Chapter 3 — The day after the wedding, he had to kneel and call me Queen

I finally spoke, my voice cold as ice.

“First, there is no longer an engagement between you and me.”

"From the moment you opened your mouth to my father and said you wanted to marry Tham Vi, the relationship between you and I was broken."

“Second, why did Your Majesty issue the decree? It's not your turn to discuss it yet.”

"What you should do now is think clearly, when you meet this palace, how you should bow."

My words were like a basin of ice water, pouring straight down from his head, making him completely awake. He suddenly raised his head to look at me, his eyes were red with blood, inside were filled with regret, unwillingness, and also mixed with a hint of pleading. He wanted to say something. But it's too late. Outside the palace gate, suddenly came the sound of armor clashing neatly, along with the high-pitched chanting of official orders.

“—— Phuong Gia has arrived in front of the palace, respectfully requesting the Queen to return to the palace——”

The sound of singing passed through each layer of the courtyard walls, clearly transmitting straight into the flower hall. Co Yen Thanh's body trembled violently, the last bit of luck remaining in his heart was completely crushed by that chant. He staggered back a step, bumped into the chair behind him, making a deafening noise. He looked at me, his lips moved slightly, but he couldn't utter a single word. Mother stood up, walked to my side, and gently helped me stand up.

“Uyen Nhi, it's time to go.”

I nodded slightly and followed my mother step by step out. When I passed by Co Yen Thanh, I didn't even glance at him. He just stood there stiffly like that, like a stone statue that had been weathered in the blink of an eye. I dressed myself in an extremely magnificent and sophisticated palace outfit. On the main red brocade layer, embroidered with gold thread, is a phoenix spreading its wings. The long skirt swept across the ground, each step forward felt like stepping on clouds. The person in the mirror is still me. But his demeanor was completely different from before. The old Tham Uyen, who once devoted her heart and eyes to Co Yen Thanh, is dead. The person still alive today is the Queen of Dai Zhou, who is about to enter the Central Palace. When I stepped out of the yard gate, Tham Vi was already waiting under the covered hallway. The jealousy in her eyes had almost solidified into substance. But she hid it very well. On his face, there was still a weak smile mixed with concern, as he quickly walked towards me. She was about to reach out and grab my hand, but the palace maid standing next to me discreetly stopped her, not revealing any trace.

“Sister, sister... are you really about to enter the palace?”

She bit her lip lightly, her eyes were red, showing a look of pain and extreme worry for me.

"In the palace is completely different from home, there are many rules and people's hearts are also complicated."

"Sister's character is so straightforward, what should I do in the future?"

"I also heard... His Majesty... he is almost thirty years old, sister..."

The words she said sounded extremely sincere, as if she was truly thinking about me. But the sentence "almost thirty years old" is intentionally reminding us that the person we are about to marry is a man much older than us. As for her, The person she married was Vu An Marquis, young and talented, with a bright future. I looked at her and suddenly smiled slightly.

“Sister is really kind.”

I spoke softly.

“However, now that you are a Marquis, after meeting this palace, it seems like you should change the way you address yourself.”

Tham Vi's face immediately stiffened. Even the maids and maids standing behind her changed their expressions simultaneously. I didn't pay attention to them and continued talking.

"After I enter the palace, I will naturally keep my duty, serve the king, and set an example for the world."

“Those things won't bother Lady Hou.”

"On the contrary, you have just become the head of the Marquis Palace, there are still many things to learn."

"Once the Prime Minister's daughter is married, there is absolutely no reason to disgrace her mother's family."

"In the future, if you have free time, pay attention to the books, learn how to manage housekeeping well, and pay less attention to things that are not your responsibility."

My voice is not loud. But every sentence and every word is clear. Tham Vi's face was sometimes red, sometimes white, constantly changing, extremely unique. She wanted to open her mouth to refute, but couldn't find any reason. Because every word I say is the very normal "teaching" of a Queen for her daughter. She could only bow her head and humbly bow and bow.

“... Yes, my concubine... please remember the Queen's teachings.”

The word "Queen" was extremely difficult for her to call out. I didn't look at her again, just walked straight towards the palace gate. The big gate of the palace was wide open.