Chapter 4 — Two Lifetimes to Be Perfect

"You're a normal wife, there's no use for the official wife's clothes. Instead of leaving them in the warehouse to gather dust, it's better to let Thuoc Nguyet borrow them for temporary use. Later, I'll have someone make ten new sets for you." Lam Tri Thuc's movements paused for a moment, then she stood up straight: "Okay, I'll go get it." She turned around to the warehouse and took out that happy outfit. The phoenix pattern embroidered with gold thread on the dress is lifelike. Her hand stroked the surface of the dress. In the past, my grandmother hand-stitched this outfit with needle and thread for nearly three months. She still remembers when her great-grandmother held her hand and smiled and said: "In the future, my family's Tri Thuc will wear this happy outfit and honorably marry Mo Dung Canh to be her concubine." At that time, she was teased by her grandmother until her face turned red. Unfortunately, now she will not marry Mo Dung Canh, nor can she wear this wedding outfit anymore. Thuoc Nguyet looked at the wedding dress she brought and quickly waved her hand to refuse: "How can I take the princess's wedding dress? My outfit is only torn, so it's okay to wear it temporarily." Mo Dung Canh received the happy dress and stuffed it directly into Thuoc Nguyet's arms: "Just take it for her. She's just an ordinary wife, how can she wear this crimson happy dress?" Thuoc Nguyet looked at Lam Tri Thuc awkwardly and said in a low voice: "So... Thuoc Nguyet thanks you, miss." Lam Tri Thuc said nothing, turned around and left. Mo Dung Canh looked at her back, instinctively took a half step to chase her, but looked at Thuoc Nguyet next to her, holding her robe with a happy expression, and finally stopped. Early the next morning, the sound of gongs and drums echoed throughout the capital. The news that Murong Canh was marrying the official and concubine at the same time soon spread throughout the city. People excitedly followed the wedding procession, filling the entire alley. The eight-person palanquin is covered with red flowers and red silk spread from the beginning of the street to the end of the alley. No one noticed, outside the side door of the small courtyard was parked a horse-drawn carriage with green curtains. Lam Tri Thuc wore a simple white outfit and carefully helped Mother Tong into the car. Before leaving, she lifted the car curtain and took one last look at the bustling scene that did not belong to her. Finally, she withdrew her eyes and calmly said to the driver: "Let's go." The wheels rolled across the road, making a soft sound, running towards the city gate. On the street, Murong Canh was dressed in a dark red dress, riding on a tall horse, with an entourage carrying eight people behind him. Crowds gathered to watch on both sides of the road. The bridal party stopped in front of the hospital gate. Murong Canh threw himself off his horse, strode inside, and went straight to the main room. The door was pushed open, Thuoc Nguyet wearing that crimson dress, was led out by the maid, the phoenix pattern embroidered with golden thread glowed under the sunlight. The corner of Murong Canh's lips revealed a smile, he stepped forward and picked her up directly. As he turned around, the corner of his eye glanced at the next room not far away, seeing the person he arranged had pushed open the door and walked in. He then withdrew his gaze, smiled and carried Thuoc Nguyet onto the palanquin. The group of people playing flutes and drums returned to the prince's palace. Mo Dung Canh carefully helped Thuoc Nguyet step through the fire basin and into the main hall. The officiant chanted the ceremony with a high voice, first bowing to heaven and earth, second bowing to high halls, and bowing to husband and wife. After completing a series of rituals, Thuoc Nguyet's face under the headscarf turned red. But when the wife entered the door to offer tea, Lam Tri Thuc's figure still did not appear. The guests waited for a while, then began to chat, quiet voices of discussion arose everywhere. "Hey, where is Miss Lam? Why hasn't she come out yet?" "You probably don't want it, right? She's the eldest daughter of the Grand Deputy, but she has to be the wife of a maid, and has to offer her tea. Who can stand it in return?" "Isn't that right? Because of that, Miss Lam stayed by the bedside for three years, but in the end she was held up by her maid, tsk..." Those gossips passed into Murong Canh's ears without missing a word. He sat there, his face increasingly gloomy. His eyes swept over, and the people around immediately bowed their heads and fell silent. At this moment, the entourage he arranged to pick up Lam Tri Thuc quickly ran over, leaned close to his ear, lowered his voice and urgently said: "My lord, this is not good! Miss Lam disappeared, there was no one in the next room."

Hey, all the furniture has been moved!” Murong Canh's face immediately changed: "What does it mean to disappear? Telling you to go pick up even one person won't pick you up, so what's the use of keeping you guys!” The entourage was so scared that he knelt down on the ground. Thuoc Nguyet heard the movement from behind the headscarf, secretly pulled the corner of Murong Canh's shirt, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, don't be in a hurry. Miss has a noble status and has to marry a maid like me. She must have a lot of dissatisfaction in her heart, so she doesn't want to show her face." “Wait a few days, when you think clearly, you will naturally return. How could the young lady bear to leave the prince? Mo Dung Canh listened to Thuoc Nguyet's words and gradually calmed down. Lam Tri Thuc took care of him for three years, and his reputation was also lost. Besides marrying him, where else can she go? It's just temporary anger. The same day she got married really made her feel uncomfortable. After two days, he would personally find her and discuss the wedding date. She would definitely agree.