Bab 4: Flower Pot

Along the way, Tria could not keep her eyes from looking around. 'Tria', before, has never been in these parts, so she now is taking in her entourage hoping to learn more about the estate.

The people she met on the way, mostly servants, were looking at her in disdain and did not even try to lower their voices talking ill about her.

"That's the fool of the family"

"What is she doing here?"

"I heard she went into one of the guest's bedroom, who came to the dinner last night"

"Maybe she was hoping to elope with a rich young man, that whore"

"Ha, too bad she went into that waste's room, good for her, a fool and waste, what a great pair"

'Waste? ha, if it's a waste, then maybe, just maybe I might be able to get out of this predicament', thought Tria, not realizing that she had reached her destination.

"We're here, I am not allowed in, so you will go by yourself, go through the red double doors and you'll reach the hall," said Lan, while turning, not even looking at her. 'She already sealed her own fate, paired with a cripple, she will have no future, no need to waste my boot-licking skills with her' thought Lan, walking back, not noticing the cold gaze of Tria on his body. She really did not like this boy, not only was he extremely arrogant, he gave off the feeling of an opportunist.

Pushing in the heavy doors, Tria walked in with her head down, nervous. She was even shaking, feeling a pressure over her body.

'It must be the bone-deep fear, of the previous owner towards her father. They have met probably a couple of times all these years, but it was never a good meeting.' However, from what Tria can deduce, this man of a father was quite the hypocrite. Since when did he ever need her approval or presence in matters, he must be getting something in return from my marriage.

Arriving in a big open space, that was extremely well decorated, Tria noticed two figures sitting down. She recognized her father from the memories, he was tall and muscular, he looked younger than his age. Then there was another man, dressed a gray robe with a gold belt around his waist.

"Tria, you have come", said her father, surprisingly smiling, "eunuch Zuang, this is my 2nd daughter, we can now finalize the wedding", not sparing Tria a second glance, he ordered her to sit on the side.

"Your daughter obeys", said Tria through gritted teeth, she was not happy, why was she called here if they were not going to include her in their talk; she might as well turn into a flower pot.