Chapter 8 — After three years of pretending to be mute and deaf to save my life, I married the talkative Crown Prince

It's all what we recorded.

"If you have three thousand soldiers and horses, the first thing is to level Tu Kinh Chi's palace."

"If you don't replace the Northern Camp Commander, then tell him to go away."

"Your father is old and should have abdicated and rested soon."

Every sentence... is verbatim what the Crown Prince once said. The Crown Prince stood on the steps, the corners of his lips tight. Tu Kinh Chi smiled coldly.

"Princess, you are deaf and mute, you don't know how to lie."

"Just nod or shake your head."

"Are these words... said by the Crown Prince himself?"

All eyes... simultaneously focused on him. I looked at the Crown Prince. He did not speak. Nor does it force us to deny it. He just stood there, quietly waiting for my answer. I walked down the steps, bent down and picked up a piece of paper.

"This sentence... is indeed what His Highness once said."

All around immediately there was a commotion. Tu Kinh Chi's eyes flashed with crazy joy. Even the Crown Prince's face turned slightly white. We continue:

"But Lord Tu... why don't you read the second half of the sentence?"

We turn the paper over.

"If you had three thousand soldiers and horses, the first thing would be to level Tu Kinh Chi palace, dig up all the relief money he embezzled, and return it to the people of Ha Dong."

Tu Kinh Chi's face immediately stiffened. I picked up the second piece of paper again.

"If you don't replace the Commander of the Northern Camp, then tell him to go away. Does he tolerate his subordinates taking advantage of military provisions and keep them to offer their heads to the enemy on the border?"

Then comes the third sheet.

"Your father is old, he should have abdicated early and recuperated. If you were emperor, the first thing would be to abolish the daily early court, change it to every three days... otherwise you wouldn't be able to get up."

All over the yard... It was dead silent. The Crown Prince coughed softly.

"The last sentence... may not need to be read."

I don't pay attention to him. Tu Kinh Chi pointed straight at me, his voice shrill with fear.

"You... can talk!"

"You are not a deaf-mute at all!"

"That's right."

Everyone in the yard turned to look at me. That moment... The expressions on each face were unique. Some people gasped. Some people rolled their eyes. Another eunuch was so frightened that he dropped the sword in his hand, and the blade landed right on his foot. A pitiful cry tore through the quiet atmosphere. Tu Kinh Chi took a step back.

"You... deceived everyone..."

I calmly looked at him.

"Lord Tu... hasn't he also deceived the world?"

My eyes locked on his face and I slowly spoke.

"He Dong's silver aid... still has a deficit of three hundred thousand taels that hasn't been made up yet."

My voice suddenly changed. It is Tu Kinh Chi's voice. The blood on his face immediately drained away. I changed to another voice.

"The master is dead, and the books have been burned. Who else can investigate?"

That was the voice of the person who secretly discussed with Tu Kinh Chi in the back hall of Tang Thu Cac three years ago. Mayor of the Ministry of Rites Trieu Vanh. Trieu Vanh was standing behind the private soldiers. As soon as he heard this, he turned and ran away. The army immediately rushed forward and knocked him to the ground. I continue to recount the secret conversation at Ha Hoa Trang. Nine people. Nine different voices. Not a single word wrong.

"Thuy Vuong has obtained the Northern Camp's troop mobilization order."

"Three days later, there will be a great ceremony to pay homage to the ancestors. In the capital, preparations will be made empty."

"As long as the Eastern Palace and the Imperial City burn at the same time, it will force His Majesty to abdicate."

Every word I say... Tu Kinh Chi's face turns a little paler. In the end... His knees suddenly went weak. The whole person collapsed to the ground.

"Slander!"

"It's all her fabrication!"

He screamed at the Commander of the Forbidden Army:

"What are you still standing there for?"

"Your Majesty left a blood note here! Quickly kill the Crown Prince!"

However... the Commander of the Forbidden Army still stood still, not moving at all. The Crown Prince slowly walked down the steps and picked up the blood wind book.

"Your father has never used cinnabar to write secret decrees."

"Because... people are allergic to cinnabar."

Tu Kinh Chi suddenly raised his head. The Crown Prince smiled.

"Your master and your father have been brothers for more than forty years..."

"You still don't know about this?"

Tu Kinh Chi was completely limp, sitting on the ground. At that moment... Outside the palace gate, a powerful voice suddenly rang out.

"Who said I'm allergic to cinnabar?"

The Emperor, dressed in civilian clothes, strode in. The Queen and Thuy Vuong followed closely behind. Thuy Vuong's hands were tied tightly, his face was as gray as ashes. The smile on the Crown Prince's lips immediately stiffened.