Chapter 2 — Statue of the Poison God

The idol broke into pieces, porcelain pieces scattered all over the ground. Falling out along with the pieces of porcelain were blocks of light red objects, soft and transparent like glue. Even though we didn't know what it was, we were keenly aware that something was unusual. I didn't reveal it to anyone, I just sent my confidant's maid to her mother's house and invited an old, highly skilled physician to come and examine it. As soon as the old doctor saw that thing, his expression immediately changed.

“This is Blood Marrow Pearl Giao!”

His voice trembled, his whole body was so angry that he was shaking.

"This thing damages a woman's vitality the most seriously. The young lady has not been able to get pregnant for many years, it is because of this thing! I don't know who came up with such a cruel and insidious trick!" 02

Who else could it be besides him? The praying god statue was personally brought by Quy Thieu Lang. It was also he who instructed us to place the idol in the inner room and worship him day and night. Moreover, after seeing that I could not get pregnant, he accepted Thuy Nhi as his concubine. Over the past years, my entire mind has been focused on having children, and I have never carefully considered other things. Now that I think about it, there are strange things everywhere. According to regulations, a maid like Thuy Nhi must have a marriage arranged after being married, no later than twenty years old. However, she is twenty-two years old and has never discussed marriage. Quy Thieu Lang ignored countless young and beautiful women and deliberately chose Thuy Nhi, who was past her prime, as his concubine. The so-called peace of mind in life and death, the appearance of a body that looks easy to grow, are all just excuses. There's only one possibility. The two of them were already in contact with each other. Once suspicion arises, investigating and confirming it becomes extremely simple. I followed the trail and quickly learned the whole truth. Thuy Nhi is the daughter of Quy Thieu Lang's nanny, also his first woman. Thuy Nhi's status is low, she cannot become Quy Thieu Lang's main wife. Being prevented by family rules, even wanting to accept her as a concubine was just a distant hope. After much deliberation, Quy Thieu Lang immediately came up with a plan to make his wife, his wife, forever unable to have children. By doing so, he can both be honest and accept the concubine, and also ensure that everything belonging to the Quy family is passed on to Thuy Nhi's children. I don't have any children, and I won't keep any dowry and family connections from my mother's family, all of which will be used to pave the way for her children. Their cruel intention is to devour me, not even leaving a bone behind. I was so angry that I was shaking, I had to use all my strength to stabilize my mind. Using the name of holding a family banquet, I used a packet of arsenic to take their whole family to Diem La Palace. Unexpectedly, when I opened my eyes, I returned to the time when I first became a child. Seeing that I was slow to speak, Quy Thieu Lang nervously asked:

"Uan Nhi, what's wrong with you? Are you unwell?"

“No.”

I shook my head, deliberately pretending to still be scared.

“I had a dream just now, dreaming that my husband personally killed our child.”

Hearing these words, a guilty look flashed in Quy Thieu Lang's eyes. Before he could speak, Thuy Nhi standing behind him frowned dissatisfiedly.

"The young lady has never been pregnant before, so how can she give birth to a child? Here Didn't you intentionally slander the young master?"

I coldly glanced at her and said in a low voice:

“Slap your mouth!”

“Yes!”

Nguyen Linh Nhi nodded and slapped Thuy Nhi's face fiercely. Thuy Nhi is a first-class maid. She lives a very dignified life on weekdays. How can she endure such humiliation? She covered her face, her eyes filled with hatred as she looked at me.

"Young lady, why did you hit the slave for no reason?"

“For no reason?”

I smiled coldly.

“You cursed this lady for not being able to have children. Don't say a slap, even if I immediately drag you out and beat you to death with a stick, that would still be a crime!"

There was an unhappy look in Quy Thieu Lang's eyes, and his voice also became dark.

"Obviously Thuy Nhi didn't mean it that way, why does she need to..."

“What do you mean, husband, that I cause trouble unreasonably and are harsh with my subordinates?”

I unceremoniously interrupted Quy Thieu Lang.

"If that's the case, it's better to let Thuy Nhi sit in this young lady's position."

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Up to now, I have always treated everyone gently, and rarely force people so aggressively. Quy Thieu Lang was clearly stunned.

“Thousands of mistakes are all the slave's fault. Servants should not talk too much, making the young lady unhappy."

Thuy Nhi knelt down on the ground, tears in her eyes, both sad and pitiful.

“No matter how much the young lady wants to beat or scold the slave, the slave does not dare to hold grudges. But the young master truly loves you and thinks about you everywhere. Just please don't say harsh words and hurt the young master's heart."

“How should this young lady live with her husband? Do we still need a slave like you to agree?”

I was so angry that I laughed, deliberately pretending to be angry.

"With your appearance, people who don't know how to look at you would think that there is some kind of shady relationship between you and the young master."

It is not uncommon for a slave to fantasize about her master. But daring to rely on that thought to provoke the young lady is a crime of exceeding the predetermined duty.

“The slave is unjust.”