Chapter 6 The Words on the Letter, Still the Same as When I First Met You

Mộ Thanh Thư quietly stepped forward toward the ancestral hall. No one paid attention to the appearance of a neglected princess-who would care about a misfortune like hers? She glanced at the old matriarch and sneered:

"The young master of Bình Lăng is so diligent, even the funeral of his wife he can't manage properly."

The old matriarch's face stiffened, her voice carrying a hint of sarcasm:

"Princess, please forgive me. Yesterday, Lân Nhi was too busy. He wanted to handle his wife's funeral personally, but state affairs were more important. Isn't it the duty of a woman who marries to view her husband as heaven? Tần Nhu Nhi will not blame Lân Nhi."

Mộ Thanh Thư's eyes reddened slightly. So, her cousin had always been bullied by the Triệu family like this... She had never mentioned this in her letters... Every time she said she was fine... Now Mộ Thanh Thư realized the rumors were true, her cousin's life was worse than that of a servant...

The fragrance of incense filled the air, the snow continued to fall from early morning, and the white lanterns hung outside the Bình Lăng estate. She silently lit a stick of incense for her cousin. A whole life, long and endless, a step away from the present but distant as the horizon. The sound of the guard bell rang, choking her heart, remembering the old words from long ago, sending off the long night. The words in the letter still held, just as they were when she first met her: "Nhu Nhi, sister, Cửu Cửu is late again..."

The noise grew louder and louder, and the Bình Lăng estate seemed to descend into chaos.

A sharp voice, full of pain, echoed. She laughed and cried, causing a stir in the Triệu family. The guard A Vệ quickly stepped in front of Mộ Thanh Thư, the laughter growing louder...

"My lady, you are truly pitiful." The maid Tiểu Anh appeared and disappeared in the crowd. She stood before the memorial tablet of Tần Nhu Nhi, laughing and crying, then knelt respectfully before her master's tablet. Mộ Thanh Thư's expression grew darker, and the maid Lan Tâm became flustered:

" My Highness, Highness...Are you fine?"

She smiled faintly and shook her head. The guests began to murmur loudly. Tiểu Anh stood up, blood from her feet staining the ground, and she calmly approached the old matriarch, tilting her head to the sky with disdain, tears flowing freely, and a helpless smile.

"You, you are the ones who killed the young lady. Now you shift the blame onto others, you tortured her to death."

"Ancient wisdom says even a vicious tiger won't eat its cub, but you are more cruel than wild beasts. The young master's death was also caused by your hands."

She then tilted her head to the sky and laughed wildly. The old matriarch was furious and shouted:

"The Low slave, how dare you make trouble and spit poison! Someone, drag her out!"

Tiểu Anh smiled contemptuously:

"A vile woman like you will soon die and have no place to be buried."

Then, with determination, she turned around, knowing that even if she lived today, she would live a life worse than death. She hurled herself towards the column of the house, and no one had time to react. Before she breathed her last, she murmured:

"Miss, finally, Anh Nhi can repay you."

Mộ Thanh Thư looked at the old matriarch with a mocking smile. Her face twisted in disgust, clearly showing no feeling at all.

"So the master of Bình Lăng Duke, whom the madam speaks of as a good husband, is really like this?"