Chapter 1 — The Seventy-year-old Ancestor single-handedly built a barbaric official to demand justice for me

Everyone knows I'm dead, yet my seventy-year-old grandmother still single-handedly raised a large saber in the middle of the city gate. I am a fallen woman who was trampled on by the entire capital. To steal my marriage, my sister pushed me into the ice lake, but my father announced to the outside world that I slipped and fell into the water. My body was arbitrarily wrapped in a torn mat and thrown straight into the cemetery. Everyone thought that my grandmother was crazy and crazy, raising pigs all year round in my hometown, and couldn't even pick up corpses for me. But on the day my younger sister got married, those ten miles of red pageantry were endlessly ostentatious. In front of the city gate, an old lady appeared. She wore old battle armor that had long faded, her white hair flying wildly in the wind. The guards guarding the city were just about to move forward to chase them away, but they saw her holding up a hundred-pound Thanh Long Quan Dao with one hand, then she stepped forward and dragged the blade on the ground, sending out strings of sparks. When my prime minister father heard the news, he rushed over and shouted angrily:

“That crazy old man, what do you want to do!”

Grandma suddenly slammed the hilt of her knife on the ground, causing such an impact that the entire city gate shook.

“Little Trieu, open your dog eyes and see clearly who he is!”

“Fifty years ago, the old man once followed the emperor to pacify the eight directions, and with this sword he cut down ninety-nine heads of rebels!”

"Whoever touches my niece, even at the ends of the earth and at the ends of the ocean, must be exterminated!"

"Today, I will slaughter all the nobles who fill your door, and use your blood to sacrifice the flag to my granddaughter!"

My etheric body floats in mid-air. Look at my younger sister, Trieu Yen Nhien, wearing the red dress that originally belonged to me. The phoenix crown on her head is a relic my mother left me. At this moment, she was looking in the mirror, her face full of a smug smile. Stepmother Lieu Thi stood next to her and personally adjusted her sideburns.

"Yen Nhien, today you are the third prince's concubine."

“That bastard didn't die in vain after all.”

Trieu Yen Nhien raised his hand to stroke the eastern pearl on the phoenix coffin, his eyes full of resentment.

“She should have died.”

"A daughter who no longer has her mother's back, how can she hold the marriage contract with the Third Prince?"

“When I pushed her into the ice lake, she even begged me.”

“Please let me save her.”

Lieu Thi burst out laughing.

"It's good now, the old man has announced to the outside that she slipped and fell into the water, and her body, even though she was still barely alive, was thrown to the cemetery."

“A wild girl raised by a crazy woman. When she died, no one came to pick up her body.”

I looked at the hideous and ugly faces of the mother and her child. It felt like countless needles were piercing through my chest. Today is the big wedding day of Trieu Yen Nhien and Third Prince Ly Canh. Ten miles of red page stretching from the front gate of the Prime Minister's palace to the prince's palace. The whole capital is talking about this solemn wedding. No one remembers that there was still a woman in the Prime Minister's palace who three days ago had just "slipped" and fell into the water, dying. My father, currently Prime Minister Trieu Duc, was currently entertaining guests with a bright face. He raised his cup of wine, smiled and said to Third Prince Ly Canh:

“This young lady can marry you Your Majesty, it is the Trieu family's blessing."

Ly Canh's eyes glanced at Trieu Yen Nhien, carrying some satisfaction. He is satisfied with Trieu Yen Nhien's appearance. Even more satisfied with the power of the Prime Minister's office. As for me, the fiancee he had never met, he had long thrown it behind his head. The soul cannot shed tears. We can only stare blankly at everything before our eyes. Looking at our enemies laughing and having fun, enjoying everything that belongs to us. The good hour has come. Trieu Yen Nhien put a wedding scarf on her head and was helped by her mother to prepare to go out and board the palanquin. The whole Prime Minister's palace was immersed in joy and joy. Right at that moment, a family member rolled and crawled inside.