Chapter 19 — He Gave The Wrong Concubine, I Received The Correct Queen's Throne

Mrs. Lam pursed her lips tightly, her whole body trembling to the point of almost being unable to kneel. The Queen Mother advised her inner concubine.

"Bring the old servant from the mansion that year up here."

My heart suddenly jumped. It turned out that the Queen Mother had already prepared it. Outside the palace, there was the sound of iron chains dragging on the ground. Two guards escorted an old woman with gray hair. Her legs curled up, her back bent very low. As soon as she saw Mrs. Lam, she immediately trembled like a sieve. When he saw me, his cloudy eyes immediately burst into tears. She opened her dry, cracked lips and called out.

"Big lady."

My whole body was cold. This voice... In my dreams, I've heard it before. She is the nanny who suddenly disappeared when I was a child. The nanny was helped to the front of the temple, her knees were barely stable. She looked at me, tears flowing down the deep wrinkles on her face.

"The eldest lady has grown up."

"Very like a lady."

As soon as that sentence ended, my hand holding the letter had almost no strength left. Since I was three years old, no one has said that I look like my biological mother anymore. Lady Lam always said my personality was stubborn and not lovable. Prime Minister Lam always said that I was not as gentle and obedient as Lam Ngoc Dao. It turns out they didn't see it. It's just refusing to admit that people still have the debt they owe. The Queen Mother asked her nurse in a low voice.

"Tell me everything you know."

The nurse prostrated and bowed her head.

"That year, the old slave served the lady in the mansion."

"When the lady was forced to take medicine and brought there, she was barely alive."

"But you're not dead yet."

"He held out for seven days."

"On the night of the eighth day, Prime Minister Lam personally came to the mansion."

I looked towards Prime Minister Lam. His face was as gray as ashes, his lips trembled, but he did not dare to interrupt. The nanny cried as she continued.

"Prime Minister Lam ordered someone to carry his wife to the carriage."

"The old slave rushed to stop him, but his family broke one of his legs and threw him into the firewood room."

"The old slave only heard Lady Lam talking to a man in the yard."

The Queen Mother asked.

"What kind of man is he?"

The nanny shook her head.

"Not a Northern Man."

"His voice always carries a smile, like a nobleman in the capital."

"On his hand he wore a ring engraved with a six-petal lotus pattern."

Several old gods in the palace changed their faces simultaneously. Yen Hanh's eyes also darkened. The Queen Mother's fingers placed on the armrest of the chair, slowly squeezing. I asked softly.

"Whose is the ring engraved with the six lotus petal pattern?"

Yen Hanh looked at the blood letter, his voice very soft.

"Ninh Vuong's old treasure."

I've heard that title before. The Emperor's younger brother, in the past, his treason was revealed and was sentenced to death right in the royal palace. At that time, I was not yet born, but in the scriptures, many people still mentioned the great chaos of that year. But... A person who should have died a long time ago. How could it appear in a special place? Lady Lam suddenly laughed shrilly.

"He's not dead."

"You were all fooled by him."

All the courtiers in the palace immediately stirred, but were soon suppressed by the sound of the guards' swords. The Queen Mother looked at Lady Lam.

"You knew all along?"

Mrs. Lam raised her head, her face was full of tears, but in her eyes there was a hatred that seemed to defy everything.

"What if you know?"

"Prime Minister Lam know too."

"The judge may not be clean."

"In his hands he holds the remnants of the Northern army."

"Also holds evidence that in the past, Prime Minister Lam cut military provisions."

"He found me."

"Says that he can help Lam Ngoc Dao replace the eldest daughter and marry into the Tham family."

"He said that the Tham family wants a military book. As long as Lam Ngoc Dao gets the purple sandalwood box, he will enjoy endless glory and wealth in the future."

Hearing this, Tham Le suddenly raised her head.

"You talk nonsense!"

Mrs. Lam looked at him and smiled sadly.

"Are you talking nonsense?"

"Could it be that your father never taught you that you married the eldest daughter of the Lam family because of the old book of the Co family?"

"Or do you really think that, among all the noble ladies in the capital, the Tham family deliberately chose an unfavored eldest daughter in the Prime Minister's Palace?"

Tham Le's face turned pale. He wanted to refute. But my throat felt like something was blocking it. Lam Ngoc Dao hugged the cowering child at the door of the heavenly palace. On her face, there was no longer the weakness of someone who had just given birth. Only horror remains. The Bac Man man suddenly laughed.

"Ninh Vuong is indeed not dead."

"My master has allied with him."

"The princess will take the little king back to the capital, the military books will go to the palace, the old people in the palace will automatically come out to assist."

Yen Hanh asked in a cold voice.

"Who is the responder?"