Chapter 3 — We are oppressed by our foreign families, and the crazy people who are famous in the capital are always protected

I've never seen him lose his temper like that. "Liu Tinh Muoi!" He stared at me. I almost gritted my teeth. "The person last night was clearly you." 5 I looked at Thoi Le. He stood in the backlight, his face pale, his chest heaving violently. His noble demeanor is like the bright moon and cool breeze on a normal day. At this moment, it had broken into an ugly crack. "What are you talking about?" I leaned against the pillow, my voice was very soft, but clear enough. "Last night I slipped and fell into the water, the whole garden full of guests saw with their own eyes." "It was Marquis Truong Ninh who saved me ashore, and my grandmother was also present." I coldly looked at him. "Or is it that my cousin still hasn't sobered up and ran to me crazy?" Cui Le was stunned. He stared at me. It seemed like he wanted to find a trace of flaw in my face. "Impossible." He took a step forward, his tone extremely certain. "Last night I clearly saw you entering that room. It was you who seduced me, right?" The bottom of his eyes were filled with a look of disgust and caution. "You plotted the position of the mother of the Thoi family, deliberately plotting during the banquet. Lieu Tinh Muoi, you from before. Up until now, I have always wanted vain glory, but I have no peace. Besides you, who else could it be?" I laughed. Previous life. I used to look up at him like that too. Thought he was a bright moon high and unreachable. Only later will we know. In that bright moon, there is hidden shame and cold blood that ordinary people cannot compare to. I lifted the blanket. Try to suppress the dizziness and stand up. Thu Cuc wants to help me. But I raised my hand to stop him. We go to the table. Pick up a bowl of cold hangover soup. Turn around. Without hesitation, he sprayed it straight on Thoi Le's face. Dark brown broth dripped down his straight nose. Dirtying the spotless white clothes that he was always proud of. "You!" Cui Le got angry. Instinctively raised his hand. I don't dodge. Just calmly looked straight into his eyes. "Go ahead." There was no warmth in my voice. "If you dare to hit down today, I will immediately leave the palace and go to play the Dang Van drum in front of Kinh Trieu Doan's palace. For the entire capital to hear, the Prime Minister's eldest son borrowed alcohol to act arrogantly, forced the maid, then changed white for black, and ran to his stepdaughter's room to cause trouble like that. Come on." Thoi Le's arm stiffened in mid-air. The broth ran into my eyes. He blinked with difficulty, his eyes red. "You dare to threaten me?" "What don't I dare to do?" I curled the corner of my lips slightly. "If your brother has any urges, just go to Tan Lau So Quan. If you don't want money, there is no shortage of girls in the palace." "Don't put your dirty mind on me." I pointed out the door. "Go away. You are not welcome here." Cui Le looked at me with disbelief. Maybe in his eyes. I will always be just a lowly cousin, in order to please him, I stooped down and brought soup to the place. He had never seen such a sharp look from me. "Okay, very good." He gritted his teeth and wiped his face with his sleeve. "Liu Tinh Muoi, don't regret it. In this life, don't ever step into the big door of the Cui family again." He waved his sleeve and left. The footsteps were hurried, carrying some parts as if they were running away. I watched his back disappear outside the courtyard gate. My whole body seemed to be drained of strength. Fall down on the chair. Thu Cuc was so scared that she burst into tears. She quickly took a towel to wipe the drops of water from my hand. "Miss, how dare you throw water on the Great Master? If the old lady finds out, she will definitely peel off our skin." I patted the back of her hand. "Don't be afraid." To live again. Even when I die, I'm not afraid. What's more, Thoi Le. I picked up the cold cup of tea on the table. Drink it all in one gulp. The throat is dry at the end

also calmed down a bit. About to open my mouth. Outside the yard suddenly came a series of chaotic cries and screams. A young maid staggered in. "Miss! Come quickly and advise! The old lady wants to beat Sister Xuan Phan to death in Tho An hall!" 6I immediately stood up. The front is dark. Almost fell down. Thu Cuc quickly held me tight. "Miss, you still have a fever, you can't go!" "You must go." I pushed Thu Cuc away and quickly put on a coat. Previous life. I was raped and harmed by others, my innocence was destroyed. This life. I have escaped. But that disaster. Falling again at the beginning of the Spring Equinox. This year she is only seventeen years old. In half a month, she will be able to leave the palace and marry the carpenter she longs for day and night. What is her fault? On what basis should Cui Le bear the consequences of his shamelessness? When I ran to Tho An street. The yard was filled with people. Two strong women holding Xuan Equinox's penis on the bench. The board as big as a bicep came down hard. One. One more. The lower half of Xuan Equinh's body was stained red with blood. Her hair, which had been neatly combed, was now loose. Covered in mud. "Old lady... unjust slave..." Each time she received a stick. Her body convulsed violently again. The voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible. The maternal grandmother sat on the Grand Master's chair in the main hall. Hands holding rosary beads. His face was cold as ice.