Chapter 6 — Chess Game In The Palace

【My beloved heroine is about to unleash her big move! She ordered someone to forge a blood letter saying the queen would torture her with personal punishment. After reading this, the Queen Mother was so angry that she was trembling. In the night, she called the Emperor to come and put pressure on the Empress Dowager! Although the male lead is a bit hesitant, his relationship with the queen is inherently not good, coupled with the pressure from the queen mother, he will definitely push the boat along! So refreshing, I finally slapped the woman's face!】 I read that line twice, then blew out the lamp and went to sleep. The next morning, I told Lien Khe to bring a list of palace staff on night duty at Lam Hoa Pavilion. Sure enough, last night a palace maid left the palace doing heavy work, saying she was "buying medicine for her master". She returned at three o'clock in the hour of the Tiger, without any medicine on her body. I ordered someone to arrest that palace maid. After a search, a blood letter was found hidden under the sole of the shoe. The blood letter was written on a silk scarf, in crooked handwriting, in three full lines: "The Queen beat my maid to death, took over my royal gifts, cut off my food, left me without enough clothes to cover my body, tormented day and night, wanting to put me to death. Luu Thanh Van cried blood, kowtowed and begged." I looked at the blood letter and burst out laughing. The writing on the blood book is modeled after my handwriting, but the force in the last comma of the word "leading to" is incorrect. My stroke will stop the pen before lifting it up, but this stroke retracts too quickly. Luu Thanh Van has been copying sutras for a year, perhaps feeling that he has learned ten parts of my writing. In the evening, Luu Thanh Van brought that blood letter to Tu Ninh palace. I told Lien Khe to follow from afar. Lien Khe returned and said that she knelt in front of the Queen Mother for half a moment. After reading the blood book, the queen mother's face turned pale and she immediately sent Phuc Loc to invite the emperor. When Trieu Hanh arrived at Tu Ninh palace, I was drinking tea with the queen mother. Luu Thanh Van knelt in the hall, tears wetting a large area of the front of his shirt. The Queen Mother slammed the blood letter on the table, causing the tea cup to bounce: "Emperor, look what good thing your queen has done! Killing the concubine's maid, seizing the royal treasure. Do you need a queen like that to help you manage the harem, or let her cause trouble for the harem?" Trieu Hanh picked up the blood letter, read a few lines, his eyebrows furrowed. After reading, he raised his head and looked at me: "What did you write?" "I can't write something like that." I put down the tea cup, took out another silk scarf from my sleeve, and spread it on the table. "This is my real handwriting. Your Majesty can compare." Trieu Hanh placed the two silk scarves side by side under the light. The last stroke on the word "leading to" of the blood book was withdrawn too quickly. And the commas in my letters stop firmly. The difference is clear. I took out the second item from my sleeve. That was the original silk scarf that Lien Khe searched on the palace maid doing heavy work. There was still no blood book written on it, only a few drafts. Next to the strokes of the pen, there is also a line of small letters captioned: "The left stroke is long, the right stroke is short, the queen's signature must be written narrowly." Trieu Hanh placed the three things next to each other and looked at them for a long time. He turned his head to look at Luu Thanh Van kneeling in the heavenly hall. Luu Thanh Van knelt there. Tears were still hanging on his face, but his whole body was stiff. She looked at the three things on the table, her lips began to tremble. Seemingly knowing that he had no way to deny, Luu Thanh Van began to shed tears again, wanting to use tears to win Trieu Hanh's mercy. "My concubine... I only hate her for robbing you." "I really love you so much..." Trieu Hanh shook his head: "No one robbed me. It was she who lit a fire in my heart, then pulled out all the wood herself." Luu Thanh Van watched him squat first.

face, suddenly reached out and grabbed his sleeve. Her knuckles were white, her nails almost stuck to the embroidered pattern on the sleeve. "Your Majesty, I was wrong. I really know I was wrong. Wherever you place me, please don't let me leave. I don't want to go..." Trieu Hanh lowered his head to look at that hand, one by one removing each of her fingers from the sleeve. "You have been wrong for a long time." He stood up, turned his back to her: "Since the first time you refused the favor reward, pretending to be sick to avoid favor, she was wrong." Trieu Hanh turned around and said to Phuc Loc: "According to the decree, Minister Luu Thanh Van forged a blood letter, harmed the middle palace, hid tribute, the crime is confirmed. Banished from the palace gate, never allowed to enter the capital." Luu Thanh Van threw himself on the ground, letting out a shrill cry. She crawled towards Trieu Hanh, but Trieu Hanh did not turn back. When the palace servants pulled her out, she kicked off her shoes and used her bare feet to trample two marks on the ground. Her hair was blown out, her face was red from crying. Her voice was hoarse, unable to say a complete sentence, only vague screams remained. When passing by me, she suddenly turned her head, her eyes widened as if about to burst: "Tan Chieu Nguyet! You just wait! You just wait!" Her words behind were silenced by the palace staff.