Chapter 6 — Thiem Ha Xuan

Originally he didn't want to go, but I saw that he was very talkative next to me, so I coaxed him a few words and pushed him away. The banquet hasn't started yet. According to the memories of my previous life, I found a small, quiet pavilion to sit and rest. Not long after sitting there, a cry rang out outside the pavilion. "I just want to borrow a little money from her. Her family is so rich, just a little slip through her fingers is enough for my husband and wife to live, but they don't even want to help with that little thing." "I guess... she probably regretted marrying Tieu Mart, so she intentionally made things difficult for me and Lan Thanh." Giang Oan Hoa's crying voice came intermittently. As soon as she finished speaking, several female voices spoke up to comfort her. I stood up, followed the crying sound and walked forward, gently lifting the willow branch that was blocking my sight. I saw a few ladies surrounding Giang Oanh Hoa comforting him. "It must be because she still hasn't forgotten Lan Thanh. If... if she really regrets..." "For the sake of Lan Thanh's future, I willingly ask for forgiveness, I only hope that she will have compassion and help you..." Having said this, Giang Oanh Hoa took a handkerchief to wipe her tears. A girl in a pink dress said angrily: "On what basis do you have to ask for a favor? Initially, she was the one who asked to change the marriage. Lady Giang is so harsh, sooner or later she will face retribution." The rest of the people also chimed in. "That's right, they are all sisters in the family, how can they see a dead person and not save them?" "Tsk tusk, you really know someone who knows their face but doesn't know their heart." Giang Oan Hoa leisurely listened to them. they scolded me. The corner of his lips behind the handkerchief curled up slightly with satisfaction. Seeing that, I smiled and walked out. "Trash like Tham Lan Thanh, just keep it to yourself. If you're paranoid, don't drag me in." Jiang Oan Hoa raised her head in panic and looked at me. "Sister... sister..."... I sat down on the stone bench, indifferently glanced at the people below, finally stopping on Giang Oan Hoa. "Go on. Why don't you say more? I'm listening very enthusiastically." Giang Oan Hoa turned pale. face, head bowed, eyes wandering, clearly guilty. I smiled faintly. "It's true that if you're not from the same family, you don't enter the same door. You're as cowardly as your trash husband." My eyes were cold. I raised my hand to adjust the hairpin in my hair and calmly said: "Speaking of money, according to royal law, I have no obligation to raise you." "Furthermore, your mother forced me to kill my mother because she wanted to climb high. For a daughter of an ill-famed family like you, I would not let my grandfather kick you out of the capital." "Who gave you the courage to come in front of me and brag? Or is it the crippled husband?" That thing gives you courage?" When I exposed my identity as the daughter of the outsider right in front of everyone, Giang Oanh Hoa's face immediately became extremely ugly. She bit her lips, her eyes lowered, filled with resentment. I ignored that troubled look and continued to say: "And Tham Lan Thanh..." "Huh, not even worth mentioning." "Does Tham Lan Thanh have more money than Ta Duong? Or is he more handsome than Ta Duong? Or has a higher status than Ta Duong?" "I Giang Xuan Chi is not blind enough to have to fight over a pile of trash with you." Hearing that, Giang Oan Hoa gritted his teeth, his face completely collapsed. No matter how angry she was, she did not dare to argue with me. After all, this is the royal palace. If you dare to argue with a Marquis like me, I can completely punish you for blasphemy on the spot. Enough scolding, the banquet is about to begin. I lazily stood up. As soon as I turned around, I saw Ta Duong standing behind me, smiling very arrogantly. Next to him is Tham Lan Thanh with a face as gloomy as water. … Seeing me looking over, Tham Lan Thanh reflexively avoided my eyes. I snorted coldly

sound, it seems that he is also afraid of being beaten. I moved my eyes, walked to Ta Duong's side, put my arm around his long, cold white arm. "Husband, the banquet is about to start, let's go." Ta Duong tilted his head to look at me, clasped his clasped hands, leaned close to my ear, and softly said: "I didn't expect that I would be so good in your heart, ma'am." I was a bit embarrassed, so when everyone wasn't paying attention, I gently punched him on the waist. Ta Duong laughed, no longer teasing me, but slowly spoke: "The royal palace is not Dong Thi market. Tham Trang Nguyen, I'm afraid your wife is a bit ill-mannered." Ta Duong indifferently glanced at Giang Oan Hoa. The corners of his lips still carried a smile, but the bottom of his eyes were cold. This is the first time we see his appearance like that. Just one look is enough to send chills down someone's spine. Is he... trying to help me? For a moment, I looked dumbfounded. Tham Lan Thanh clasped her hands, her face as cold as ice, reluctantly replied: "Little Marquis is right." Ta Duong held my hand and left the pavilion. Before he could take a few steps, the sound of Tham Lan Thanh shouting softly and Jiang Oan Hoa's sobbing could be heard from behind. Tham Lan Thanh is the person who values face the most. Today Jiang Oan Hoa returns, I'm afraid it won't be pleasant. … I followed Ta Duong back to my seat. The eunuchs lined up, carrying each exquisite dish, while the palace maids danced in the middle of the main hall. In my previous life, at the birthday party for Concubine Ta Quy, the person accompanying Tham Lan Thanh was me. When I come back in this life, the scene is still the same, the people are still the same, but my state of mind is completely different. A piece of music ends. Everyone takes turns offering offerings. I took the picture of Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara and gave it to the eunuch. Lady Ta leaned against the royal concubine tower, looking at the unfolded painting, her eyebrows and eyes that were three parts like Ta Duong's slightly curved up. "A Duong has long said that you are skilled in both martial arts and painting, and today it seems that is indeed the case."