Chapter 1 — The whole family told me I was not filial, so I immediately helped the Marquis add more people to be filial

I am the real, stolen heirloom of the Marquis Palace. The first day I returned to the palace, the whole family criticized me for being unfilial. The biological mother cried, the fake daughter also cried, the old lady scolded, and the elder brother also scolded. I listened to one word after another, and felt that what they said was very reasonable. So I wrote a letter, telling my brother to bring some beauties to "be filial on my behalf". Two days later, the beauty was brought in, the whole family's face was pale. Is it not enough to share? I grew up as a child in Canh Vuong's palace, never thinking that one day I would be told that I was someone else's child. For example, at this moment, the gorgeously dressed lady stood in front of me, her voice choked to the point of breaking, but still holding my wrist tightly, muttering the old story of fifteen years ago, as if wanting to crush those fifteen years of nostalgia, guilt and supplication, and stuff it all into these eyes.

“Nie Niep... you are my Niep Niep...”

I'm a little scared. I heard every word she said clearly, but my head felt like it was filled with a tangled ball of thread, which was a stillbirth, which was a lock for longevity, which was switched in a rainy night... Did she say I wasn't my father's daughter? Did she say I was her flesh and blood? I shook my head, quickly withdrew my hand, pulled Tieu Dao Hong and turned around to run away. It wasn't until the cry from behind of the lady calling herself Lady Thanh Vien Hau gradually disappeared that I slowed down my steps to think. If father is not my father... Then am I still father's daughter? Canh Vuong Palace. Urgently wanting to find the answer, I ran all the way into the mansion, through the hallway, my boots stepping on the green stone floor making a popping sound. The subordinates all took turns stepping aside, their eyes filled with surprise and suspicion. I didn't have time to pay attention, so I ran straight to my father's study room. The door was only slightly closed, father was sitting behind the desk reading chapters, brother was leaning by the window flipping through books. Hearing the movement, the two raised their heads at the same time. Seeing me disguised and wearing simple clothes, my brother spoke first.

“Are you sneaking out to play again?”

He teased:

“Breathing like this, are you being chased by a yellow dog?”

I don't answer. I walked up to my father's desk, stood still, stammering out a word-for-word retelling of the words I had just heard in front of the medical shop. Tell me how that lady cried, how she held my hand tightly and wouldn't let go, how she looked at me, said I wasn't their daughter, then said I was their daughter. Speaking in a hurry, some sentences were jumbled, not clear before or after, and in the end the voice gradually became quieter. Father didn't say a word from beginning to end, just put down the scroll and sighed softly. He stood up, went to the underground cabinet in the corner of the wall, unlocked it, took out an item from inside, and placed it in front of me. A lock of longevity. Made of silver, a bit dated, the edge of the lock has been polished to a smooth shine. Below hangs a small bell, just touching it makes a jingling sound. On the lock's face is engraved a word — 「Lac」. Parents did not immediately speak up. He sat back behind the desk, looked at that lock, the corner of his lips curled slightly, but his eyes were far away, as if looking through this lock to a very distant past.

“That year my great-grandmother fell seriously ill.”

He spoke slowly, his voice low.

“The doctor said there is one medicine missing, it can only be found on the mountain Doc Co only has it. I walked for seven days and searched all over the mountain for seven days, but I couldn't even find a trace of that medicinal plant."

He raised his head to look at me, a faint smile in his eyes.

“But on the eighth day, far away I heard the sound of something crying. I followed the sound and found a diaper wrapped around a baby, inside wrapped in a tiny baby. In hand..."

He paused for a moment, the smile at the corner of his lips deepening.

“In my hand I'm holding that medicinal plant tightly. Both the roots and the soil, hugged tightly to my chest."

I was stunned.

“I picked you up and you stopped crying. Tears are still on my face.”

Father shook his head, as if smiling, but as if sighing.

“At that time I thought, this child is destined for me.”

He raised a finger and gently pointed to the eternal lock.

“This thing was already around my neck at that time. After that, I sent people to investigate, but within dozens of miles around that deep mountain, there were no houses, nor did we know who left the child there. I couldn't find your origin, so I took you home and named you Nam Tinh."