Chapter 2 — The Crown Prince criticized me for not being worthy of the Eastern Palace, but the Martial General held my hand and wouldn't let go

Lips slightly opened and then closed again. Finally, just say one thing:

"Then... you should rest first. If you're missing anything, just tell A Quy to go do it."

A Quy is the round-faced maid who just showed me the way. I nodded, turned and walked out. Walking to the front door, I suddenly heard his voice behind me.

"Miss Ngu."

I stop walking.

"I know what people outside say about me. Butcher, martial artist, rude person."

His voice was very calm.

"If you feel sorry for yourself, I won't stop you from resenting me. But I won't let you suffer in this palace."

I turned my head and looked at him. Under the candlelight, there was no expression on his face, only his fingers holding the teacup clenched until they turned white.

"General."

I said softly.

"I don't hate you. What's the point of hating you? You didn't do anything wrong."

He said no more. I stepped out of the study room, the night wind blew into my sleeves, bringing cold waves. A Quy stood waiting in the hallway, rubbed her hands together, and asked in a low voice:

"Madam... Did the General say something unpleasant?"

"Do not have."

"So... why does your ladyship seem unhappy?"

I don't answer her. Arriving in front of the East gate, I stopped and looked at the bare apple tree in the middle of the yard.

"This is my servant, my lady."

"Tomorrow, help me prepare a room facing south."

"Used for what?"

She was stunned.

"Madam, did you bring a lot of books?"

"Three chests of dowry."

I pushed open the door and entered.

"Two and a half trunks are all books."

On the third day of moving into the East Court, I finished cleaning up the study room. A Quy helped me take each book out of the chest, neatly placing it on the shelf, constantly cooing.

"Madam, even this slave cannot read a word of these books."

"It's normal."

"Then... The general probably can't read it, right?"

I don't answer. These past few days, Hoac Van Tranh has been exactly as he said, staying in the Western courtyard. Besides the first night's conversation, he never appeared again. Meals are also served separately. Every day A Quy brings food, not elaborate but very clean. The days were so quiet that they were like a calm water surface. It wasn't until the fifth day that someone brought the invitation card.

"Madam, the invitation to attend the Thu Lan Festival in the capital has been delivered to the palace."

A Quy held a gilded card, her eyes shining.

"The invitation is so beautiful."

I took it and looked it over. Thu Lan Festival is an elegant gathering for the capital's ladies every fall, enjoying tea together, looking at chrysanthemums, and reciting poems in response. In previous years, we attended every year. As the daughter of Minister Ngu's palace.

"Are you going, ma'am?"

I put the invitation on the table. Why don't you go? I didn't die, I just changed my husband's family. Thu Orchid Festival is held at Cam Vien in the south of the city. When we arrived, there were already quite a few people in the garden. There are familiar faces, there are also people I've never met. Those acquaintances, when they saw me, their expressions were truly interesting. People quickly looked away, pretending they never saw it. People leaned over and whispered to each other, their smiles full of meaning. There were also people looking straight at me, with undisguised gloating in their eyes. We found a place and sat down. Not long after, someone sat down next to him. I tilted my head and looked over. A yellow dress Goose, oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, lips always maintain a gentle smile. On Nhuoc Huyen. Marquis of Thua An Palace. Also the person in the Crown Prince's heart.

"Sister Hoai Uyen, long time no see."

She sat down, used her handkerchief to cover her mouth and smiled softly.

"I thought you wouldn't come."

"Why didn't I come?"

"You're the General's wife now."

She tilted her head, her tone innocent and innocent.

"I heard that the General's palace doesn't even have a decent tea set. I wonder if you can still get used to drinking tea here?"

The ladies sitting around immediately burst out laughing. I raised the tea cup and took a sip.

"Still used to drinking it. Tea is still tea, it doesn't make any difference what cup you use to drink it from."

The smile on her lips remained unchanged, but her voice lowered a few parts.

"Sister is very generous. If I were to be your sister and have to marry to such a place, I'm afraid I would only have to wash my face with tears every day."

"So the person marrying is not my sister."

She blinked, her smile growing stronger.

"That's right. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince treats me very well. He can't bear to let me suffer."

These words were said as lightly as if they were nothing. But everyone present here understands. The Crown Prince could not bear to let her suffer, so he threw that suffering to me. I don't answer. Seeing that I didn't react, she wasn't angry and turned to laugh and talk with the others.