Chapter 21 — He promised to pick me up three months later

“This is practice imitating handwriting.” Lieu Ham Yen burst into tears. “I have never written these things.” “For the past few days I have been locked in the hospital, even my pen and ink have been taken away.” The officials continued to search Tu's mother's room. Not long after, a wooden box was brought up. Inside were half a packet of medicinal powder, an old pen still stained with ink, and several pieces of paper that had been burned to ashes. Female doctor Bach brought it up to smell it, her face was as cold as ice. "I feel angry." "If you use too little, you can fake death, if you use too much, you will lose your life." Phu Doan asked Mama Tu. "Do you have anything else to say?" Mama Tu sat down on the ground, her forehead pressed against the tile floor. "I don't know." "This medicine doesn't belong to me." I looked at her. "What about that pen?" "Isn't it yours too?" Ma Ma Tu gritted his teeth and did not answer. Bui Nghien suddenly walked in front of her. His voice was low and scary. "Who told you to do this?" Mama Tu raised her head to look at him, a pleading look in her eyes. "Master Marquis, this old slave did everything for the Marquis Palace." "Liu Thi's bad news can no longer be hidden." "The royal court, the officials are chasing debts, the whole capital is waiting to see the joke of the Bui family." "If she dies, the will will name Thi Lieu, outsiders will think that Marquis The palace is also the one who was harmed." "That way the Marquis will still have a way to live." The old lady suddenly closed her eyes. Bui Nghien's face was as pale as if covered in snow. "So why do you want to kill her?" Mama Tu cried and bowed her head. "This old slave doesn't want to kill her at all." "This old slave just wants her to pretend to be dead for a few days." "After things make a fuss, I will quietly take her away." Female doctor Bach smiled coldly. "If there is no one to use silver acupuncture to treat her, the suffocation will not let her live until morning." Voice Mama Tu's crying immediately stopped. Phu Doan pounded on Kinh Duong Wood. "Bring Tu Thi down." The officials immediately stepped forward to control her. Mama Tu suddenly struggled and looked towards the old lady. "Old lady, please save this old slave." "This old slave has served you for thirty years, without merit, there is suffering." The old lady's lips trembled. "You are the one who caused the trouble, why are you begging me?" Mama Tu's eyes immediately changed. It seemed that only now did she understand... She had also become a discarded chess piece. She suddenly let out a shrill laugh. "Okay." "The old lady refused to accept it, so the old slave did not hide it from anyone anymore." "This matter was because the old lady nodded." "The words on the will were the old lady asked the old slave to imitate it." The old lady rushed forward to cover her mouth. "You are crazy!" The officials immediately rushed up to stop her. In the courtyard, everyone turned pale. Bui Nghien stood frozen in place, as if pinned by a knife. He looked towards his mother. "Mother." The old lady avoided his eyes. "I just want to keep the Marquis Palace." "I didn't say she actually killed people." "Lieu Ham Yen is still alive, it is the shame of the Bui family." "Tham Chieu Duong refused to turn back, the Marquis Palace must have a way to live after all." I looked at her and suddenly found it extremely funny. It turns out that in the eyes of the Bui family, anyone's life can be used to pave the road. Lieu Ham Yen's network. My reputation. My unborn child. As long as I can exchange for the dignity of the Marquis Palace... then it's all worth it. The government ordered the Director to record the testimony. The old lady was also invited to the courthouse for questioning. When being escorted out of the courtyard, she still stared at me. "Tham Chieu Duong, are you satisfied now?" I calmly replied. "No." "What you still owe me, you still haven't paid it off." The resentment in her eyes became even deeper. But... She can no longer use her status as mother-in-law to pressure me. Just in time, officials escorted people

As we left, another translator suddenly took out an old letter from the bottom of Tu's mother's wooden box. The envelope did not have the sender's name written on it. But that handwriting... I recognize it. That is the autograph of my father, Tham Hoai Can. 18 Tham Lam Chu quickly received the letter first. He only read the first two lines and his face darkened. I held out my hand. "Brother, give it to me." He hesitated for a moment, then finally handed the letter into my hand. The letter was written two months ago. At that time, Bui Nghien had not yet delivered the letter of retirement, and Lieu Ham Yen had not yet moved into the Marquis Palace.