Chapter 10 — After being chased away by my husband, 18 years later, I took my poinsettia back and trampled on his entire palace.

Hac Xuyen still hasn't slept, sitting in the study room reading a book. Seeing us return, he immediately put down his book and walked over to pick us up. The word "father" sounded very natural. It was obvious that they had been secretly in contact with each other for the past few years. Some passages retain the original style of sentences from father, mother, and mother to match the intimacy.

“How does Tham Hoa Lang feel today?” Tieu Canh Hanh rarely showed a hint of smile and patted Hac Xuyen's shoulder.

“It's just thanks to the emperor's great-uncle's favor.” Hac Xuyen humbly bowed his head slightly.

"On the contrary, on the Dai Ly Tu side, have the other two opened their mouths yet?" His eyes turned cold.

I simply recount what happened in the prison. Hearing that Tham Ngung was killed to silence her, Hac Xuyen's eyebrows immediately furrowed.

“An Phu Sinh… acted quickly.”

Hac Xuyen walked to the sand table and picked up a small flag.

"If I guess correctly, the huge amount of money that year was in Jiangnan and never left the capital."

"Bui Van Chu works at the Ministry of Rites, and the Ministry of Rites is in charge of priesthood and ceremonies in the world. Twelve years ago, right on the occasion of the Queen Mother's sixty-fifth birthday, the Ministry of Rites built Van Tho Palace on a large scale."

Hac Xuyen placed a small flag on the royal palace position on the sand table.

"That relief money was most likely 'washed' and turned into incense money used to build Van Tho Palace."

“And the person in charge of supervising the construction that year…” Hac Xuyen paused for a moment.

Tieu Canh Hanh continued his words.

“The current ruler, Tran Quoc Cong — Co Truong Uyen.”

Co Truong Uyen. As soon as these three words appeared, the atmosphere in the study room immediately became extremely heavy. That is the level of the elders of the three dynasties, the power of the dynasties, even the Saints have to respect three parts. If it's really him... Suddenly, a sharp sound broke the silence of the night in the royal palace.

“Enemy practice!”

Outside the door came the angry roar of the royal palace guards. Immediately afterwards, countless arrows carrying fire medicine, like a shower of wind, madly shot straight into Hac Xuyen's study room. The study window exploded with a loud bang, shattering into pieces. Fire arrows, like dense rain, rushed into the room. Tieu Canh Hanh's reaction was extremely fast. With one kick, he kicked over the heavy wooden altar table, using his body to shield me and Hac Xuyen below.

“Pap! Puff! Puff!”

The arrow stabbed into the thick table surface, the arrow's tail lit up with small, crackling flames. Outside the royal palace, the sound of alarm gongs rang out. The bodyguards shouted loudly and drew their swords to fight.

“Stay here, don't move.” Tieu Canh Hanh put a short sword in my hand.

He jumped up, kicked the burning case with one kick, like a raging lion rushing straight out. Outside the door, lights and swords flashed. I tightened my grip on the short sword, pulling Hac Xuyen to a hidden corner behind the bookshelf.

“Are you afraid?” I look at him.

Hac Xuyen shook his head, his eyes cold and sharp.

“They are looking for a way to die.” he replied coldly.

Two assassins dressed in black jumped and rolled straight in through the study room door, which was soon broken. Before he could stand still, Tieu Canh Hanh's sword light arrived. Blood splashed. Two heads rolled around on the ground. The battle lasted less than an incense stick. All of Am Phu Sinh's assassins were injured destroy completely. Once captured alive, they immediately broke the poison bag hidden in their teeth and committed suicide. No one is still alive. I pulled Hac Xuyen out of the study room. In the yard, more than ten bodies dressed in black were lying around. The bodyguards are quickly cleaning up the battlefield. Tieu Canh Hanh sheathed his sword, his eyes sharp.

“Weapons are the form of soldiers.” He picked up a crossbow that had fallen from the ground, "Ordinary gangster assassins simply cannot have this."

Hac Xuyen sat down and looked at the shoe sole of a corpse. He used his fingernails to pry out some dark red soil.

"Father. This land has problems." Hac Xuyen lifted it up and smelled it, "it smells like sulfur."

Tieu Canh Hanh stepped forward and took a look.

“Red mine west of the city.” he frowned.

It is a mine that has been abandoned for many years. And the land deed of that mine was in the name of the royal governor, Tran Quoc Cong Co Truong Uyen. All the clues have been linked together. At this moment, a weak scream suddenly rang out from the back yard.

“Not good!” Tieu Canh Hanh's face changed, "back yard!"

That is where Ban Ha was detained. When we ran in, the courtyard wall was set on fire. Ban Ha's whole body was soaked in blood, lying in a pool of blood, his hands clasped tightly around the leg of a man in black. The assassin held a fire extinguisher in his hand and was preparing to explode the firebox hidden in the corner of the wall. If it explodes, more than half of the royal palace will be razed to the ground. The man in black swung his knife and slashed Ban Ha's back furiously. Ban Ha coughed out a large mouthful of blood, but his hands were still like iron pliers, life and death not letting go.