Chapter 3 — The day I was left behind in the abandoned temple, the Princess kicked in the door to welcome me home

“Tham Chieu Ninh, have you made enough trouble!”

"Van Hien has done everything he could! What else do you want?"

"Bach Chi was frightened because of you, and is still lying in bed recovering from illness."

"If you don't go visit her, that's fine. You're still standing here aggressively threatening people and forcing people too much!"

"Do you still have any appearance of a beautiful lady, a noble lady?"

When I hear those words, I just feel foolish. Black, but can also be said to be white. I don't look at them anymore. The whole room was full of people, yet there wasn't a single person who was truly human. I turned around, looked at my father and slowly opened my mouth:

"The engagement between me and Lam Van Hien ends today."

"From now on, I Tham Chieu Ninh and his Lam family, regardless of marriage or funeral, will no longer have any contact."

Lam Van Hien suddenly raised his head to look at me, his eyes filled with surprise. It seemed like he completely did not expect those words to come out of my mouth. Perhaps in his mind, I will still be like before, crying and begging him not to abandon me, begging him to turn his head to look at me once, begging him not to marry someone else. But this time, he miscalculated. My father became even more angry to the extreme.

"Marriage is a big deal, the parents decided it, the matchmaker made it happen, can you just cancel what you say can be canceled?"

"This marriage, if you want to get married, you have to get married. If you don't want to get married, you have to get married!"

“Now go back to the hospital immediately, prepare to get married on the 8th of next month!”

He still thinks he can control me. I still think that I am an obedient daughter and let him arrange things as he pleases. I looked at him and said each word clearly:

“Father, it seems you have forgotten.”

“My marriage, Tham Chieu Ninh.”

“The speaker doesn't count.”

“The person who can decide my wedding date is someone else.”

Father was stunned, for a moment he didn't understand how I knew.

“What do you mean?”

At that moment, the butler rolled and crawled in from outside. His expression was extremely panicked, even his voice had changed.

"Maou... Marquis! This is not good!"

“The prince of the Tran Quoc Cong palace... has arrived!”

Quoc Cong Tran's Palace? Tieu Canh Hanh? My father stood up from his chair with a "snap" sound, his face filled with disbelief.

“Who are you talking about?”

The butler replied in a trembling voice:

“The Crown Prince of Tran Quoc Cong Palace, Tieu Canh Hanh!”

"He... he brought the bride price and has already arrived at the palace gate!"

As soon as the butler's words ended, a tall, cold figure appeared at the door of the hall. Tieu Canh Hanh wore a jet black brocade, his black hair was tied neatly behind his head, and stood with his hands clasped behind his back. He just stood there. But his aura makes others dare not look straight at him. Behind him were two rows of guards standing neatly as one. Each large painted and gilded chest was carried behind. Each one is extremely sophisticated. That aura, that scale, was ten times more solemn than the time the Lam family brought the bride price in the past. His gaze surpassed everyone in the hall. Surpass my father. Surpassing the people of the Lam family. Finally stopped on me. When I saw my whole body covered in injuries and blood stains, my eyes were still It was as quiet as an ancient well without ripples that suddenly shrank. In that moment, his eyes changed. A cold aura that made people unable to breathe immediately spread throughout the hall. Even the temperature in the room seemed to have dropped a few degrees. He slowly opened his mouth, his voice was not loud but carried a majesty that did not allow anyone to doubt or oppose.

“Sir Father-in-law.”

"The little priest is here today to discuss the wedding date."

The faces of my father and the people of the Lam family immediately turned pale. The air in the hall seemed to freeze. So quiet you could hear a pin drop. My father opened his mouth, like a fish thrown onto the shore, his lips kept moving but not a single word could be said. Lam Thi Lang and his wife were not much better. The blood on his face instantly drained away. His face was pale. The body staggered as if about to fall. Lam Van Hien seemed even more like someone had his soul taken away. His face was as gray as ashes. He looked at Tieu Canh Hanh bewildered, then looked at me. His eyes were filled with chaos.