Chapter 3 — Eighteen Years of Searching for the Princess

Wanting me to adopt someone else's child is absolutely impossible! My voice is not high, but each word resonates strongly. "I dare to guarantee my life, this person absolutely cannot be your Majesty's royal child." "Because in the past, the person I was born was a princess." The whole hall seemed to freeze. Everyone, including the Emperor, were stunned. "You... what did you say?" The Emperor widened his eyes and his lips trembled. "You said... a princess?" "Yes." I stood up straight and slowly said each word: "In the past, the person who was born to me was a daughter, not a prince." The palace immediately exploded. "Princess?!" "This... how is this possible?" "What the Queen said is true. fake?” The man's face was pale, his body staggered, almost unable to stand. Mother Van was also stunned, but quickly reacted, kneeling down on the ground. "Your Majesty, please consider clearly!" "After giving birth, your majesty's body was weak, her mind was foggy, I'm afraid I remembered wrongly!" "The old slave was the mother who delivered the baby, personally carrying the child out of the delivery room. The old slave remembers clearly, it was a male brother!" "It's a Prince!" The Emperor looked at me, then looked at Mother Van. The expression on her face changed from surprise to confusion. "The Queen..." He opened his mouth with difficulty: "Could it be possible... could she really remember wrong?" "At that time, she had postpartum hemorrhage and was in a coma for so long, perhaps..." Ha! Until now, you still want to accept that child! "Your Majesty!" I interrupted him. "This concubine is indeed weak after giving birth, but not confused to the point of not being able to distinguish whether she was born a boy or a girl!" Ma Ma repeatedly bowed her head. "Your Majesty, this old slave has been serving the lady for many years, absolutely not telling a single lie!" "At that time, the lady really only looked at the child once and then fell into a coma. Everything was handled by the old slave himself. "That child is definitely a man!" The more she spoke, the more tears flowed down. "If this old slave has even half a lie, I hope to be struck by lightning, and my death will not be kind!" The man also knelt down at the same time, his voice was hoarse. "Your father... I do not resent my mother." "For many years, my mother fell ill due to longing for her, perhaps... perhaps she really remembered me wrongly." "But I am my biological mother." Yours, father!” He raised his head, his face full of tears, looking like an abandoned young animal. The hearts of all the civil and military officials in the palace seemed to be squeezed tightly. Someone said in a low voice: "Mother Van is the mother who delivered the baby, is her word more trustworthy than the Queen's words?" "Anyway, at that time the princess was indeed in a coma..." "This child is so pitiful, even the mother did not recognize it..." Looking at the scene before me, I suddenly couldn't help but tilt my head up and laugh out loud. I walked step by step in front of Mother Van. "Mother Van." My voice was very light. "How many years have you served this palace?" Mother Van bowed her head. "My Lady, twenty-three years." "Twenty-three years." I nodded. "Then you must know, before marrying His Majesty, what kind of person this palace was." Mother Van's body shook strongly. I stood up straight and turned to look at the civil and military mandarins. The voice was not loud, but it carried a cold flow that seeped from the very marrow of the bones. "Perhaps all of you have forgotten." "Before marrying your Majesty, this palace was the eldest daughter of the Tran Quoc duchy, a female general who followed the First Emperor to battle on the battlefield." There was silence in the palace. "This palace was sixteen years old leading soldiers, seventeen years old slashed enemy generals before battle, eighteen years old used three thousand soldiers and horses to defeat twenty thousand enemies." I said word by word: "The sword of This palace has killed more people than the amount of blood that the gentlemen present here have ever seen." I turned to the guard and held out my hand. "Sword." The guard was stunned and looked towards the Emperor. The Emperor was silent for a moment

then nodded slightly. The guard took off his sword and raised both hands. I grabbed the hilt of the sword, with a "swoosh" sound, and pulled out the long sword. Sword light as white as snow. I put my sword on Van's neck. The blade pressed against the old skin, cold to the bone. "Van ma ma." I leaned over, looking straight into her eyes. "This palace has not been to the battlefield for many years, have you forgotten that this palace is someone who kills people without blinking an eye?" Van ma ma's lips trembled violently, her pupils constricted. "This palace asks you one last time. "My sword blade used a little force, a red line of blood flowed down her neck. "The child of that year. Are you male or female?" Tears mixed with the blood on Van's face. Finally, she completely collapsed. She fell limply to the ground, her voice seemed to be forced from her throat. "Old slave... old slave also doesn't remember clearly..." The palace immediately became noisy. The Emperor's face turned pale. That man still refused to give up, hastily said: "Please calm down, mother!" "Mother Van is old, it is normal to not remember clearly." "But my memories and understanding for my mother are all real, every word and every word comes from the palace!" I slowly took away the sword, turned to look at him, a cold smile curled up at the corner of my lips. "Coming from the palace?" I walked towards him step by step.