Chapter 1 — She Changed Kisses Right on Kim Loan Palace, Her Coldly Regretful Father Goes Crazy

I was reborn and returned on the same day to ask His Majesty for my hand in marriage. That day, right in the middle of the royal court, Prime Minister Ta Nguy refused to marry me.

"I and Miss Lam Sat Thu already had a pre-engagement agreement. Even though she has become my daughter, I cannot disappoint her."

All the civil and military mandarins in the court were in fear, waiting to see if I would go on a rampage and disrupt Kim Loan Palace. However, I just quietly took off the jade pendant on my waist and conveniently threw it towards the sick Crown Prince who was standing to the side watching the fun.

"Your Majesty, I want to marry Prince Co."

The crazy man in that rumor, who was rumored to have killed his father and brother, had a violent and thirsty personality, suddenly burst into laughter.

"Tham Tri Uan, have you thought about it carefully? If you marry me, there will be no turning back."

The morning light of Kim Loan Palace shined on the holy edict. Just as the two gilded words "marriage" had just been read by the General Manager, Ta Nguy stepped out of the line. He wore dark red court clothes, his back was straight, even his kneeling posture still maintained the noble and arrogant demeanor of a Patriarch.

"I, Ta Nguy, beseech Your Majesty to revoke your fate."

The whole court was dead silent. My hand that was clutching the handkerchief slightly stopped. I'm alive again. Resurrected on the day I asked His Majesty for my hand in marriage. Three days before the decree of marriage was issued, under the apricot tree in Tran Bac Hau's palace, Ta Nguy personally pulled the cloak back on my shoulders. He once said: "Tri Uan, wait for me to submit a request to Your Majesty to marry you as my wife."

"What do you mean by Ta Khanh?" The voice rang out from the dragon, no one could hear whether it was happy or angry.

Ta Nguy raised his head, his eyes glanced at me, coldly as if looking at a stranger. Next to her, Lam Sat Thu in a pure white dress was trembling slightly. Her father had just been thrown into prison yesterday, but today she was still in the mood to put on makeup.

"I and Miss Lam have had an old agreement for a long time."

The moment those words finished, I heard the sound of the Infantry Maid standing next to me inhaling a sharp cold breath. That sound was so loud, so loud that even the sound of my eardrums vibrating, I could hear it clearly.

"Even if Lord Lam commits a serious crime and Miss Lam becomes the daughter of the god of crime, I cannot disappoint her."

Ta Nguy took out half a jade pendant from his sleeve, the blue-white jade color reflecting in the morning light was dazzling. It was a gift the year he had his adulthood hat ceremony, given by me personally, promised to be a token of love. Turns out, in his eyes, even putting it on a table leg was still a pain in the ass.

"Your Majesty, I beg your pardon."

His forehead touched the ground, each word rang out with determination. The eyes of all the civil and military officials in the court simultaneously turned towards me. We can count very clearly. The Chinese royal historian was standing third on the left, his hands had begun to tremble, probably afraid that I would, like last time, pick up the harp organ of the Tran Bac Hau palace and throw it straight at his face. As for the Minister of Rites on the right, his beard also stood up, probably thinking about whether the pillar in Kim Loan Palace is strong enough or not, whether it can block my whip or not. Anyway, everyone in this capital knows that Tham Tri Uan of Tran Bac Hau's palace is a crazy person in love with Ta Nguy. to death and resurrection. I used to block names because of him. He knelt for three hours in the snow to pray for medicine. I once gave up horseback riding because of him, and then my hands were rubbed to the point of blisters just to learn that art of playing, just because he once casually complimented me: "Sat Thu's playing is really excellent." Now, he tells me that all of those things are just my own illusions.

"Miss Tham." Ta Nguy suddenly spoke again, his eyebrows furrowed so tightly that it seemed like he could pinch a mosquito to death, and his voice also carried pity as if he were granting a favor.

"Picked melons are not sweet, between you and me..."

"Thank you, Father."

I interrupted him, my voice was softer than his. He was stunned. Perhaps he didn't expect that I wouldn't cry, wouldn't make a mess, and wouldn't even pick up the tea cup on the shelf and throw it at his head. I slowly reached out and took off the jade pendant on my waist. It was a piece of white jade, the carving was extremely delicate, it was an item that I bought last year, my father spent a large sum of money to buy it from the Western Regions.