Chapter 18 — He Gave The Wrong Concubine, I Received The Correct Queen's Throne

Lady Lam's face instantly turned as gray as ashes. Everyone in the main hall simultaneously looked towards her. I also looked at her. She not only asked Bac Man to escort Lam Ngoc Dao back to the capital. But I have long known who the child's biological father is. As soon as Lam Ngoc Dao's words ended. The bottom floor of the mahogany box opened another secret compartment. Inside lies a bloody letter. Right above the seal of the blood letter. Write the name of my biological mother. Everyone stared at that secret letter, even their breathing unconsciously lightened. I stood in front of the purple wooden box, suddenly not daring to raise my hand. I've been waiting for three years. Waiting for a truth. But when the true truth appears before our eyes. Again like a cold blade. Close to the bone and then penetrate deeper little by little. I suddenly thought. If the biological mother still carries resentment. Does she resent me for coming too late? Lady Lam suddenly screamed and rushed forward.

"Do not touch!"

The guards immediately held her tight. Her hair was loose and her eyes were full of madness.

"That's my stuff!"

The Queen Mother looked at her coldly.

"The will she left for her daughter."

"Since when did I become your thing?"

Mrs. Lam raised her head to look at me, tears immediately rolled down.

"Don't read."

"They are all the words of the dead."

"The dead are best at harming the living."

I looked at her, the remaining pain in my heart was crushed little by little.

"Are you afraid the dead will speak?"

"Or are you afraid that the living will hear?"

Her lips trembled. But I couldn't utter another word. Yen Hanh walked up to me and asked softly.

"Do you need me to help you open it?"

I shook my head.

"Let the goddess do it herself."

We remove the oil paper layer. The paper inside has turned yellow, the edge of the paper was once soaked in blood, now it has dried to a dark brown color. First sentence only. Made my eyes dark.

"If my daughter can read this letter, then there is no turning back for me."

My fingertips trembled slightly. But keep reading down. She wrote that her maternal grandmother in Bien Bac was cut off from military provisions, and urgent letters for help were sent to the capital three times. They were all stopped by Prime Minister Lam. She wrote that the troops borrowed the Lam family's mansion for transportation. But more than half has flowed into the black market. The rest was brought to Bien Bac. She wrote that when she was sick, she asked for an audience with the Queen Mother. But Lady Lam sent someone to block her outside the palace gate, saying that the Queen Mother's old illness had relapsed and it was inconvenient to receive guests. Listen here. The Queen Mother's face immediately turned cold.

"That year, no one in the family had any old illnesses."

Mrs. Lam sat down on the ground, her teeth chattering. The paper in my hand shook slightly. We continue reading. My biological mother... Wasn't sick and died in the hospital. In the letter she wrote: Prime Minister Lam gave her a bowl of sedative soup to drink. Until you wake up. She lived in a private house outside the city. Next to him was only a mute old woman. A light is about to go out. And half a box of evidence has not yet been brought to the palace. She struggled with her last breath. Hide the secret letter in the secret compartment at the bottom of the box. She hopes that when I grow up I will be able to open it. I also hope... I will never have to use it in my whole life. Before my eyes it seemed like a mist of blood was covered. How many years have passed? I still think I'm just a child abandoned by people with bias. Who would have thought that right away head. I grew up on a grave. In that tomb. Bury my biological mother. Also buried the injustice of the entire maternal family. The last page has only three sentences.

"If my daughter reads this letter."

"Don't expect the Lam family to turn around."

"The person who betrays you is no longer family."

"If the blade has been sharpened."

"Let's cut the one who hides the knife behind the smile first."

I folded the letter. In my throat, there was only the fishy taste of rusty iron. Prime Minister Lam prostrated himself on the ground, his forehead bruised to the point of bleeding. Mrs. Lam cried and crawled forward.

"I didn't mean to hurt her."

"I just want to give Ngoc Dao a good path."

"She takes the title of eldest daughter."

"Occupying the dowry."

"Occupying the status that the Tham family values."

"If we don't fight."

"My daughter will be oppressed by it all her life."

I look at her.

"That's why you sent my biological mother to death?"

She frantically shook her head.

"Not me."

"I didn't kill her."

"When she was taken to the detachment, she was still alive."

The Queen Mother's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Who took her away?"