Chapter 11 — That Girl Stole My Marriage, Only Then Did I Know Who I Was About To Marry

Tong Oan Nhu's face turned as white as paper, and finally completely lost control: "No! It's not like that! I really like him, I'm just one step ahead of my sister -"

“One step ahead of what?” I look at her.

“Would you kneel down and steal the kiss a step sooner?”

“How about putting on my robe a step earlier?”

"Or take a step forward and enjoy all the good things that others give you, then wait for me to be forced to drink soup and be taken to be a concubine?"

She was left stunned by my questioning, tears falling drop by drop, but at this point no one felt pitiful about her anymore. In the end, his father was completely unable to resist, raised his head and slammed it on the ground in front of the new emperor: "Your Majesty, I beg you to respect your kindness over the years -"

“Maquis.” I turned my head to look at him: "Now that you are opening your mouth to propose to her, does that mean you want to admit that that note was indeed written by your own hand?"

His father's face suddenly changed dramatically. As soon as he opened his mouth, he suddenly realized that just by opening his mouth to propose to Tong Oan Nhu, it also meant admitting that he knew everything all along, and even personally participated in this situation of changing people. For a moment, no one spoke anymore, only his heavy and urgent breathing remained. At that moment, Tieu Thua Uyen finally spoke up.

"As long as the name on the marriage certificate is you, you are my Princess."

His voice was not loud, but each word was like a cold blade cutting down:

"Whoever dares to change her name today, I will change that person's life first."

No one doubted whether he could do it or not. He is no longer the sick and manipulative young man he once was. Now he is the younger brother of the new emperor, King Chieu, the most untouchable person in the entire sect at this time. The new emperor's eyes swept across the entire main hall, finally stopping on me, his tone softened a bit: "Tong Van Ninh, is there anything else you want to say?" I bowed my head and bowed to the message.

"The goddess only asks for one thing. Whoever's name must be written correctly. From now on, the Marquis or anyone else is not allowed to make decisions for the goddess again."

The new emperor was silent for a moment, then finally nodded slightly. The inner city immediately raised the holy edict and conferred it. When that holy edict was opened, the golden pattern under the candlelight was so bright that it was blinding. I heard that voice ring out, each word so clear that from now on no one will be able to cover it up casually anymore.

"The book appoints Tong Thi's eldest daughter, Tong Van Ninh, as Princess Chieu."

12 (This time it's written, it's my name) After the incident in Tot Tu, the sky of the Marquis Palace completely collapsed. An Binh Marquis, for the crime of altering the marriage certificate, deceiving the top and hiding it from the bottom, was stripped of half of his property and position of real power, and closed his doors to self-criticism; Thi Tan was the mastermind of changing the bride and grooming her family, so she was stripped of her housekeeper's rights and sent to the family temple; As for Tong Oan Nhu, she was banned and was not allowed to continue using her identity as a Marquis's daughter to appear in any royal palace or palace banquet. Even if she does No matter how much I cried or rioted, in the end I couldn't even reach the door of Chieu Vuong Palace. Finally, my father still came to see me once. It was the day before our official wedding. He stood in the study room outside the courtyard of Chieu Vuong Palace. In just a few short days, he seemed to have aged ten years, even his voice was much hoarse:

“Van Ninh, no matter what you say, I am still your father.”

"The Marquis has now been punished. Can you tell His Highness to leave the family a way to live?"

I looked at him and suddenly remembered that when I was a child, I had a high fever and he rushed over to look at me once. At that time, I thought that my father still had me more or less in his heart, he was just too busy, he just didn't know how to express it. Later I understood that he did not know how to love people, he just always changed who should love and who should not love into whether it was worth it or not.

“Father.” I said softly:

“The first thing the Marquis teaches you is that even blood can be exchanged for a price.”