Chapter 6 — The whole family told me I was not filial, so I immediately helped the Marquis add more people to be filial

Tieu Dao Hong was also out of breath, holding on to the tree trunk, her face red.

“Ti... miss... What... are you running?”

I raised my head to look at the cinnamon leaves on top of my head, then looked at the wildflower bush in the corner of the wall, I didn't know when a few more flowers had bloomed, and pouted.

“Little Dao Hong.”

“I haven't eaten anything this morning, I'm hungry.”

“...Miss!”

“Crystal flower waffles at Pho Dong, horseshoe cakes, fried quince, fried sugar cakes, spiral cakes...”

I broke each finger and counted.

“There are also small dumplings filled with meat, small dumplings filled with rock sugar fat.”

Tieu Dao Hong looked at me, her mouth opened then closed again, closed then opened again, in the end she could only helplessly say one sentence:

“If the Crown Prince finds out, he will definitely correct people.”

There was helplessness and sadness in that voice, but in the end, one could only endure and follow.

“Slave, go make arrangements now.”

I sat down on the stone bench under the cinnamon tree, watching the sunrise pass through the leaves, sprinkling the ground with shiny pieces of gold, constantly recalling what had just happened in the old lady's room. The old lady wanted to marry me far away, but from beginning to end, the Marquis's wife never said a single word that there was anything wrong with that. Isn't it you who wants me to return? I lowered my head to look at the long life lock in my hand, and suddenly felt a little disappointed. Not long after, the secret guard brought back carefully wrapped food. Looking at the breakfast displayed right before my eyes, I put all the troubles aside and started thinking about what had happened in the past two days. Tan An blamed me for being unfilial. Tan Nha Nhi told me to love my mother. The Marquis's wife said that the people in the palace were sparsely populated, Tan An was the only support of the entire Marquis Palace. The old lady said that the Marquis's wife did not know how to try, the Marquis's people were thin and thin, she wanted to have her children and grandchildren gathered under her knees to serve her. People with thin nails!? Filial piety? I repeated those words in my head, pondering over and over again, the chopsticks in my hand slowly slowing down. Tieu Dao Hong stood next to me and scooped more porridge for me. Seeing me suddenly stop, she cautiously asked:

“Miss, isn't it to your taste?”

I didn't pay attention to her and thought for a while. The more I think... the more I feel that what they said was right. This... We have to help them. So I put down my chopsticks, wiped my hands clean, and told Tieu Dao Hong to spread the paper and grind the ink. The letter was not long, the general idea was: everything here is very good, it's just that Mrs. Hau and the old lady both said there were too few people in the house, hoping to add Dinh Khau, hoping brother could help, is that okay? After writing, I picked it up, blew it dry, and then folded it carefully. I went to the window, took out the whistle, put it to my lips— A sharp whistle immediately rang out. Less than half a cup of tea, a dark shadow flashed outside the window. A person quietly landed in the middle of the yard, kneeling on one knee. I gave the letter to him.

“Give it to my brother.”

The dark guard took the letter, bowed once, and immediately disappeared without a trace. Tieu Dao Hong stood next to her, her expression extremely complicated. She looked at me. Looked again in the direction the dark guard had just disappeared. Then turned to look at me again. In the end, I could only sigh deeply.

“Miss,” she said, “this filial heart of a... servant Truly bow down to the ground. Truly filial to the point of making people admire you.”

“Is that right?”

I brought up the bowl of porridge.

“I see that too.”

The big matter in my heart was finally resolved, and my appetite immediately expanded. I drank two bowls of porridge in one gulp, and even that small basket of dumplings was completely gone. When brother received the letter, he was sitting in the study looking at the list. He flipped the letter over and over again. It was just such a thin piece of paper, with no beginning or end, not even the sentence "Brother is healthy". Flip to the back. There are no words on the back either. Flip back again. Read one more time. There are still only those few lines. He raised his head and looked at the dark guard standing next to him.

“Is that all?”

The dark guard bowed his head. The dark guard bowed his head lower again.

“Not even a single mention of me?”

The Crown Prince's voice raised slightly.

“Don't ask if I'm healthy here or not? Don't ask if I lack money to spend or not?