Chapter 3 — The Elder Robbed the Poor Man's Fortune to Get Along, I Smiled and Married to the Tieu Family

Parents were so worried that their eyebrows were furrowed, but Tu A was overjoyed.

"That's great! This time I will be famous throughout the ages, and my reputation will be passed down forever!"

After calming down, she immediately held my hand.

"Sister, help me pack my luggage. Just prepare according to what you prepared in your previous life."

A few days ago, she also confirmed that I was reincarnated like her. She wants to directly copy all of my methods. I smiled slightly and gently withdrew my hand.

“Sister, this is not good.”

I pointed to my room.

"I use wooden chopsticks and wooden bowls, and you use gold chopsticks and silver bowls. I wear a simple silk shirt and a simple sash skirt, and you wear brocade. How dare you let me follow your spending and living standards?"

Tu A was not fooled by that statement at all, just coldly glanced at me.

"You just write what you want to write. We will know what to use and what not to use."

She lowered her voice.

“Or... do you not want me to live well?”

Before I could even open my mouth to answer, she turned around and ran in front of my father and mother to tell the truth.

“Father, mother, A Nhu refused to help me pack my luggage.”

Father and mother immediately became angry. The two of them did not ask questions about right or wrong, nor distinguish between right and wrong, and angrily yelled at me.

"Ah Nhu! My older sister has given her husband's prosperity to me. I should have done my best to help him. I didn't even help with packing my luggage. What are you planning in your heart?"

I let out a small sigh.

“Okay, I can clean it up.”

Seeing that I was willing to give in, Tu A proudly crossed her arms across her chest.

"Write me another copy of the Bac Phien Vuong's preferences. What he likes, what he abstains from, everything must be written clearly. When I go there, I can easily follow his preferences, and win his heart at once."

I raised my eyes to look at her. She smiled very calmly, as if what she just said was completely normal.

"Sister, the North Phien King likes to ride horses and shoot archery, but you don't know those things. What's the use of me writing it down?"

The smile on her face immediately stiffened.

“Are you trying to humiliate me?”

I shook my head slightly.

“I'm only telling the truth.”

Tu A's face immediately became even more unsightly. She stared at me, a hint of cruelty in her eyes.

“The things you can do, I absolutely don't believe I can't do them!”

"Don't play tricks, just write to me honestly. If you dare to deceive me..."

The guy didn't finish his sentence. But I understand. From childhood to adulthood, are the disadvantages we have to endure still few? I didn't say anything else, just walked up to the desk, picked up the pen and started writing. What does King Bac Phien like? Likes raw lamb, the kind that still has red blood stains on it. I like horse milk wine, a wine so sour it makes my teeth hurt. Likes hunting, after hunting the prey, he peels the skin and hangs it in the big tent to show off his achievements. What is taboo? Avoid women who talk too much. Avoid disobedient women. Avoid women crying in front of him. While writing, I suddenly remembered things from my previous life. The first time I met King Bac Phien, the first thing he did was arrest me What I did was to wash his feet. The smell on those feet was almost no different from the smell of sitting in a sheep pen picking up sheep manure. But I didn't even frown, I just calmly knelt down on the sand and personally helped him take off his boots. He looked at me provocatively, with a smile in his eyes as if it weren't for nothing.

“Does it stink?”

I know very well. This question, if answered incorrectly, will cost you your life. The maid had just been dragged outside to be beaten to death with a whip not long ago, her body was still frozen in the snow. I bowed my head down.

“You are the hero of the sixteen Northern Phien tribes.”

“Under the feet of a hero are countless enemy corpses, the wind and sand on the steppe, the journey of thousands of miles.”

I carefully dried that foot, then gently placed it aside.

"These legs have traveled so many miles for the Great King to exchange for today's golden-roofed tent. They are not rancid. On the contrary, they carry a fragrance that ordinary people can hardly match."

The tent was suddenly quiet for a moment.