Chapter 2 — She chose Scissors to cut Hong Tran, I chose Peony to win the Phoenix position

The older sister had an indifferent look on her face:

"Ancestor, I've already made my choice. What's the use of just being beautiful? In the end, it's up to the people who kill to decide. Until I master Buddhism later, that will be the greatest opportunity in my life!"

How did she know that choosing a peony would give her a beautiful face? To prevent us from giving birth to false thoughts, both generations of our ancestors never mentioned its true use. The grandmother's eyes flashed with suspicion, but she didn't say anything more. Seeing that consolation was useless, the grandmother thought of the insidious undercurrents in the harem, and finally just sighed softly, that's all. With my wife's protection, Thuc Hue won't live too bad anyway. At this moment, she coldly said to me:

"If you have chosen the peony, from now on, learn the rules by my side. I rule the family strictly, not a grain of sand in my eyes. You just need to remember the kindness of the Marquis and Thuc Hue towards you, and in the future you will know how to repay the Marquis."

I quietly replied yes, bowed my head again and knelt down in thanks. At this moment, the grandmother nodded with satisfaction. I returned to the cramped and frustrated room. Severe pain radiated from my face and entire body, like having my bones stripped from my bones, pain deep down to my core. I knew that the effect of the peony was starting to take effect, so I could only clench my teeth to not make a sound. My sister had also experienced something like this in her previous life, but her grandmother had long prepared a potion for her that could greatly ease the pain while changing her appearance. But in this life, my grandmother never mentioned taking me to soak in medicinal herbs. In my heart, I understand the reason, but right now I can't turn back. I am still too young and still need the protection of the Marquis Palace. It wasn't until dawn that the pain in my body gradually subsided. I picked up the bronze mirror and saw a face like a peony tilted in water: a plump face like a silver platter, skin as white and smooth as ice, between the eyebrows and the corners of the eyes naturally carried a noble and leisurely temperament. The body is plump and graceful, the skin is balanced and soft, when taking steps it is like a peony swaying in the wind, both dignified and not losing its graceful charm. Only now can we feel secure. The Dai Thinh Dynasty loved peonies extremely much, and their elegant and luxurious beauty was the main aesthetic of this era.

"Only the peony is truly the national color. When it blooms, it makes the whole capital tremble."

That is a sentence by a certain poet, and was also used by the current Holy King as the standard for selecting concubines. An appearance like this is truly worthy of the four words "Peony Branch". The next day, the great-grandmother immediately chose the temple for her sister, which was the head of the Dai Thinh dynasty - Duong Quy pagoda. Duong Quy Pagoda has always been respected by the royal family. There are many monks in the pagoda, and the incense and fire do not end all year round. The great-grandmother donated ten thousand taels of silver money for incense and lamps, and the elder sister was accepted under Elder Dieu Tam of Duong Quy pagoda, with hair to practice. Before leaving, my sister specially came to see me once. Seeing my appearance, she was not surprised at all. On the contrary, he laughed mockingly:

"What a beautiful face. If it wasn't for your ancestors' arrangements, you would be similar Just like your lowly mother, trampled on by thousands of riders!”

“See? My great-grandmother specially found for me the top temple in the world. Even if I had to practice purity, my ancestors would not bear to let me suffer. In her previous life, she just randomly found a ruined temple for you. In a place like that, where can you learn profound principles? In this life, my achievements will definitely be a hundred times, a thousand times higher than yours!”

My hand was clenched so tightly that it trembled, my nails dug deep into my palm, I didn't dare raise my head, afraid that she would see the unconcealed hatred in my eyes. In my previous life, my great-grandmother just randomly found a ruined temple for me. In that temple, there was only an old monk with a crippled leg who couldn't even feed himself. The day I was brought there, he looked at me like a hungry wolf, his eyes full of hunger, and even swallowed his saliva.