Chapter 2 — The day they married into the National Palace, I personally tore apart their dignity

As soon as he stepped out of the main hall, there was immediately commotion behind him. I heard the sound of my grandmother throwing a tea cup. I heard the lady of the third room shout loudly: "What is this rule?" I heard Van Nuong cry. I don't turn back. Returning to the hospital, I closed the door. Thanh Hoa's close maid followed in, her face pale.

“Miss, just now you…”

“Bring the dowry list here.”

“Dowry list.”

Thanh Hoa frantically searched for that notebook. My father was General Tran Bac, guarding the northern border for twenty years, with thirty thousand soldiers and horses in hand. This marriage was arranged within the palace. Phu Ninh Quoc Cong was a civil mandarin for three generations and had a background in the court. My father's roots are at the border. In the palace, when civil servants and martial generals became friends, it was said to be "anecdotal". In essence, it's just for both sides to restrain each other. But the dowry is real. We open the list and look at each page one by one. There are eight estates, twelve shops, sixty-four loads of gold and silver, forty-eight chests of brocade and silk. The last page has a separate entry.

“A signal talisman transporting military supplies to the northern border.”

This is what my father kept hidden at the bottom of the chest. With this talisman, every year the Ninh Quoc Cong palace can receive one-tenth of the profits from transporting military supplies to the northern border. One-tenth of that profit is enough for the entire government to spend for three years. We close the list.

“Thanh Hoa, go investigate and see where my sixty-four dowry baskets are currently kept.”

Thanh Hoa left for more than half an hour, and when he returned, his face became even more unsightly.

“Miss, last night's dowry has been transferred to storage.”

“Where is the warehouse key?”

“At...at the old lady's place.”

I laughed softly. Not even a day after the dowry entered the door, the key was taken away. Act quickly.

“What else?”

"The slave has already asked, Van Nuong is in the Eastern Course, just a wall away from our courtyard."

“When did she move in there?”

“Half a year ago.”

Half a year ago, when the wedding date had not yet been decided, Van Nuong transferred to the Eastern Academy. Even close to the main courtyard. The location is even better than the concubine's hospital. I nodded.

“Go get the four mamas to come in with my dowry.”

Four mamas walked in and stood in a row. These four people were left to me by my mother. Mother passed away early. Before he passed away, he arranged four people for me. A person who manages money. A human resources manager. A news manager. A person overseeing the retreat. My father was a martial artist and did not understand the affairs of the family. But mother understands.

“Mother Wang, today you go to the warehouse, inventory the entire dowry, and compare each item according to the list.”

“If something is missing, write it down.”

"Mother Liu, go check out the foundation of this palace, how many people are there, how much moon silver is distributed each month, and whose books are all stamped with their seal?"

“Mother Trieu, investigate Van Nuong's background, when did she enter the palace, who brought her in, and who she has been close to over the years.”

"Mother Sun, you guard the courtyard gate. From today, without my word, no one will be allowed to enter this courtyard."

The four mamas answered in unison and then each went to work on their own. Thanh Hoa stood next to her, eyes wide open.

“Miss, this person is…”

"I didn't marry here to suffer resentment."

“You girls want to control To challenge me, we must first see whether we are qualified or not.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a report came from outside the courtyard gate.

“The prince has arrived.”

I adjusted my clothes and sat down on the chair.

“Invite him in.”

When Tham Nghien Chi walked in, his left cheek was still slightly red. Those are fingerprints from my slap. He stood at the door, looking at me, his expression extremely complicated. There is anger. There is confusion. There are also some emotions that cannot be named.

“Today she is in the main hall, doing that is too much.”

I took a sip of tea, not looking at him.

“Where is it too much?”

“You beat me right in front of the whole palace.”

"And you stuffed the concubine for me right in front of the whole palace."

He choked.

“That's what mother meant, I…”

“You are my husband, not your mother's husband.”

“She stuffed herself in, you can completely stop her.”

"If you don't stop, that means it's your idea."

The red streak on his face became even darker.

“Tham Nghien Chi, let me make it clear.”

I put down the tea cup and looked straight at him.

“Van Nuong, you absolutely cannot enter my door.”

“Not today.”

“Not tomorrow.”

“It won't be possible from now on.”

“If you feel wronged, you can go find your mother now. Let's take out the marriage certificate, so let's deal with it that way."

He stood there, his lips moving slightly, but not saying a word. Finally, he turned around and left. Walking to the door, he paused for a moment.

“You shouldn't mention your father's soldiers and horses.”

“If that word gets out, it won't benefit anyone.”

The door closed.