Chapter 8 — Bowl of Noodles Save the Lungs

The hairs all over my body stood up, I was about to risk my life to struggle, but I saw the person's face clearly. It's Tham Le. He was dressed in plain clothes, wind and tired, and there was still a wound on his face from the knife that had not yet healed, but his eyes were surprisingly bright. "Young general Shen?" Tham Le pulled me behind him, pulled out the long knife from his waist, and one knife toppled over the guard who had just come after him. "This general is here to assist you, Bui Vien is waiting outside, go!" He pulled my hand and rushed out the side door, outside there was a carriage waiting. Bui Vien was sitting in the car. When he saw us leaving, he immediately reached out and pulled me into the car. The horse-drawn carriage sped away in a cloud of dust, behind the constant screaming and fighting sounds from the Dieu palace, but they could no longer keep up. I sat limply in the car, my whole body seemed to be drained of strength, breathing hard, the stack of letters in my chest was soaked with hot sweat. Tham Le sat opposite me, wiped off the blood on the long knife, looked at me, and suddenly smiled. "To Duong, you did very well, courageous enough." "My sister really did not look at the wrong person." The stream of comments was boiling: [Tham Le is back, ah ah ah!] [The drama of brother and sister joining together for revenge is about to take place!] [Dieu family, your end is here!]10Can Thanh Cung and Trieu Canh sat on the dragon chair, their faces pale. On the left stood Dieu Sung, his face pale white, beads of sweat pouring down his forehead. On the right stood Tham Le, his armor not yet removed, the sword at his waist also not removed, from top to bottom emitted a bloody murderous aura brought back from the battlefield. Bui Vien stood in the middle of the main hall, reading aloud Dieu Sung's crime of treason. Every letter is read clearly, every transaction is extremely transparent. Dieu Sung's knees became more and more weak, and finally he fell to the ground with a "thud" sound, his whole body trembling. "Your majesty, your majesty, the old minister is unjust, the old minister is so unjust!" "Wrongly?" Bui Vien finished reading a letter, coldly said, "This letter was written by Lord Dieu himself, and there is also Lord Dieu's private seal on it, would you like to invite Your Majesty's seal judge to come and check it?" a little?” Dieu Sung's face was as gray as ashes and he collapsed to the floor. Trieu Canh's long armrest was tightly held with blue veins. He indeed had reservations about the Tham family, and indeed wanted to suppress Tham Van Am, but he never thought about selling his country. He is the Emperor, this country is his. Dieu Sung colluded with foreign enemies, wanting to dig up his roots. "Where are you?" Trieu Canh's voice came from between his teeth, "Bring Dieu Sung into the heavenly prison, the third jury, the whole family..." He paused, the word "beheading" had not yet been uttered, Tham Le took a step forward, kneeling on one knee on the floor. "Your Majesty, I have a request." Trieu Canh looked at the young general who had just crawled back from the pile of people. In this case, I did not dare to disapprove: "Say it." "Dieu Sung colluded with the enemy country to commit treason, a crime worthy of extermination to the nine clans. But in the Dieu family's harem, there is still one person. Concubine Dieu Thi, five times seven times plotted to harm the empress, forced her to kill the palace maid Thu Hoa, ordered the eunuch Chu Duc Hai to set fire to do evil." "I request Your Majesty, hand over Dieu Quy to the third party to determine the crime." Trieu Canh's face changed. Concubine Dieu Quy is the woman he has loved for so many years, but after all, he still feels a bit reluctant. Right at this moment, a cold female voice suddenly came from outside the palace door. "Your Majesty, if you can't bear it, I can share your worries with Your Majesty." Everyone turned their heads to look, Tham Van Am, wearing a white outfit, slowly walked towards the sky. She was skinny, her criminal uniform still had dried blood stains on it, but she walked very steadily, her back straight. Behind her, there is me

follow. The stream of comments was rolling like crazy: [Your highness is out of prison!] [Impressive aura, this is the style of the royal lady!] [Emperor Dog, open your eyes wide, this is the woman you can't reach!] Tham Van Am entered the main hall, not kneeling, just looking straight at Trieu Canh on the long recliner. "Does your majesty know, while Dieu Thi was whispering in your ear, her father was bringing her food and grass." Front-line soldiers to give to Nhu Nhien people? Trieu Canh's face was pale and pale, his lips trembled for half a day, before finally forcing out a sentence through his teeth. "Command, abolish Dieu Thi's position as Noble Concubine, banish her to the cold palace, wait with Dieu Sung for trial." After a moment of hesitation, he added another sentence: "Restore Tham Thi's position as Queen, choose a day to hold a grand restoration ceremony." Tham Van Am nodded slightly, her expression pale, neither grateful nor excited. It seemed that all of this was just the justice she deserved. 11 At Duc Tu Palace, Concubine Dieu Quy knelt on the ground, disheveled and shapeless.