Chapter 2 — Tham Dien

Mrs. Hau didn't seem to notice, but turned her head and changed her gentle face:

“Be good, don't take it to heart.

“For men, it's normal to be confused when you're young.

"You just need to remember, no matter what he thinks, you will always be the master and mother of this maqui's palace."

Ha! Model owner. In the past life, she also used these two words to tie me up in this Truong Hung Marquis Palace for fifteen years. Ta Tranh wanted to marry To Dieu Am, but two old men criticized her for being of low birth and did not agree to live or die. Ta Tranh immediately rioted and demanded that he never marry anyone for the rest of his life. During the struggle, they came up with this unique both-way plan. Marrying a daughter from the sect who is a guardian, easy to control, like me, enters the palace. They let me take over the position of wife, manage the house, and take care of them. Then something unexpected happened, destroying my innocence, cutting off my way out. They did those cruel things just to make me willing to volunteer to be a nominal mother with no reality for the rest of my life. As for Ta Tranh... he can leave the capital without any burden, live happily with the person in his heart and concubine outside the gate, and have children. Thanks to that, all of them had smooth sailing throughout their lives, preserving dignity for everyone. Only our lives are exhausted. Now alive again, but still using those same old words. That's OK. If they want me to be their master so much... then I will show them. It's just... how to do it is up to me to decide. Thinking of this, I gently nodded.

“I understand.”

… For the next two days, Ta Tranh did not return to his room. These days, if he's not impatiently pacing around the hospital, then he's angry and smashing things in the study room. It's hard to blame him. The person in my heart was pulled away, and since then there has been no more news. In exchange for me, I also have to go crazy with impatience. The Marquis lost face and his parents were angry so they absolutely couldn't let him go out. In the end, we still had to rely on an understanding wife like me to come out and rescue him.

"Husband."

I picked up a cup of tea and brought it to his hand:

“I see that you have been mentally unstable for the past two days, do you have any thoughts?”

He glanced at me coldly, without saying a word. I wasn't angry, so I put down the tea cup and said softly:

“Tomorrow we have to go back to my grandmother's house.

“If my husband really has something important to do, I can return by myself.

"Once you leave the palace, you can just go about your business."

Ta Tranh was a bit surprised:

“Are you… satisfied?”

"Yes."

I bowed my head, my fingertips constantly rubbing the towel, my voice was so soft it was almost inaudible:

“That night of the big wedding, I saw that your relationship with that young lady was not at all ordinary.

"You and I were originally arranged and cooperated as matchmakers. You already have someone else in your heart... I understand."

“That day, I injured her younger brother, although it was not intentional, but I still feel guilty in my heart.”

“If I can help you two a little now, my heart… will feel better.”

Ta Tranh was silent for a long time. When he opened his mouth again, his voice was much more complicated:

“Madam, you have suffered a loss.”

“Tomorrow, I will prepare a little more for the dowry ceremony.”

… Early the next morning, Ta Tranh himself stood watching the servants load things into the car. Brocades, silk, jewels, and tonics filled three large carts, giving enough honor to my position as a concubine. The carriage had just left the palace and turned the corner of the street. He quickly jumped down, changed to an unremarkable car and left. I let down the curtain, leaned against the side of the car, closed my eyes and meditated. At this time, the Tham family was extremely bustling. Thanks to this marriage, my father resigned from the position of Foreign Minister and was promoted to Thong Chinh Envoy of Friendship Council. My brother was also allowed to join Kinh Ky business. At the moment when the communal house was glorious, the whole family was most proud. Seeing me return alone, they were not surprised at all, just thinking that the prince was busy with official duties.

“Dien Nhi, come in quickly!”

The mother had a full smile on her face. Pulled my hand, but his eyes kept glancing at the chests behind me. At lunch, I hesitated for a long time, but finally brought up the wedding night story. My father's face changed. But in just a blink of an eye, he turned to advise:

“If it hasn't caused a big disaster, and the Marquis is willing to sweep this matter under the rug to save face, then don't mention it again.

“The future for me and your elder brother now depends on you.

"You absolutely should not be childish at this time and make the prince and his parents unhappy."

The mother also quickly added:

“That's right, Dien Nhi, when a woman gets married, she must know how to respect the palace first.

"There are some things that pass by opening one eye and closing one eye. The most important thing is to sit firmly in the position of mother and father, supporting the maternal family more."

"Grandma's family is good, your spine will be stiff in the Marquis' Palace, understand?"

Looking at their identical faces, mixed with calculation and worry, my heart cooled little by little. That's right. In my previous life, after I lost my innocence, they also forced me to swallow all my shame like that. Now… how can you be on my side? They cruelly took my little lady away, only keeping me because they could use me in exchange for wealth today. They never cared whether we were in pain or not, whether we were afraid or not. Just pay attention to how long the benefits this marriage can last and whether it is solid enough or not. I am like a paper kite that they painstakingly tied. A string tied to the house is called the mother's house. The remaining strand is held in their hands, called the support. Who cares whether we want to fly or not, where we want to fly? …