Chapter 9 — After the divorce, I was awarded the title of King

Little by little she is learning how to change, truly learning how to love someone. The carriage left the temple and quickly arrived at the city gate. I was a little tired, leaning against the wall of the car, drowsy, but suddenly a jolt woke me up. The noise from outside filtered in. “I'm an immigrant.” "I heard that the Yellow River broke its dike, the flood caused people to lose their homes, and many people became refugees and fled to the capital." “Don't hurt people.” The conversation between Tu Thanh Hoan and the guards outside was transmitted. I couldn't help but open the car window curtains. Many exiles in ragged clothes surrounded the city gate, asking for alms from the common people in the city. Most of them are old and weak, they are not allowed to enter the city, they can only beg. Looking at their pleading eyes, my heart moved. When the last carriage entered the city and I returned home, I called Tu Thanh Hoan who was about to leave. "There are a few water management books at my place that my parents left behind in the past. My father used to be a Water Management Officer of the Ministry of Public Works, and used to treat disasters in the Yellow River. These books are very precious. I hope you will pass them on to the Queen Mother and spread them to the court." My father used to be a water administrator. He and his mother loved the people like their own children, and died on the way to control water. When I came to the funeral, I collected all the water treatment books my father left behind. Tu Thanh Hoan saw a servant carrying out a book chest, froze, then respectfully ordered someone to receive it. Her eyes looked at me even more gently. “Thank you so much.” I shook my head, feeling nothing. “If my parents were still alive, perhaps they would also immediately request to go treat the water.” Compared to that, I only donated a few books, which didn't help too much. Sending Tu Thanh Hoan away, I closed the door and inventoried the assets in hand. Plan to set up tents to distribute porridge to displaced people. It's both to help those poor people and to bring blessings to our unborn child. A few days later, the porridge tent was set up, the migrants' faces were filled with gratitude, continuously saying thanks to me. I have no intention of praising, nor even the title. But unexpectedly, after only half of the porridge was distributed, Giang So Uyen arrived. She was wearing an official uniform and seemed to be out on official business. When she saw me, her eyes were a bit complicated. "Tac Du, you personally came to distribute porridge. It's so hard." It was as if she recognized me again, and in her eyes, in addition to surprise, there was also unspeakable admiration. My eyes were calm: "Just doing my best." If we have seen the miserable scene of exile, of course we have to take care of it. When my parents were still alive, they taught me that. Giang So Uyen seemed extremely surprised and praised my actions, shaking his head and saying: "You are kind to people, doing better than most people in the capital." She paused for a moment, a clear regret appeared in her eyes: "I'm sorry, you're so good, I didn't know how to appreciate you before." I did not answer. I've heard Giang So Uyen's words of regret a lot, to the point of being very tasteless. Refusing her to look after her, I scooped up a bowl of porridge, walked out of the porridge tent, and took it to the refugee camp. The mother and daughter who usually came to receive porridge a few days ago were not present. I was a little worried and walked a little faster. Unexpectedly, as soon as I reached the turning point, the back of my neck suddenly felt a sharp pain. Before my eyes went dark, before I fainted, I vaguely heard a malicious voice. "It's him, right? I heard that the Queen Mother trusts him very much." "Arrest him, then use some punishment to make him obedient and help us kill the Queen Mother." When we wake up, the first thing we do is check our body. The clothes were still intact, there were no traces, the bandits who captured me probably hadn't had time to harm me yet. I breathed a sigh of relief, only now did I have the mindset to observe where I was. An old, dilapidated firewood house, the room is leaky, the cold wind blowing makes people shiver. Outside the door someone was talking, his voice was loud and arrogant. "I have my eyes on this man. I will make him obedient and obedient. You all go out first." I should have been afraid, but I was stunned. This voice resembles Tu Thanh Hoan. Before I could think carefully, the door was pushed open and a figure entered the room. I looked over, facing one

unfamiliar face. The opponent took a few steps closer. My heart panicked, just as I was about to shout at her in a serious voice, my mouth was covered by a hand. I struggled desperately, but a familiar voice rang in my ears. “Tac Du, don't be afraid, it's me.” The voice of the person coming is deliberately kept low, ensuring that the outside world cannot hear it and does not intend to harm us. I suppressed the panic in my heart, carefully looked at the person coming, and saw a few familiar eyes and eyebrows. I hesitated and said: "Is it General Tu?" Tu Thanh Hoan nodded and let go of the hand covering my mouth. "I searched for the assassins like the Queen Mother and discovered this base. Inside were all refugees, the organization was strictly confidential, and for a moment I couldn't find any clues." "So I changed my appearance and sneaked in, wanting to find the master behind them." She said, unable to help but frown: "Luckily I snuck in, otherwise if you were caught here, I don't know what would happen."