Chapter 12 — The whole family told me I was not filial, so I immediately helped the Marquis add more people to be filial

Tieu Dao Hong leaned closer and lowered her voice, her tone still carrying a bit of novelty mixed with admiration.

"My lord, tell me... is she going to say 'wants to enter the Royal Palace to become a slave' again? So what kind of contract will she sign this time?"

I haven't had time to answer yet. A cold laugh came from behind. The mother-in-law has returned. The person leisurely stepped forward. As he passed by me, he held out a finger and gently poked my forehead.

"Naughty."

Having finished speaking, the new man leisurely walked next to his father and sat down. The king's father picked up the tea cup again. Continue leisurely drinking tea. The mother-in-law looked at Tan Nha Nhi kneeling on the ground and slowly assessed her. She is indeed very beautiful, but she has no relationship with her at all.

"Why don't I remember?" The mother-in-law just opened her mouth and said something that shocked everyone, "fifteen years ago, I gave birth to a daughter, right?"

Tan Nha Nhi's whole body was shocked and she suddenly raised her head to look at me. The mother-in-law tilted her head, looking at her father who was still leisurely drinking tea, the corner of her lips curled slightly.

“Or…” she said slowly, “Is there anyone else outside the Royal Family that I don't know about?”

The king's father choked on the tea, coughed twice, put down the tea cup, and said solemnly:

“Your Majesty, don't tarnish my reputation.”

The mother-in-law did not even look at him anymore. Show off your appearance: don't try to push this mess onto me. Older brother sighed softly and resignedly took a step forward.

“Thanh Vien Hau.”

He slowly opened his mouth.

“There is a story about the swap that is true.”

“But... it's not a trade off with my family.”

Thanh Vien Hau raised his head, his face full of confusion, his lips slightly parted, as if he completely did not understand what that sentence meant. My brother looked at me, not too quickly or too slowly, and continued:

"To be more precise, after being abandoned deep in the mountains by the exchanger, Nam Tinh was picked up and raised by my father."

Thanh Vien Hau is still kneeling on the ground. Suddenly, all his strength seemed to be drained from his whole body. He raised his head. Mouth opened. Then closed again. The expression on his face changed from confusion to horror. From terror to ashes.

“No… no way…”

His voice was hoarse, as if every word was forced out from his throat.

“Your Majesty... Your Majesty... Your Majesty....”

He couldn't speak anymore. Canh Vuong is looking at him. Those eyes were not fierce at all. Even with some indifference and calmness. But all of Thanh Vien Hau's words were stuck in his throat, not a single word could be uttered. But Tan Nha Nhi suddenly raised her head. It's like I just had time to react. Her eyes widened. There was panic in those eyes. Can't believe it. There is also a trace of unwillingness that is difficult to express in words. She suddenly let out a shrill scream.

“No way!”

The sound was so sharp it was like fingernails scratching hard on porcelain. She wants to stand up. But as soon as she moved, the guard standing behind immediately grabbed her shoulder and pressed her down hard. She struggled frantically. Both arms were bent behind the back. Yet he still tried his best to twist his body, just like a snake being squeezed by someone seven inches.

"No way! You guys are lying! You're all lying!"

Her voice grew louder and louder. More and more shrill. Tears mixed with the makeup on her face, smudging it into a patch. The appearance of the small white lotus flower from before was completely gone.

"Father! Look at me! I'm Nam Tinh! I'm your Princess Khang Ninh! You guys... you guys don't want to accept me because of her! Is it because of her? Is it because of her that you don't want to accept me? Is it true! Is it true!"

She screamed until her voice was hoarse. Both eyes were red. Her hair, while struggling, had completely fallen out. A few strands of tangled hair clung tightly to his sweat-drenched forehead. The guard pinned her to the ground. She couldn't move. But his mouth still refused to stop.

"My mother told me! Fifteen years ago, I and the Marquis's daughter were switched! I am the Princess! You cannot treat me like that! Impossible!"

To the end. Her voice was completely hoarse. The shrill scream was also mixed with hoarseness.