Chapter 1 — The First Beauty of Xuyen Thanh

The first day I transformed into the world's number one beauty, I dressed beautifully and planned to go out and show off my beauty. Who would have thought that in the crowd, there would be people who said the opposite thing over and over again - "Your hair is just normal." “The gestures are so flirtatious.” "Your head is full of brooches, do you think you're a little flower girl?" I was angry, turned around to follow the sound, my eyes finally stopped on Ta Nhuoc Nho: "What the hell do you know?" He just casually said one sentence: "Vulgar." From then on, between me and him, a war of words began that lasted for six years. Until one day, I couldn't stand it anymore and wrote a letter challenging him: "Come, at the hour of the Rat, the officials will meet, a battle of high and low!" That night, I stood in the middle of Truong An street, holding a kitchen knife, shouting for him to come out. Who would have thought that when I raised my head... I was alone surrounded by Cam Y Ve, Ngu Lam Army, and two hundred crossbowmen. It turns out, Ta Nhuoc Nho is not a poor scholar at all, but his Royal Highness the Crown Prince - Ta Phu Nghien. He lifted the curtain of the palanquin, raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at me, his voice lazy and arrogant: "Are you going up? If not, then start cutting." After hearing it, I immediately made a "click" sound in my heart - my soul was in the clouds, frozen on the spot. When I saw my face in the mirror, I was so happy that I fainted. Tieu Dao quickly caught me, who was staggering and about to fall, "Congratulations miss, at 16 years old, you won first place." I'm only 16, so I'm even happier. I don't dare imagine how fun it would be to wear a face like this on the street. So I dressed elegantly and brought Tieu Dao down the street. Everyone knows that beauties on the street, to avoid causing chaos, cover their faces with thin gauze. I straightened my back and walked into the middle of the crowd. Sure enough, everyone's eyes were attracted to me. I pretended to be quiet, pretending that my veil was blown away by the wind. As expected, a series of admiring sounds rang out. But among the crowd, a voice rang out at the wrong time: "Unfortunately, the ends of my hair are dry." I raised my long, slender neck and pretended not to hear. It's all praise, there's no need to pay attention to jealous people. I waved to the crowd surrounding me. The wide sleeves followed my movements and swung slightly, revealing half of my arm. The voice rang out again, "Your gestures are so flirtatious." I took a deep breath and pretended not to hear. But in the back of my head, that voice still echoed. "My head is full of brooches, showing off, do you think I'm a little flower lady?" Who can stand this? So I grabbed that guy. “What the hell do you know?” Ta Nhuoc Nho immediately walked into my sight like that. Dressed in white, hair black as snow. Clearly a great, peerless handsome man. He frowned, pulled out the part of his shirt I held, and brushed the dust off. “Hmm, too flirtatious and vulgar.” What's going on, while it's quiet, a handsome guy opens his venomous mouth. He continued, beginning his relentless attack. “The clothes have rough seams, not genuine products from Tran Tu Cac.” “The lipstick is so dark, you think you're drinking a child's blood.” "With so much makeup, I didn't know I thought I was a young woman." “A beautiful face that is not aesthetically pleasing is a waste.” No, this guy is sick. When dealing with this type of person who casually comments on others, one can only use violence. I rubbed my hands like flies, using the eyes of a man to look at a woman, scanning him from head to toe. “One body White clothes, your funeral style really suits you." “Look at the wide shoulders and slim waist, are you stuffing anything in there?” "There's not a single blemish on your body, this meticulousness, how much at a time, little officer?" Ta Nhuoc Nho's face turned pale, "Who are you calling a petty official?" I curled my lips and smiled lasciviously, suddenly lifting his chin up. “What do you say?” Ta Nhuoc Nho turned his head and took two steps back, "It's really shameless, teasing men in broad daylight." I suddenly understood, "You deliberately said the opposite, to get my attention, to play a game of playing hard to get?" Ta Nhuoc Nho was angered by me and left. He also let out an aggressive sentence: "You just wait." The phrase "narrow alley family" probably refers to us. Otherwise, the two houses would not be separated by just one wall. While I was resting, there was still noise on the other side of the wall. Made me so angry that I climbed the wall, kicked the door, and ran in to curse. “What time is it? Still refusing to go to sleep? Ta Nhuoc Nho had a knife held to his neck by two black-shirted men. He saw me, his eyes filled with disbelief: "You still chased me to my house?" The atmosphere between us suddenly became strange. Ta Nhuoc Nho opened his mouth again, I looked at his mouth, the words "save me". I took a deep breath, pretended like I was sleepwalking, turned my head quickly, "I'm going back to bed." The leader in black threw a knife at me, "If you see it, you must die." I panicked, grabbed a stick from the side and swung it. Unexpectedly, a stick hit him and knocked him unconscious. I proudly clapped my hands, "That's all, so simple." So I looked more confidently at the remaining black-shirted guy. He was holding a knife to Ta Nhuoc Nho's neck and kept winking at me. What he means is, just like before, I dodge, you swing the stick down. Try your best, believe in yourself. Having experience from last time, I straightened my back and signaled him to rest assured. But this guy in black is obviously a professional. According to my plan with Ta Nhuoc Nho, he moved aside. As a result, I hit Ta Nhuoc Nho, causing him to faint. As for me, my eyes are dark. When I woke up, Ta Nhuoc Nho and I were tied up and locked in a warehouse. There were seven or eight black-shirted men in front of us taking turns guarding. I gingerly stepped back and took advantage of the chaos to slap Ta Nhuoc Nho twice. “It's all because of you.” The group of black shirts immediately rushed forward to pull us out. “This brat has a fierce temper and is also vindictive.” They see us as cats and dogs and make fun of us. I can't let go of my anger. This poor scholar who can't fight cocks is truly my nemesis. Slap didn't wake up either, it seemed like there was nothing to expect. I remember his last name was Ta, pretending to be a poor scholar all day. I gave him a name - Ta Nhuoc Nho.