Chapter 1 — The day his concubine went into labor, I called the Chief to come pick him up

In my previous life, I helped her give birth to my concubine, but she turned around and ordered someone to burn me alive in the firewood room. When I was born again, as soon as I opened my eyes, I burst out laughing. An envelope was sent to my mother's house: "Brother, come quickly to pick me up." Tham Tri Hanh led 30 guards to break through the door and rush in. Giang Ngung Suong knelt on the ground and sobbed: "Sister, don't leave me alone!" I squatted down and patted her face: "Don't worry, I left you 6 midwives, enough for you to use." Luc Minh Hien rode all night back to the palace, lifted the diaper and took a look at the child. His face, for a moment, was as white as a dead person. The burning smell of flesh burned by embers rushed straight into my nostrils. The fierce fire swallowed the rafters, emitting crackling sounds. Giang Ngung Suong stood outside the firewood room, holding her newly born son, smiling at me.

"Sister, don't blame me."

"If you're to blame, blame me for usurping brother Minh Hien's position as main wife."

My husband, Luc Minh Hien, stood right next to her, his eyes cold.

"Tri Y, you can rest assured and go."

"Suong Nhi and I will burn paper money for you."

Tongues of fire licked my face. The intense pain caused me to suddenly open my eyes. In front of us is a familiar carved agarwood bed, on the top of the curtain is a fragrant bag of ephemera embroidered by my own hand. I'm not dead yet. I raised my hand to touch my face, my skin was smooth, without a single burn. Xuan Hoa's close maid carried a basin of water and walked in. Seeing that I was awake, her face immediately showed joy.

"Miss, are you awake? Did you have another nightmare last night?"

I looked at her, my throat was so dry that I couldn't utter a word.

"What time is it now?"

"It's just past Cat hour."

"What day is today?"

Xuan Hoa was stunned for a moment, put down the water basin: "Miss, have you been sleeping until you're confused? Today is the fourteenth day of the August month. Have you forgotten? Today is also the time when Mistress Giang is about to give birth, everything in the palace has already been prepared." August fourteenth. The day Giang Ngung Suong went into labor. It was also the day before I was burned to death. Tears slid down from the corners of my eyes, but I was still smiling. God has given me another chance. I lifted the blanket off the bed, moving so quickly that Xuan Hoa didn't have time to react.

"Bring a pen and ink."

My voice is strangely calm. Xuan Hoa didn't dare to ask too much, so he immediately took out a pen and paper. I held the pen, my wrist steady and not shaking at all, writing only five words.

"Brother, come quickly and pick me up."

No addressing. Do not sign. But I know, brother Tham Tri Hanh will definitely understand. I folded the letter, put it in an envelope, and sealed it with wax.

"Xuan Hoa."

"Miss, please advise."

"This letter must be brought out from the back door and personally delivered to my elder brother in the Tham residence. We must be quick. We must deliver it to him personally. We cannot let anyone deliver it for us."

"Remember, this is a life-saving letter."

Xuan Hoa's face immediately turned pale. She nodded vigorously and put the envelope in her chest.

"Don't worry, young lady, even if I have to risk my life, I will still hand it over to the Young Master."

She hurriedly walked out. I walked to the dressing table and looked at myself in the bronze mirror. His face was pale, his body was skinny, but in those eyes there was not even a shred of love left for Luc Minh. Porch. Only coldness remains. Cold to the bone. Jiang Ning Suong. Luc Minh Hien. We're back. An hour later. Suddenly there was a loud explosion from the palace gate. It's like something was forced open. Immediately after that came the panicked screams of the family and the sound of weapons clashing against each other. The maids and maids in our hospital were all trembling with fear. Only I still leisurely adjusted the last hairpin, then stood up. My brother has arrived. The sound of heavy footsteps from afar gradually approached, finally stopping in front of my yard's gate. The hospital gate was kicked away with a kick. Tham Tri Hanh dressed in a dark-colored outfit, holding a long sword, the tip of the sword still dripping with drops of blood, strode in. Behind him were 30 guards of the Tham palace, each with a cold and stern look, controlling our entire courtyard in just a blink of an eye. As soon as Tham Tri Hanh saw me, the murderous aura in his eyes immediately turned into pain. He entered the castle in three steps and walked in front of me in two steps, one hand holding my wrist tightly.

"Who bullied you? Tell me!"