Chapter 6 — 30 Whips Change Retirement, I Take You and Leave Brilliantly

Giang Thuyen choked. More and more people gathered around watching. Some people began to talk in low voices—“This Tham Dong family is really powerful”, “The Ministry of Household Affairs can't just arbitrarily seal someone's house.” Giang Anh Nguyet stood behind her father, the smile on her face had disappeared. She glanced at Co Hanh who was kneeling on the ground—he still hadn't stood up, it wasn't that he didn't want to stand, but that he had been kneeling for four days, his knees no longer had the strength to stand up.

“Anh Nguyet, help my husband up.” Giang Thu Nhan said something to his daughter.

Giang Anh Nguyet stepped forward and pulled Co Hanh's arm.

“Husband, stand up.”

Co Hanh pushed her hand away.

“Don't touch me.”

Giang Anh Nguyet's face immediately turned pale. This scene caught everyone's eyes. Prince Tran Vien Marquis, kneeling in front of his ex-wife's house for four days, did not let his current wife touch him - such a scene, people here have never seen in their entire lives. Giang Thu Nhan's face became even more ugly. He waved his sleeve.

"Okay, Tham Thanh Hoa, I won't deal with you today. Just wait."

He turned and left. The officials and officials also withdrew one after another. Giang Anh Nguyet was left on the spot. She looked at her father's back, then looked at Co Hanh who was still kneeling on the ground. Finally look towards me.

“Tham Thanh Hoa, do you think you won?”

I leaned against the door frame.

"I didn't win. I just haven't lost yet."

She tightened her handkerchief, turned around and quickly chased after her father. The front door gradually became quiet. Only Co Hanh was left kneeling on the blue stone floor. Trieu An ran over to help him. I said: "Take him to the medical clinic in the city. If the knee wound is not treated, it will be ruined." Trieu An nodded repeatedly, and two guards lifted Co Hanh up. When Co Hanh was taken away, he turned his head to look at me. Lips moved slightly, not making a sound. But I understand. He said—sorry. Giang Thu Nhan went to stay in the best hotel in Lam An. That afternoon, he called the governor Lam An Ton Can to come and drink tea. This news was told to me by Luc Hanh Chu.

"Ton Can is the type of person who loves money and is afraid of trouble. Giang Thu Nhan uses silver to pound him down, he will definitely follow."

I sat in the study room looking through files.

"If it falls, it will fall. The Trifu cannot control me."

“But he can make things difficult for you—checking taxes, checking shops, checking the weaver's civil status, there are hundreds of ways that can prevent you from doing business.”

“So I need someone who is even bigger than the governor.”

Luc Hanh Chu raised his eyebrows.

“Your father.”

He laughed.

"It's okay if you say it directly. My father already knows about this. He said - please let the Tham Dong family just let go and do it, it's not yet the turn of a maid from the Ministry of Protection to turn things around in Jiangnan."

I nodded.

“Thank you, Governor Luc, on my behalf.”

"Thank you for what. He's been waiting for this opportunity for ten years."

Luc Hanh Chu left, Tham Khanh Son entered.

"Dong family, Co Hanh is at the hospital. Trieu An said his knee injury is not light, he needs to rest for at least half a month. He said the crown prince wants to ask you something."

“What?”

“He wants to stay in Lam An for a while longer.”

"What does it have to do with me? If he wants to stay, he can stay."

"He said he just needs to stand from afar and look at Y Nhi once a day. Don't come close, don't talk."

I was silent for a moment.

"Let him stand at the entrance of the alley and look. Don't let Y Nhi find out."

Tham Khanh Son ordered to leave. Thuy Van next to her whispered softly: "Dong master, your heart is too soft."

"It's not that I'm soft-hearted. I'm still his daughter after all. Something like blood, it can't be stopped."

“What about people?”

“What about me?”

“You towards him—”

"No more. Five years ago when I married him, the day Y Nhi was born is gone."

Thuy Van did not say anything more. The next day, trouble came again. Suddenly a news spread in the city - the weaving ward named after Tham Thanh Hoa was skimping on raw materials, using fake brocade flowers to replace good ones, deceiving customers. The news spread very quickly, in just one day it spread throughout Lam An city. Three traders are negotiating urgent cooperation to cancel the application. Two silk shops are cooperating and sent a letter, requesting to return the goods for re-checking.

“This is Giang Thu Nhan's trick.” Tham Khanh Son's face turned pale.

I flipped through the return forms.

"Don't panic. Tell all the merchants to come to the weaving shop to check the goods. Open the door wide, look at them at your leisure, look at them at your leisure. My Tham family's goods can withstand inspection."

That afternoon, I opened the entire large door of the weaving workshop, displaying more than a dozen brocade panels in the yard, anyone could come and see, touch, and take them apart for inspection. There were more than thirty people coming. Merchants, common people, and even petty officials sent by the government. After watching, an old silk merchant said one sentence—

"This type of brocade, I've been making silk for thirty years, this is the first time I've seen such good goods. Those who say they use less material are either blind or have a bad heart."