Chapter 2 — The day my mother wanted to reconcile, I tore up her letter of reconciliation

“Ming Dao, don't be afraid.”

My mother thought I was threatened and reached out towards me.

“Please take me away.”

I stared at the letter of separation on the table, hatred welling up in my chest. Go whatever. This immense wealth is based on what must be given to outsiders? I suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the letter of separation with one hand.

“Ming Dao!” my mother was frightened.

The next moment —— The page was torn in half by me in front of everyone. Still not enough. I continue to tear. Tear until shredded paper covers the ground, like a burst of snow. The whole hall was as quiet as death. The rosary in the old lady's hand "pop" and fell to the ground. Tran An's eyes widened. The tears on Lieu Nhu Nuong's face also froze for a moment.

“You are crazy!” My mother lost her voice.

I tightened my grip on the scraps of paper, turned my head to look at her, my eyes burning hot.

“Nang, we can't get along.”

“Why not?” Her tears immediately fell:

“He has raised me until the child is this big, why am I still here?”

"Waiting to be laughed at by the whole capital?"

“Being laughed at is better than losing your life.”

As soon as my sentence ended, everyone in the hall froze. I stared at my mother, each word spoken extremely heavily.

"If people separate today, it's not about fighting for air, it's about giving way to others."

"The person who gives up is not just the title of the main wife."

“But also my fate, my title, my right to be in charge of the palace, my dowry, my identity——”

“Even our lives.”

My mother was stunned. The old lady angrily shouted again: "What nonsense!"

“I'm confused and confused?” I turned my head to look at her and suddenly burst out laughing:

"Grandmother and father are currently at the border, life or death is unknown."

"At this time, a man who had been raised for seven years suddenly appeared in the palace, a six-year-old son, and insisted on forcing the government to write a letter of separation."

“Do you really think this is just a coincidence?”

The old lady's face darkened: "What do you mean?" I looked towards Lieu Nhu Nuong, my voice suddenly cold.

“If my mother leaves today, tomorrow the wealth of this palace will be your turn to receive it, right?”

Lieu Nhu Nuong's face immediately turned pale, she quickly cried and said:

“Miss, you misunderstood!”

“I have never had such thoughts!”

“No such thoughts, why did you come today?”

I walked forward step by step, forcing her to the point that she unconsciously backed away.

“If you really don't fight, why did you deliberately choose the time when my mother was most awkward to come to the door?”

"If you really don't fight, why do you still bring the child?"

"If you really don't fight, why do you open your mouth and say 'bloodline', afraid that others won't hear?"

Lieu Nhu Nuong was questioned until her face turned pale and she could only shed tears. Tran An frowned and said: "Miss, the general has indeed given instructions, Lady Lieu has a favor with the general -—"

"If you have grace, you can climb into bed and still give birth to a six-year-old child?" I coldly interrupted, "This kindness is truly not small."

“Even if I act arrogantly, I am better than someone who is shameless.”

I turned around to look at my mother, my voice suddenly stabilizing.

“Niang, don't go.”

"If father returns safely, he will still be the main wife, no one can surpass him."

“If something really happened to father ——”

I stopped for a moment, stared at the changed faces of everyone in the hall, and slowly opened my mouth:

"Promoted to become rich and died as a husband."

"This immense wealth, why should it be given to outsiders?"

“Boom” sound.

Like a pot of boiling oil poured into still water. Tran An's face immediately changed: "Miss, please be careful with your words!" The old lady was so angry that she was trembling: "You... you are truly evil -" Lieu Nhu Nuong's whole body stiffened even more, and in the depths of her eyes flashed a trace of guilt that she could not hide. There was only my mother, quietly looking at me, as if recognizing her daughter for the first time. I walked up to her and gently held her hand.

"Nang, today you're separating, it's not called a matter of dignity, it's called a trick."

"As soon as you step out the door, she can step on your position and step in."

“Do you believe or not?”

My mother's lips turned white and she couldn't speak for a long time. But I know, she overheard. At that moment, my sleeve suddenly became hot. I immediately stiffened. The old notebook in my sleeve, I don't know when it started to heat up on its own. I tried to slow down my erratic heartbeat and reached inside to touch it. On the cold page, a line of small, blood-red letters slowly appeared - Tham Thi: died in the snowy night, poor and suffering from a severe illness. My pupils constricted, and a layer of cold sweat immediately broke out on my back. It turns out that the outcome of our past lives is not just our own memories. Which was actually recorded in this notebook. In this life ——No one is allowed to force my mother to death again.