Chapter 2 — The Sixth Prince's Female Chef

I was so irritated by these words that I burst out laughing. "Face?" I took a step back, widening the distance with him. "T. Tu Tu, what you are talking about about face is letting me rightfully marry into the Marquis Palace as a concubine, then being ignored by the whole palace for the rest of my life, and not being able to be buried with you until death? Now it's even better, even the title of concubine has been taken away, making me a concubine?" "That's because of the government itself?" you..." "How about me?" I interrupted him. "I wore a flower, you chose it. From beginning to end, I was completely unaware. It was you who made the mistake, why did you make me bear all the mistakes?" Tham Vu's face darkened. In his previous life, he had been An Binh's servant all his life. He was used to others bowing their heads and obeying orders. How could he stand it when someone opposed him like that? "Nguyen Thanh Le." He lowered his voice. "Don't be unreasonable. If it weren't for respecting the love of your previous life, do you think you could still enter the Marquis' palace? Your mother agreed. Do you think you can resist?" The blood in my body seemed to freeze at this moment. The model agreed. These four words are more effective than anything. I am a second daughter, my mother passed away early, my father's love was reserved for my mother and my sister. In that house, I don't even have the right to speak up. If my mother was determined to take me to the Marquis Palace to be her concubine, my father would absolutely not say a word for me. Tham Vu saw the change in my face and thought I had surrendered, and his expression softened a bit. "Listen." He said. “My sister has a gentle personality and will not mistreat her.” I lowered my eyelashes and said nothing. Gentle? In your previous life, when your sister wrote that letter to Tham Vu, did you ever think about how a sister like me would live her days in the Marquis Palace? Tham Vu wanted to continue speaking, but footsteps were heard in the distance. He immediately retracted his expression and restored the indifferent, noble appearance of a prince. The person who came was Ms. Nguyen Thanh Duong. Today, she wears a pink rose in her hair. When walking, the flower petals shake slightly, making the person even more beautiful than the flower. Looking at that flower, I unconsciously raised my hand to touch the pear flower branch in my hair. "Your Highness." Nguyen Thanh Duong walked closer and gently bowed. "Mother told me to come find you, saying that Mrs. Hau has prepared tea and cakes, please come over." While talking, her eyes drifted, her eyes with a faint smile looked at Tham Vu. Seeing her, Tham Vu's whole body became gentle. That gentleness, I have never seen in my previous life. "Okay." He nodded, then turned back to look at me. "Thanh Le, you go back to the palace first. Tomorrow I will send someone to deliver the letter." After saying that, he immediately left side by side with Nguyen Thanh Duong. When turning around, Nguyen Thanh Duong's eyes glanced at my face, the corners of his lips curled slightly. That smile is very faint, but the meaning inside is familiar to me. That is the smile of a winner. I stood in place, my nails digging deep into my palms. 5 Tieu Dao ran out from a corner, her eyes red: "Miss, I heard everything... How could the prince do such a thing? After all, you are..." "Don't talk anymore." I pulled her hand. "Let's go back to the palace first." On the way back, I didn't say a word. Tieu Dao thought I was being attacked, so she carefully observed my face all the way. Actually, I'm not sad. I'm thinking. In my previous life, I endured it patiently, living in the Marquis Palace all my life, and in the end I didn't even have the qualifications to be buried. In this life, we absolutely cannot go that route again. But the mother agreed to this marriage. How should an unmarried lady like me protest? If tough

Confrontation will only leave you broken to pieces. I closed my eyes, my mind quickly thinking. When returning to Nguyen Palace, the mother was already waiting in the main hall. Today she was in a very good mood, with a rare smile on her face. Nguyen Thanh Duong sat next to her, holding a cup of tea, looking elegant and leisurely. "Thanh Le is back?" The mother waved and called me to come. "Today you also saw it. The crown prince chose your sister to be his wife. But the kind prince, remembering the last time you appeared before him, agreed to accept you as his concubine. This is your destiny, do you know?" I knelt on the ground, low. The voice said: "Mother, Thanh Le does not want to be a concubine." The smile on the mother's face immediately stiffened. "What do you say?" "My biological mother made me swear that I would never be a concubine in this life." I raised my head, not avoiding it, but looked straight at the mother. "Mother, I cannot go against the deceased's wishes." The mother's face completely sank. She placed the teacup in her hand firmly on the table, making a crisp sound. "Are you using that short-lived mother to force me?" Her voice was cold as ice.