Chapter 6 — The Donkey's Red-Eyed Husband reconciled, I cried, signed my name, and then cleaned out the treasury of hundreds of thousands

Vuong ma ma quickly walked inside. In every rare step, a look of haste appeared. Even the umbrella hasn't had time to retract it. Rainwater dripped from the oil paper umbrella onto the green tile floor.

“Madam, news has just come from the capital.”

“Tham Trac has transferred the ancestral pawn shop on Tuyen Vu Mon street.”

The cinnabar pen in my hand stopped. That pawn shop is the face of the Tham family in the capital. Tham Trac would rather cut the meat and get the blood than sell it. It seemed that he was truly forced to the limit.

“Who is the buyer?”

“It's the Ta Hau family.”

I raised my eyebrows slightly. Currently, Ta Yen is so poor that she cannot even pay her monthly salary. Where did he get the money to buy a prime store on Tuyen Vu Mon street? Ma Ma lowered her voice. There was some suppressed anger in his voice.

“Not to buy.”

“But it's a change.”

“Ta Yen did not spend half a coin.”

“He used something to exchange for Tham Trac's shop.”

I raised my head. Quietly look at her. Mother Vuong gritted her teeth and finally said the answer that made my eyes completely cold.

“It's an old pledge.”

"That year, in order for Old Lady Ta to feel secure about marrying him into the Marquis Palace, she forced him to personally write down a commitment paper."

"It not only clearly states that the person is infatuated with Ta Yen and is willing to marry into the Marquis Palace."

“But it also has your own signature and fingerprints.”

“The content clearly states that after marriage, the couple voluntarily gives up all rights to intervene and manage the entire property of the Marquis.”

"That piece of paper has always been kept by the Ta family."

“Now Ta Yen has given it to Tham Trac.”

Suddenly there was a loud explosion of thunder outside the window. I look at the Doan Khe inkstone on the bench. The corners of his lips slowly curved up into a cold smile. Ta Yen lacks money. Tham Trac lacks the weaknesses to deal with me. The two men were forced into this corner. You dare to make such a dirty deal behind my back. Tham Trac thought that all he needed was that letter. He will be able to speak righteously and prevent me from seizing power. Ta Yen believes that selling his ex-wife's weakness is a mistake. To be able to retain the wealth and glory of Thua An Marquis' palace. Tham Trac let his words out. He wanted to let the whole of Jiangnan see my lowly begging form in the past. He wants to use that humble past. Destroy my current reputation among Jiangnan merchants. Let everyone know. Boss Shen has unlimited glory today. She was once just a woman who was trampled underfoot by her husband and thrown away. Mother Wang's eyes were filled with worry. Both hands clutched the corners of his shirt.

“King ma ma.”

“Help me do something.”

“Covering all book printing wards in Jiangnan.”

“Day and night overtime rush.”

“Print me a book.”

Vuong Ma Ma was stunned on the spot.

“The title of the book will be…”

“《Seven Years in Houmen》.”

“Write it all down for me.”

"Write without missing a single word about how I was forced to write that pledge that year."

“How did Ta Yen and her cousin get along?”

“Because he wanted to marry someone new, he made up such a lie.”

“Most important…”

“List all the assets he has sold into a clear list.”

I looked at the book on the table. The tone was strangely calm. Mother Vuong's eyes immediately lit up. She immediately understood my intentions. Tham Trac wants to ruin my reputation. Then I will personally expose everything one step before him. Turn yourself into a woman who once looked at the wrong person, and finally came to her senses and turned around. By the way... Dig up Ta Yen's roots.

“Definitely within three days.”

“Let this book appear in all the big streets and small alleys of Jiangnan.”

“At the same time, use emergency routes to deliver to all the teahouses and storytellers in the capital.”

Three days later. At the biggest competition of Yen Ba Lau in Giang Nam. Tham Trac stood in the chair position. In his hand he held a piece of paper with a red handprint on it. The look was extremely gratifying. He cleared his throat. Looking down from above at the crowd of literati below.

“Today I will let everyone see the true face of Tham Tri Phi.”

“That year she was originally…”

“You voluntarily gave up your entire inheritance, just asking Marquis to look at you one more time?”

A blue-shirted scholar under the stage suddenly stood up.