Chapter 12 — He Gave The Wrong Concubine, I Received The Correct Queen's Throne

Just hold me in your arms and say, important things cannot rely only on locks, but must rely on memory. She told me to look at the wood grain. Touch the four copper-covered corners. Remember the three fake locks. We didn't understand then. I understand now. We press down on the right copper corner, then push the latch underground at the bottom of the box. Inside the box, there was a very soft "click" sound. Lam Ngoc Dao immediately shrank and hid behind Tham Le. Tham Le's hand was also placed on her side. The guard immediately pulled out his knife half an inch. Yen Hanh's voice was cold. Tham Le's body stiffened and she slowly lowered her hand. We open the lid of the box. The smell of blood mixed with the smell of moldy old paper immediately came out. Inside was half a military book. Along with a few envelopes wrapped in oiled paper. There was also a broken brooch on top. That brooch is not mine. But it's the style my mother used to wear when she was young. I raised my hand to hold it. At the end of the brooch is engraved a very small word "Lam". Father stood in the row of officials, his face immediately turned gray. Three years ago, to avoid suspicion, he proactively asked for closure and self-criticism. After that, the Queen Mother did not touch him. Just let him continue in the court as a powerless corpse. He was always waiting for Tham Le to return to the capital. He thought that he only needed Tham Le to bring back the military books. Is it possible to pull the Lam family out of the mud. But he didn't expect... In this box there was also that broken brooch. The Queen Mother also saw it. His eyes turned cold.

"Prime Minister Lam."

Father immediately knelt down.

"I don't know."

The Queen Mother asked:

"Who hasn't asked yet?"

"You said you don't know?"

Father bowed his head to the ground.

"God is afraid."

I placed the broken brooch on the judgment table. Then open the first envelope wrapped in oil paper. The writing on the paper has turned yellow. However, my grandmother's pen strokes were still as sharp as a blade. I just took one look. Breathing has slowed slightly. It was written on it that the military food transport route in Bien Bac was revealed, the insider was not in the army, but in the capital. The end of the letter has not yet been written. The last stroke of the pen was smeared with blood. I gave the letter to Yen Hanh. After reading, his eyes became even more silent. In the second envelope was an old notebook. The book clearly states the destination of several batches of military provisions. There is a place. It is a special site named after the Lam family. In the main hall, someone inhaled a cold breath. Father kept bowing his head.

"Your Majesty, this is fake!"

"I have never seen this notebook before!"

Lam Ngoc Dao suddenly cried.

"Father!"

"Quickly say something!"

That call just rang out. Everyone in the main hall simultaneously looked towards her. His father's face became even more unsightly. Lam Ngoc Dao also immediately realized that he had said something wrong and quickly covered his mouth with his hand. I slowly looked towards her.

"Didn't you just say that this box was taken back from the enemy camp?"

"So how do you know there's something in there that makes father speak up?"

Lam Ngoc Dao's eyes immediately became confused.

"I... I'm just afraid that you'll drag the whole Lam family in."

I walked towards her. She hugged her stomach and stepped back.

"Sister, don't come here."

I stop walking.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Or afraid of this box?"

Tham Le stood in front of her.

"She's about to go into labor and can't stand the questioning."

Yen Hanh calmly spoke up.

"Traditional physician."

Outside the palace, there was already a royal doctor waiting. The doctor came in to check his pulse. Lam Ngoc Dao desperately withdrew her hand. Tham Le did not immediately protect her. He lowered his head to look at her belly. Those eyes... So cold and scary. The fake pregnancy story three years ago. Still like a thorn stuck in his heart. The doctor checked his pulse for a long time. The whole main hall was terrifyingly quiet. Finally, the physician knelt down and said:

"Informing Your Majesty, Third Miss Lam is indeed pregnant, and her due date is very close."

Lam Ngoc Dao immediately burst into tears.

"General, did you hear that?"

"This time I won't lie to you."

Tham Le's face softened a bit. But the doctor said:

"It's just that the pregnancy is not right. It seems that strong medicine was used to induce labor on the way."

Lam Ngoc Dao's cries immediately choked up. Yen Hanh's eyes darkened.

"Uncle?"

The physician replied:

"That's right."

"If using that medicine is too heavy."

"Both mother and child are dangerous."

I looked towards Lam Ngoc Dao. A look of panic finally appeared on her face. Not pretending. But really scared. Right at that moment. The bottom floor of the purple wooden box suddenly made a very soft sound. Like something slipped out of a secret compartment.