Chapter 1 — The Cry to Save the Marquis Palace

I was originally the daughter of the Marquis Palace, but on the day I was born, my maternal grandmother secretly swapped diapers. She tucked me into a small rough blanket and wrapped my sister in brocade embroidered with gold thread. When I opened my eyes again, I saw the lady smiling, extending her hand towards the fake gold. I was so impatient that I cried in my diaper, my little arms and legs constantly kicking. Her hand suddenly stopped in mid-air. She frowned slightly and instinctively took half a step back.

The "daughter" in the midwife's arms was not picked up, so she rolled down the bed with a thud.

Everyone in the room stiffened. The grandmother's face immediately turned pale. A-Nguyen slowly turned her head, her eyes fell on me, my "great-granddaughter", and gradually changed. 01 When I opened my eyes again, there was a bright red color in front of my eyes. It wasn't blood, but a red curtain falling in the delivery room. The heat, the smell of medicine and the woman's suppressed cries layer by layer covered the tip of my nose. I cannot move. Small hands, small feet, only a weak cry can come out from the throat. Only then did I understand that I had returned to the day I was born. In my previous life, I was also the daughter of the Marquis Palace. But from a young age I was raised in the Mu family's heavenly monastery. Everyone says I'm a poor lady. The real person wearing the identity of the Marquis of the Palace is my cousin Muc Bao Chau. She wore gold and silver, grew up in her husband's arms. As for me, I wore old clothes, ate cold rice, and knelt at her feet to pick up her shoes. It wasn't until my aunt fell ill and passed away that she held my hand and stared at the small mole between my eyebrows, tears falling one by one. She said:

“So similar... really so similar.”

After that night, I realized I had been switched. The person who swapped me is my biological mother, also my maternal grandmother, Mrs. Mu. She criticized the decline of the Mu family, called her mother useless, so she took her biological niece to the Marquis' Palace, and threw her daughter, the Marquis, to the Mu family. In my previous life, I learned the truth too late. Mrs. A has died. Parents don't believe me. If Muc Bao Chau shed a few tears, everyone would say I was crazy about wealth. After that, I was taken to Chuang Tu and died on a snowy night. When I woke up again, I had become a child still in diapers. In her ear came a voice that was deliberately suppressed by Old Lady Mu:

“Hurry up, give this brocade blanket to Bao Chau.”

Another woman trembled and said:

"Old lady, these are the diapers of Miss Marquis. If you let me know..."

“You just gave birth, you can't even open your eyes, what do you know?”

Old Lady Mu's voice became cruel:

"Ta Lenh Nghi was born from me. His belongings should be given priority to the Mu family first."

My heart is cold. Indeed it is this day. Someone picked me up. The brocade embroidered with gold thread was pulled off and replaced by a small blanket made of rough cloth. Rough fabric rubbing against your face causes pain. I opened my mouth to scream, but only crying came out. The lady was impatient:

“This child cries so hard.”

Old lady Mu scolded in a low voice:

“Hold it tight, don't let it cause trouble.”

A hand pressed on my chest. I couldn't breathe, my eyes gradually darkened. A layer of curtain away, I hear a The lady asked weakly:

“Where are you?”

That voice was very soft. But it was like a knife stabbing straight into my heart. In my previous life, I couldn't even call her "ah ma'am" in my entire life. In this life, I absolutely cannot stand by and watch her carry someone else's child away. Old lady Mu immediately changed her tone:

"Lanh Nghi, the child is still healthy. She is a blessed lady."

The sound of footsteps gradually approached. I was placed in the corner of the bed, far away from my wife. Another child was carried over. That is Muc Bao Chau. She was wrapped in the brocade blanket that belonged to me, her face was red, her eyes were closed, her cry was small and soft. Old lady Mu laughed until her voice trembled:

“Look at these eyebrows and eyes, how much they resemble you.”

A corner of the curtain was lifted. I see the lady's face. She had just given birth, her lips were white, her sideburns were wet. But when she looked at that child, her eyes gradually became gentler. She raised her hand, intending to hug Muc Bao Chau. I'm so impatient that I'm going crazy. I desperately kicked my feet, desperately waved my arms, and cried until I was hoarse. Everyone in the room looked towards me. Old Lady Mu's face changed.

"This girl is making noise and making people upset. Quickly take her out."

The lady immediately came to carry me. I tried my best to hold the rough blanket tightly. My nails were soft and had no strength, but I still refused to let go. Her hand stopped in mid-air. She frowned slightly.

“Who is that child?”

Lady Mu's smile stiffened for a moment.

"It's your stepdaughter. She was born a minute earlier than you, so she's temporarily placed here to keep warm."

The lady didn't say anything. Her eyes fell on my face. I cried until my face turned red. The small mole in the middle of the eyelid was probably even more obvious because it was soaked in tears. The lady's eyes suddenly stopped. She instinctively took half a step back. Muc Bao Chau was not accepted in the midwife's arms, so he rolled down onto the soft bed with a thud. The whole room was immediately silent. Old Lady Mu's face turned pale. A Nuong stared at me, her voice hoarse:

“Bring that child here.”

02 No one dared to move. Old Lady Mu reacted first, immediately blocking the bed.

"Lanh Nghi, you just gave birth and your body is still weak, don't let that wild girl bother you."

Wild girl. I heard these three words in my previous life for sixteen years. The Mu family's servants call me that. Muc Bao Chau also called me that. Even before I died, Old Lady Mu still called me that. She said, is a wild girl worthy of competing for the fate of the Marquis Palace? I cried even harder. Her eyes turned somewhat cold.

“Mom, it was just born.”

The old lady was speechless. Perhaps she did not expect that the girl who was always filial would turn against her because of a strange child. She immediately hugged her chest.

“Can I still harm you?”

“I'm just afraid it brings you a bad omen.”

"The child born is the daughter of the Marquis. This child is just my cousin-in-law's daughter. She cried so hard when she was born, it's unlucky."

The lady did not answer. She just looked at me. The midwife picked up Muc Bao Chau from the bed and softly comforted him. Muc Bao Chau fell painfully and his crying grew louder. Old lady Mu quickly turned around:

“Quickly give it to the lady to carry. This is its flesh and blood."

But the lady did not raise her hand. She pointed towards me.

“Bring that child here first.”

The room became even quieter. The woman looked at Mrs. Mu. Old lady Mu rolled her eyes. The woman's hands trembled and she pretended not to hear. Lady A suddenly raised her eyes.

“I said, bring him here.”

Her voice is not loud. But everyone in the room bowed their heads. Mrs. Hau is still Mrs. Hau. Even though she was lying on the bed, her face was pale and frightening, her eyes still made others feel suffocated and unable to breathe. The lady did not dare to delay any longer and carried me forward. Finally, I can get close to you. On her body there was the smell of blood, the smell of medicine and a very faint scent of orchid.