Chapter 1 — That Girl Stole My Marriage, Only Then Did I Know Who I Was About To Marry

The moment my sister knelt down, I knew that what was lost today was not just a marriage. The main hall of An Binh Hau's palace is brightly lit, tomorrow is the day we will be married, red silk strips are hanging all over the porch corridor. Tong Oan Nhu, wearing a red dress, knelt down in front of her father with a "thud" sound, crying until her shoulders trembled, as if she had suffered a terrible injustice.

"Father, I know it's wrong, but I and Young Master Tieu... have long had feelings for each other."

“If tomorrow you really marry there, your daughter won't be able to live anymore.”

She cried as she spoke, her tears falling on the marble sheet that was prepared to sew the price of my robe. Tan Thi sat on one side, raised her hand to help her smooth her sideburns, and sighed at the right time:

“This girl, something like this should have been talked about sooner.”

"Now that the wedding day is almost here, there's a commotion. Isn't that making you feel awkward?"

I stood in the middle of the hall, my fingertips in my sleeve slowly smoothing the edge of the engagement letter, my voice softer than theirs:

“Oan Nhu, you said you and Tieu Thua Uyen had a relationship?”

Tong Oan Nhu raised her red eyes from crying and looked at me:

“Sister, I know I'm sorry to you.”

“But you have always loved me, always given in to me, this marriage... consider me giving in to you once again.”…

01 (As soon as my sister knelt down, the marriage immediately ended) Her sentence "sister has always given in to me" was like a needle, stabbing me for many years. Ever since my mother passed away, she took my brooch and said that my sister had always given in to me. Taking my notes, I also said that my sister has always given way to me; Even the jade hand warmer that my maternal grandmother left me, she could hold in her arms, smile and say that she would not compare with her sister. In the past, we retreated because even if those things were lost, it would just be a loss of breath. But marriage is different. My name is written on the marriage certificate, my grandfather's seal is stamped on it, and even the other half of the token is stored in the underground (secret compartment) of my jewelry box. That's not something she can just cry for a few hours to take away. Father's face darkened and he was the first to speak:

"If we don't have feelings for each other and still try to force the marriage, we will only bring resentment to both families in the future."

"Van Ninh, the future of the family is more important than the feelings of a daughter. Please leave this marriage matter to your younger sister."

I raised my eyes and looked at him:

“Just one word of concession from father and that's it?”

“What else do you want?” He frowned tightly:

"The Tieu family is just an old marriage contract, not a noble family."

"If Nhu Nhi can retain people's hearts, it may not be a good thing for the Marquis Palace."

“You are a sister, you must understand the big picture.”

I looked around the hall full of elders, but no one was willing to stand up and say a word for me. They don't care about the marriage certificate, nor do they care if I want it or not. The only thing they care about is one word - profit. Tan Thi calmly continued:

“Van Ninh, don't complain.”

"Being gentle is the best, originally marriage was not easy, now it is very difficult for her to have the person in her heart, giving up a little for my sister is also considered a positive thing." virtue."

“So what about you?” I asked.

Tan Thi looked at me, her eyes were like the spring breeze, but her words were cold to the bone:

“You are the daughter of the Marquis, of course there are more suitable arrangements.”

My heart sank. This statement is definitely not a random thought. Sure enough, his father's next sentence was:

"The Tin An Ba palace currently lacks a concubine who understands the rules. Although the Crown Prince is sick, the disciples are not low."

"Tomorrow Nhu Nhi will leave the main gate, and you will be carried from the next door, this will also be considered to save face for both sides."

My fingertips stopped, the edge of the kiss letter I squeezed until it turned white. It turns out that even which door we have to walk out of tomorrow, they have already planned it out in advance.