Chapter 1 — The day my mother wanted to reconcile, I tore up her letter of reconciliation

My mother wrote a letter of separation... I tore it up in front of everyone. Everyone says I'm crazy. Only I know - if she stepped out of the palace that day, three days later... she would die. In the past life, that was it. She left empty-handed. Three days later, my father died in the battlefield and was posthumously awarded the title of Duke. On the other side, she walked through the door holding her son, rising from the position of concubine... straight up to being the princess of the country, being flattered by the whole capital. As for my mother - poor, sick, died in the snow. sold as a servant, died on her birth bed. So in this life, I won't let you go. I squeezed her hand, looked straight at everyone, each word fell like a knife:

“Mother, don't get along.”

“Promoted, made fortune, died husband —

This wealth has fallen..."

“Based on what… must I give way to outsiders?”

When I returned from rebirth, my mother was writing a letter of separation. On the long ebony table, a sheet of paper as white as snow. When she put down the last stroke of the word "ly", her wrist also trembled. Down in the hall, there stood a woman holding a child. The woman was dressed in an elegant lotus-colored body, her eyes were red, her shoulders were slender, as if a gust of wind would blow and she would fall. The little boy in her arms was about six years old, with pink lips and white teeth. He timidly grabbed the hem of her shirt, looking extremely innocent. But I just took one look and my whole body was cold. Lieu Nhu Nuong. There is also a child in her heart — Bui Thua An. In a previous life, it was this mother and daughter who stepped on my mother's corpse and entered the Bui family's door. In our previous life, this same child inherited the title and took everything from us. In the end, my mother died in the snowy night, and I died on the birthing bed, not even a new corpse-wrapping mat. Yet I returned on this very day. Back to the day my mother wrote a letter of separation.

“Ming Dao, come here.”

My mother raised her head to see me, her eyes were terrifyingly red, but her voice was light as if she had no strength left.

"After writing this letter of separation, I will take you back to my grandmother's house."

My throat is choked. In my previous life, I also thought like that. If a man is already dirty, he doesn't need it anymore. This Marquis Palace is disgusting to the extreme, just leave. But then I realized —— Is this a retreat with dignity? This is clearly paving the way for others. Three days later, the border sent bad news, Bui Triet died in battle at Bach Lang Coc. The emperor was angry and declared him a duke. The main wife has separated and left the palace, the Bui family no longer has a head and mother. So Lieu Nhu Nuong put on mourning clothes, hugged her son and knelt in front of the door, saying that she had left the bloodline for the Bui family. She became the princess of the country. My mother became an abandoned woman. And I become a commodity to be sold to become a successor. In this life, if I let that letter of reconciliation go out, it will be as if I died in vain.

“Madam.”

Down in the hall, Bui Triet's close entourage, Tran An, bowed his head, his tone extremely respectful.

“In the letter, the general said very clearly, Lady Lieu had been kind to you in the past, and in these years she has taken care of the little master on your behalf, truly suffering a lot.”

"Now Lady Lieu has brought the child to find her, just asking for a place to stay."

“The general said, the child cannot wander outside, other things must wait for your return then it will be decided.”

"Wait until he comes back and then decide?"

My mother suddenly burst out laughing, her smile filled with coldness.

"He's been raising people outside for seven years, and you're already so grown up, it's only now that you tell me."

"What, do you want me - the main wife - to give up the house to the outside, and the family tree to the second son?"

“Mrs. Shen!”

Above, the old lady slammed on the table.

“What's the big deal when there's someone outside who knows cold and heat?”

"These years, Triet Nhi has been fighting outside, licking the blood from the tip of the knife. You can't share for him, so stop it."

"Now that people have come to your door, do you still want to make the family uneasy?"

“I made a mess?” My mother's eyes immediately turned red and she raised her hand to point at Lieu Nhu Nuong.

"She's holding a child and standing in front of me, am I causing trouble?"

Lieu Nhu Nuong immediately knelt down with a "thud" sound, her tears falling.

"Madam, please forgive me. It's all my fault!"

"I don't dare to fight for anything, I just... I just can't watch Thua An wandering around outside."

“After all, it is the general's bloodline!”

She pushed the child forward a little. The child timidly called out: "Grandmother..." The old lady's face immediately softened. As for me, I just feel nauseous. In her previous life, she also cried like that. Crying so much that I felt like I was suffering from all the wrongs, crying so much that my mother became the cruel mistress. But if she really didn't fight, she wouldn't be standing here today.