Chapter 10 — The whole family told me I was not filial, so I immediately helped the Marquis add more people to be filial

It seemed he understood something. His chest rose and fell violently several times. Suddenly he slammed on the table and stood up.

"Qin Lac!! You comet!"

His shout boomed. The whole garden full of people heard it. One hand hugged Tan Nha Nhi, the other pointed straight at my face, his eyes were bloodshot, the blue veins on his forehead were bulging.

"In the Marquis Palace, you bullied Tan Nha Nhi, Tan Nha Nhi didn't even bother to deal with you! Now you still dare to lie above and below, trying to take over Tan Nha Nhi's identity! You really have the courage to be as big as the sky, your conscience is completely destroyed!"

Tan Nha Nhi gently struggled in Tieu Marquis's arms, as if wanting to stand up and make peace with him, her voice timid:

“Sister... I don't want to fight with you, it's just... you've found your biological parents... So maybe..."

She raised her head, her teary eyes looked at the old princess, her voice was soft and gentle, as if she were being pampered, but also as if she were pleading:

“Can... give my parents back to me?”

She paused for a moment, her voice trembling, carrying a sob that made people feel sorry for her:

“Grandmother... Look at me... I'm your real granddaughter.”

The entire auditorium fell into silence. At this moment, I stood there stunned, with only one thought swirling in my head. No... Whose biological parents did I steal? The old Vuong Phi's eyes moved slightly, and she signaled to her close mother standing next to her. That ghost didn't show any expression and quietly retreated. The mother-in-law stood up, her face still had a dignified smile, her voice was not loud but every word was clear:

"I'm really sorry everyone. Today's Bach Hoa Banquet is here to end, it has spoiled the ladies and young ladies' enjoyment of seeing the flowers. Another day, Canh Vuong Palace will definitely come to the palace to apologize in person."

The guest's farewell was said very politely. But the meaning is too clear. This is housework. Everyone, please come back. The guests left one after another. Some people are curious. Some people are excited. There were also people who tried hard not to laugh out loud. In the blink of an eye, only people from Canh Vuong Palace and Thanh Vien Marquis Palace remained in the garden. Father came very quickly. He strode in, first asking the old Princess to comfort him, then sitting down. From the moment I entered until I sat down, the whole garden was so quiet that it seemed to freeze. The king's father looked at a group of people kneeling on the ground, not saying a word from beginning to end. Older brother stood behind him, hands clasped behind his back. The king's father looked around and finally stopped on Thanh Vien Hau.

“What happened?”

Thanh Vien Hau gritted his teeth and bowed his head vigorously.

“King!”

His voice was choked, his expression so vivid that it seemed like he had practiced countless times.

"Fifteen years ago, in early August, on a rainy night, the mandarin brought his family into the capital to visit his relatives. Because of the panic, his son gave birth prematurely at Huyen Ho medical shop. It was originally a happy event, but unexpectedly the next day... the very next day, the baby was switched! The mandarin had searched everywhere many times, but to no avail..."

He slammed his head once more. By the time I raised my head again, tears were streaming down my face.

“Now it seems that it is the children of the Royal family and the children of the lower officials was swapped by that thief! Each of us should have returned to our rightful place, but this evil thing has hidden us until now."

He turned his head and waved towards Tan Nha Nhi, his voice filled with impatience.

“Tan Nha Nhi! Come over here quickly! This... this is my father!"

Tan Nha Nhi quickly stepped forward, knelt down next to Thanh Vien Hau, raised her head, her teary eyes looked at Canh Vuong. There was admiration in those eyes. There is desire. There was also a look of reticence, not daring to come close. Her lips moved slightly a few times. Then very quietly. Very softly called out:

“Father…”

Right after that, she tilted her head to look at my brother again, her voice even softer: I stood to the side, looked at my brother's pale face, couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva. These people... Why are they so good at finding ways to die? But it must be said again and again. After all, that is my biological father.