Chapter 6 — Three Thousand Hairs Fall All Over The Ground, The Royal Regret Goes Crazy

The woman he thought he had trampled into the 'mud'! Using this method again, give him the cruelest, most fatal blow! It's morning. But covering the capital's sky was not the sunrise. It's a layer of darkness called "humiliation" that cannot be dispelled. The main gate of the Regent Palace is tightly closed. But outside was already filled with people coming to watch the excitement. They are all waiting. Waiting to see how this most ridiculous wedding in the world will end. In Lieu Oanh Oanh's bedroom, it was chaos. Precious porcelain items were smashed all over the ground. She was wearing a bright red dress, her hair was messy, and her makeup was smudged by her tears. Like a crazy demon girl.

"I'm not getting married anymore! I'm not getting married anymore!"

She screamed madly.

“I don't have any face left to marry there anymore!”

Minister of Military Affairs Lieu Thua Chi, his face pale, stood at the door. After just one night, he seemed to have aged ten years.

"Marry! You must marry!"

He almost gritted his teeth as he said these words.

“At this point, our Lieu family has no way back!”

“If you don't get married, the Lieu family will become the Regent's enemies!”

"At that point, it will truly be irreversible!"

Lieu Oanh Oanh sat down on the ground, crying loudly. She doesn't understand. How did things turn out like that? Clearly she is about to become the most noble woman in the world. Why did she fall from the clouds to hell in just one night? Tran Tu Ngang. The man who was once abandoned by her, once despised by her. Using this method again ruined her whole life. The good hour has come. The royal palace's welcoming team still arrived. Just the sound of trumpets, drums, and music now sounds extremely shrill. Full of sarcasm. Lieu Oanh Oanh was forced into the palanquin by her mother and her maid. She is like a puppet without a soul. Wear the person who arranged it. The flower palanquin was carried out of Lieu palace. The ten-mile group in red costumes slowly advanced on the capital's avenues. Both sides of the road were filled with people. There was no blessing or admiration on their faces. There was only undisguised ridicule and contempt.

"Look, that's the new royal concubine who has already given the prince a green hat before entering the door."

“Tsk tsk, how shameless.”

“I heard that the letter she wrote to her cousin was very revealing.”

"And what else, something like 'this life is not for you to marry', turned around and climbed into the Regent's bed."

“How can a woman like that be worthy of being a princess?”

Those rumors are like poisonous needles. Through the palanquin curtain, straight into Lieu Oanh Oanh's heart. Her nails dug deep into her palms. Blood flowed from between my fingers. She didn't feel any pain. Because no matter how painful it is, it is not as bad as the humiliation and despair in my heart. The royal regent has finally arrived. Tieu Huyen stood at the door wearing a bright red outfit. His face is still handsome as before. But that face was covered with a thick layer of ice. His eyes became even colder, like a sword unsheathed. He did not reach out to support Lieu Oanh Oanh. Just coldly watched her being helped out of the palanquin by others. Lieu Oanh Oanh raised her head and looked into his eyes. In his eyes, she did not see even a trace of pity. Just feel endless cold and disgust. Her heart completely sank. She knows, she's done. Even though today she marries into the royal palace. Lifelong Don't expect to receive even half of this man's favor. She will live in ridicule of everyone. Living in this man's cold eyes. Living is not the same as dying. The worshiping ritual took place in a strange and oppressive atmosphere. The guests filling the hall were all noble mandarins in the court. One by one, eyes look at nose, nose looks at heart. No one dared at this time to provoke the Regent's anger. But the gloating eyes that could not be hidden were silently exchanged between them.

“I bow to heaven and earth—”

The master's voice was weak and powerless. Tieu Huyen and Lieu Oanh Oanh mechanically bowed.

“Second bow high road—”

The two turned around, faced the empty seat above, and bowed again.

“Husband and wife—”

Right when the master of ceremonies was about to shout the last two words. A voice suddenly came from outside the door. The voice is not loud. But it clearly spread throughout the hall. Everyone simultaneously looked towards the door. I only saw a young man wearing a washed-out shirt, with a haggard appearance but still unable to hide his handsomeness, standing there. In his hand, he was still clutching a stack of yellowed letters...each page had a tiny line clearly written at the end. His eyes looked intently at the woman wearing the crimson robe. His eyes were filled with pain and disbelief.

“Oanh Oanh…”

He muttered the name engraved in his heart.

“Is it really her?”

“Do you really want to marry him?”

Lieu Oanh Oanh's body suddenly stiffened. She looked at that man. The person she once loved was also cruelly thrown away by her. Tran Tu Ngang. Why is he here? How dare he appear here? The whole school was in an uproar. Everyone noticed. This man is the male character in those love letters flying across the sky.