Chapter 11 — The day I was left behind in the abandoned temple, the Princess kicked in the door to welcome me home

“Let them all think that Tham Chieu Ninh has truly lost all value.”

“Abandoned by the Lam family.”

“Hated by the Tran Quoc Cong government.”

“Reputation lost.”

"Helpless."

“A lonely girl with nothing left.”

“That's all.”

“They just weren't wary of me.”

“That's all.”

“I can see their true faces.”

The silence lasted for a long time. Princess An Binh Truong put down her teacup. She looked at me. The surprise in his eyes had disappeared. Instead, there was increasingly strong appreciation. It was like she had just seen the image of Ta Tri Vi that year. But Tieu Canh Hanh. The tightly furrowed eyebrows gradually relaxed. He suddenly burst out laughing. That smile is like melting snow and ice after a long winter. Bring some excitement. Bring some mushing. Also brings with it an enjoyment that has never appeared before.

“Tham Chieu Ninh.”

He softly called my name.

"Indeed."

“She is more interesting than I imagined.”

He did not say yes. Also don't say you disagree. He just quietly picked up the silk shop's land deed on the table. Then put it in my hand.

“Not an apology gift.”

“It is my sincere intention.”

“It is a sincere intention for cooperation between us.”

He looked straight into my eyes. Each word was said slowly.

“The marriage can be annulled.”

“But not to dissolve the engagement.”

“But it's temporarily postponed.”

“This play.”

“I will act with you.”

“Wait until the drama ends.”

“I hope for our marriage.”

“Maybe she arranged it herself.”

“Because…”

“I am very satisfied with my partner.”

I squinted my eyes slightly. Is this expressing your thoughts to me? Or is it planning an even bigger game? I can't see through him. From the first time we met. This person was like a thick fog. Making it impossible for others to clearly see his true thoughts. But I know. I have no reason to refuse. I received the land deed.

“Wish us a happy cooperation.”

The corner of his lips curled up slightly.

“Wish us a happy cooperation.”

That very afternoon. Tran Quoc Cong's palace sent people to Vinh An Marquis's palace. Bring back all the bride price that was brought before. The movement is very loud. Not at all hidden. But the reason given made the whole capital even more shocked. The future princess of Tran Quoc Cong palace. The eight words are not clear. It's really not a salary. That news was like growing wings. In just one afternoon, it spread throughout the entire capital. My father received this news while in the study. Right on the spot. He smashed the most precious inkstone he had loved for many years. He then spat out a mouthful of blood. Phu Tran Quoc Cong has resigned. Moreover, he also used the most humiliating reason. Hardest to hear. The cruelest. Those words are like pointing straight at Tham Chieu Ninh and scolding me. It was no different in front of everyone in the capital. Aggressively gave Vinh An Hau a strong slap. He is truly done. The marriage with the Lam family failed. The support of Tran Quoc Cong palace is no longer there. How much calculation. How much ambition? They all dissolve into foam. He became a laughing stock. A joke for the whole capital. A man greedy for glory and wealth. In the end, he was hated by both sides. It is said that he locked himself in his study for three days three nights. Didn't meet anyone. Don't talk to anyone. Three days later. He walked out. It's like aging ten years. The sideburns have turned gray. His eyes also became cloudy. But deep within that turbidity. It hides a more crazy kind of stubbornness than before. He started to go crazy. Every day he ransacked the entire Hau palace. Especially the hospital where my mother used to live. Brick by brick. Every wall. Each pillar. Each crossbar. He let people check every little bit. He still didn't believe it. I don't believe my mother really didn't leave anything behind. He felt. There are definitely other museums. There's definitely something hidden. Something that can help Mr. Dong Son start again. Something that could help him get it all back. I sit in the main hall of Huyen Giap Quan. Quietly listen to secret agents transmit each piece of news. There is no expression on the face. Finally took the bait.

“Young master.”

Giang Van walked in from outside. She placed a new file on the table in front of me.

“Someone said to investigate Bach Chi.”

“There is already news.”

We open the file. My eyes scanned each line of text above.