asked.

"It's Du Ca Nhi, he told the slave in the yard to steal his share."

I frowned, this happened before at Hoai Can's hospital. Since my severe punishment, there has been no such thing in the palace anymore.

“Does he have any proof?”

Dinh Lan shook her head: "There's no proof. That portion of the charter was clearly taken and spent by Concubine Xuan. Du brother was probably short of food and clothing, so he thought that his subordinates had cut him some slack."

“In this palace, who doesn't know the virtues of Concubine Xuan, don't say anything There was something going on, even if it wasn't anything, she still looked for worms and made a noise for the whole palace to see, making it impossible for people to get off the stage. Who would dare to trim the furniture in their hospital?"

I laughed coldly. Many years ago, I almost forgot the virtue of this mother Jiang Huai Yu.

“Let him go.”

The old lady in the palace was always uneasy about letting her nanny take care of the children. Any child with a young lady was personally taken care of by the young lady. If another child is stripped of his clothes by his little lady, I can still use the excuse of taking him to the hospital and handing him over to the nanny to take care of him. What about Giang Hoai Du? In front of so many people, he insisted on being filial to his little lady. Of course, I was not comfortable breaking up their mother-child relationship. I turned around and gently brushed the fallen leaf off Hoai Can's shoulder:

“Do you feel that your mother is harsh towards you?”

His expression was calm, not at all emotional fluctuations because of this small matter.

“Whatever a mother does, there must be a mother's morality.”

He looked up at me, there was only trust in his eyes. Looking at his dark pupils, I suddenly felt some sadness in my heart. In my previous life, if I had chosen to raise him, I would have had a full life of filial motherhood. But now that I have tasted the bitterness of Giang Hoai Du's hands, it is very difficult to pour my heart and soul into raising another child. No matter how obedient he is, I'm afraid he won't be as good as what I gave to Giang Hoai Du in my previous life. I just have to pour my heart out within my ability.

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Before dinner, I conveniently flipped through Can Nhi's homework for the past few days. The children are now going to school at home in the district. Can Nhi's little lady was not liked by the Old Lady. In the past, she gave birth outside the palace. When he was nine years old, the little lady passed away and he was welcomed back to the palace. That was also the time when he first began to open his hemorrhoids. If you study according to your teachers, of course you won't be able to keep up. I have to study with my brothers. At the age of ten, he was still babbling along with his five or six year old siblings reading "Three, Hundred, Thien" (Three Tu Kinh, Bach Gia Tinh, Thien Tu Van). If we continue to follow the progress of our younger brothers, I'm afraid it will take us until we're fifteen or sixteen years old before we reluctantly start reading the Four Books. While having dinner, I casually asked him a question:

“Do you want to change sir?”

His movements and rice stopped, he hesitated for a moment before saying:

"Do you mind... coming to me, mother?"

I laughed: “What's bothering you? Have you forgotten, your maternal grandfather was the Chancellor of the Academy at the Hanlin Institute, finding a well-educated scholar to be your teacher is an easy task."