Chapter 7 — After being chased away by my husband, 18 years later, I took my poinsettia back and trampled on his entire palace.

“You are truly guilty of a crime worthy of ten thousand deaths.” Tieu Canh Hanh's voice was low, carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

“This king's woman, do you dare to call her an outcast?”

“This king's son, you dare to call me a wild animal?”

Each sentence was like a heavy hammer blow, fiercely hitting Bui Van Chu in the heart. The surrounding ministers did not dare to breathe loudly. Everyone knows Tran Bac Vuong's temper, once he angers him, even a god cannot save him. Tham Ngung was so scared that he urinated in his pants and fell limply on the ground, unable to even plead. Only now did she truly understand how terrifying an existence she had provoked. For the past eighteen years, the title "Minister's Lady" that she has always boasted about, in front of this man, is not worth a penny at all.

“Your Majesty.” Tieu Canh Hanh turned his head to look at the Saint, "If you cheat on the exam, according to the law, you must banish the nine clans. I beg you, Your Majesty, I will punish you severely and not forgive."

The Saint nodded, his eyes cold as ice.

"Dai Ly Tu Khanh, what are you still standing there for? Pull all these riotous bandits down for me! Strictly detained, waiting for the day to be dealt with!"

“Obey!”

The Imperial Army rushed forward like wolves and tigers. Bui Van Chu suddenly seemed to go crazy, struggling desperately. He glared at me, his eyes seemed to bulge out.

"Jiang Minh Nguyet! You are so cruel! You calculated everything long ago, right!"

“That hundred thousand taels of silver, that Truong Phong coin, all of it is a trap set by you!”

"You destroyed me! You destroyed the Bui family!"

His screams echoed in the empty main hall. I looked down at him from above, like I was looking at a pile of mud.

"It's because your mind is unjust and greedy." I coldly opened my mouth.

"Eighteen years ago you sowed the seeds, today is the time for you to reap the fruit."

The Imperial Army covered his mouth and roughly pulled the family of three out of the main hall. The heavy door slowly closed. In the main hall, dead silence was restored. The Saint looked at Hac Xuyen, his eyes filled with admiration and joy.

"It turned out to be the bloodline of Tran Bac Vuong. No wonder he has such temperament and talent."

The saint laughed loudly.

“Where are you, the edict!”

"The current faculty member is Giang Hac Xuyen, talented in literature and martial arts, worthy of being a national pillar. Especially commended as Tham Hoa Lang! Enter Han Lam Institute, hold the position of Tutor!"

All officials knelt down to accept the decree. Hac Xuyen took a step forward and leisurely knelt down.

“God, thank you for your grace.”

Tham Hoa Lang is thirteen years old. The first since the founding of the country by Great Wei. Tieu Canh Hanh walked up to me and naturally held my hand. His palm was large and warm, carrying a thin layer of callouses left by years of wielding a sword.

“The past few years have been difficult for her.” He leaned close to my ear and spoke in a low voice.

I shook my head slightly, a relieved smile appeared on the corner of my lips. All of these, are worth it. At that moment, from outside the main hall, Tham Ngung was being dragged away and suddenly let out a pitiful scream. The sound penetrated through the thick, heavy palace door.

"Jiang Minh Nguyet! Do you think you've won?"

“Why do you think I was able to easily conceive Bui Van's child that year? Chu!”

"Do you think that the girl named Ban Ha next to you is really clean?"

Her voice suddenly stopped, as if she had been knocked unconscious by the forbidden army. The smile on my face instantly froze. I turned my head to look at Ban Ha standing behind me. Ban Ha's face instantly turned extremely white. The purple prison of Dai Ly Tu is gloomy and damp, the air is filled with the smell of rot and the strong smell of blood. The fire from the torches swayed, casting shadows on the walls. Tieu Canh Hanh and I stood in front of a prison room ranked "Heaven". In prison, Bui Van Chu had messy hair and sat on a pile of dry straw. The once splendid Minister's uniform on his body was now torn to pieces, covered in blood and mud. Just overnight, he seemed to have aged twenty years. Hearing the sound of iron chains ringing at the prison door, he slowly raised his head. When he saw me, intense resentment immediately flared up in his eyes.

“What are you doing here? Come see my joke!” Bui Van Chu shouted hoarsely.

I signaled the prison guard to open the door, then walked in. Tieu Canh Hanh stood outside the door, like a war god guarding, no one dared to come close.

"I came to see if you are still as noble and noble as you were eighteen years ago."

I looked at him, my voice calm without a trace of emotion. Bui Van Chu laughed miserably, his laughter was deafening.

“Giang Minh Nguyet, you won. Not only did you cling to King Tran Bac, you also gave birth to a son, Tham Hoa Lang."

"I tried my best to climb to the position of Minister of Rites, but in the end I fell into a trap set by you!"