Chapter 11 — After being chased away by my husband, 18 years later, I took my poinsettia back and trampled on his entire palace.

Tieu Canh Hanh raised his hand and a flying knife shot out, directly piercing the assassin's throat. He fell down. I rushed forward and hugged Ban Ha. Her back was torn, exposing all her bones, and her breath was as fragile as a thread of silk.

“Madam…” Ban Ha opened her eyes and saw me, tears flowing continuously.

“Useless slave… unable to protect young master… that year… today…”

She coughed violently, blood staining my shirt red.

“Stop talking.” I pressed her wound tightly and loudly shouted at the bodyguard, "Call the doctor! Get the best medicine!"

Ban Ha used the last of his strength to hold my sleeve tightly.

“Madam… when the assassin entered… she dropped an object… the servant hid in her sleeve…”

I put my hand inside her sleeve. A token, neither gold nor jade. On it was engraved the word "Co" in the style of a seal. Try. Tran Quoc Cong. Ban Ha's head collapsed helplessly.

"Save her life. We must save her life!" I gritted my teeth, my eyes filled with murderous intent.

Tieu Canh Hanh looked at the order card and laughed coldly.

“Co Truong Uyen, it seems I have no patience anymore.”

The night wind blew strongly, making the fire in the yard crackle.

"Tomorrow at court, I will let him know what the price must be paid." Tieu Canh Hanh clenched his fist.

This chess game was completely out of control and turned into a real battle of life and death. It was just dawn. Tieu Canh Hanh changed into the prince's court uniform. The black and yellow python-patterned long robe, in the early morning light, exuded a cold, chilling murderous aura. He took the order card engraved with the word "Co", along with several crossbows made for soldiers, and put them all in a wooden box.

"I'm entering the court. You stay in the palace, absolutely not allowed to go out." Tieu Canh Hanh bent down and gently kissed my forehead.

"Don't worry, just leave the royal palace's back room to me." I adjusted his collar.

The big gate opened, and the throne of Tran Bac Vuong slowly rolled towards the royal palace. I am also not idle. I returned to the main street, immediately sent my bodyguards to spread throughout the capital, and secretly summoned all twelve chief clerks of the Jiangnan Chamber of Commerce who were hiding here. I want to root out Co Truong Uyen. Raising private soldiers, hiring assassins, and even large-scale construction in the Tay Giao region - these absolutely cannot be based on just a small amount of money. Behind Co Truong Uyen, there is definitely a huge underground financial chain.

“Tra!” I threw the list down on the table.

"All the rice shops, money shops, and salt licenses in the capital, as long as they have even the slightest connection with the Co family, within three days, we must understand their entire cash flow!"

The shopkeepers were ordered to leave. My hands clenched on the table, my knuckles turned white. At the same time, in Kim Loan Palace. The atmosphere at the court was cold to the extreme. Tieu Canh Hanh directly threw the wooden box onto the metal floor. Crossbows and command cards flew out in all directions.

"Your Majesty. Last night, Tran Bac Vuong Palace was attacked by a large group of assassins." His voice echoed loudly, shaking the entire hall.

"The assassin used a crossbow that was forbidden in the military, and carried on him the order of Tran Quoc Cong's palace."

He turned around, his eyes as sharp as knives, shooting straight at Co Truong Uyen - who was at the head of the line of civil servants. (“National Duke” is a title nobility, not administrative or military positions)

“Your Majesty, can you give me an explanation?”

The entire officialdom was in an uproar. No one expected that as soon as Tran Bac Vuong returned to the capital, he would directly confront Tran Quoc's power over the tide. Co Truong Uyen was over sixty years old, with white hair and white beard. His hands were hidden in his sleeves, his eyelids not even bothering to lift.

"The king met the assassin, the old man was extremely surprised." His voice was slow, carrying the bass that had accumulated over the years.

"But with this token, it's clear that someone intentionally slandered and framed him. The old man has been innocent all his life. There aren't even many people in the palace, and there aren't even many people in the palace. Where did the assassins and crossbows come from?"

He slowly turned around and bowed towards the Saint.

"On the contrary, the Vuong family, yesterday as soon as he returned to the capital, immediately sent the Minister of Rites to death in the main hall. Today he took some scrap iron to slander the old minister. Is it possible that the Vuong family, relying on the military power in his hands, wants to purge the court of strange people?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, it was a fatal accusation. Turning white into black, turning the assassination into an act of purging Tieu Canh Hanh's opponents. "It's true that the older the ginger, the spicier it gets... banh.my.ot is not as good" The Saint sat on the long chair, his face changing unpredictably.

"Tran Quoc Cong is a veteran of three dynasties, so naturally he cannot do such a vile thing. Canh Hanh, I'm afraid there is another hidden meaning behind this matter." The Saint spoke slowly.

The Emperor is trying to negotiate. Because Co Truong Uyen's disciples are spread all over the world, if there is no absolutely accurate evidence, even the Saint would not dare to touch him arbitrarily.