Chapter 14 — I am the Fourth Thien Co

We only have three days left. After the decree was given, the entire Ninh Vuong palace became tense. Everyone knows. This test is not like the previous ones. This is no longer just asking a few simple questions. It's a test prepared just for me. Or to be more precise. For the part of knowledge in our heads. But what the Queen Mother and Thien Co Giam did not expect was... I had also prepared. That night. I carry the seal of Thuong Minh Chau to the Nhu Y silver mark. In an underground secret room. A dozen people were waiting. There is a counter. There is a female princess. There is someone in charge of the news line. There are people who have followed Thuong Minh Chau for many years. The old shopkeeper named Trinh looked at me.

“Miss, do you want to give out Flower Fairy Little Leopard?”

I nodded.

“Not an ordinary report.”

“It's a special issue.”

Everyone looked at each other. His eyes gradually brightened. Hoa Tien Tieu Bao is the largest news network left by Thuong Minh Chau. Initially, it was only used to transmit messages in the merchant guild. Then gradually spread. From pubs to tea shops. From the royal palace's backyard to the people's market. There are readers everywhere. Everywhere there are people passing it on to each other. But this time. I want to use it to light a lamp. All that night. I wrote the manuscript myself. Don't write anyone's name. Don't accuse anyone. No conclusions were drawn. I'm just asking questions. Question one.

“Why doesn't the person who saved 170,000 people get credit?”

Below is the story of a woman who built a tent, repaired dikes, and saved people from floods. Co Thanh Hoa's name is not recorded. But readers understand. Second question.

"Why is the person who enriches the national treasury suddenly seriously ill?"

I tell about a woman who founded a trade association, opened a silver brand, and created jobs for thousands of women. Do not write Thuong Minh Chau's name. But everyone knows who it is. Third question.

"Why did the person who helped Tay Canh win the battle become a sinner?"

I write very briefly. But enough to make the reader think. Three questions. There is no answer. But that's because there is no answer. People just want to find it. The next morning. Flower Fairy Little Leopard begins to appear. First is long tea. Next is the tavern. Next is the lipstick brand. Just for half a day. The whole capital is talking.

“Have you read it yet?”

“Who is the person in the newspaper talking about?”

“Sounds like what happened that year.”

“It can't be such a coincidence.”

Someone spoke softly. Some people argue. Someone secretly put the newspaper in his sleeve and brought it home. Arrive in the afternoon. Even the maids in Ninh Vuong Palace are reading it from hand to hand. Two days later. The news spread to the harem. A lady read it. Again, give it to a friend. After reading it, my friend told my sister. One transmits ten. Ten transmitted hundreds. Those questions are like seeds. Once sown. Will grow on its own. People began to remember Co Thanh Hoa. Remember Thuong Minh Chau. Remember Ky Truong Anh. Start wondering. Why did those people disappear? That afternoon. The Queen Mother was angry. It is said that the palace immediately issued an order banning the spread of Flower Immortal Little Leopard. Some pubs were inspected. Some newsstands were confiscated. But it's more forbidden. The news spread faster. Because people are starting to get curious. If there's nothing wrong. Why be afraid of others asking? I stand by the window. Look at each newspaper being secretly delivered. The corners of the lips curled slightly. Want to cover a lamp. Just put your hands up. But if the whole city lights up, No one cover it anymore. Last day. We started preparing for the test. Books of Thuong Minh Chau. Map of Co Thanh Hoa. Last diary page. List of former Tay Canh businesses. Each item is carefully arranged. If you really have to face it. I won't go empty-handed. I am no longer the fourth person who just woke up in the secret room. I am carrying the stories of three people. The night before the exam day. Little rain in the capital. I stand in the study room of Ninh Vuong palace. Tieu Lam Uyen sat opposite. No one talked. But they both know. Tomorrow will be a very big match. Right at that moment. The guard outside quickly walked in.

“King.”

“There's news.”

Tieu Lam Uyen raised her head.

“What?”

The guard lowered his voice. There was surprise in his eyes.

“There are three groups of people who just entered the capital.”

I immediately turned my head to look over. The guard continued to speak.

“First group.”

“They were the people who lived in the tent that year.”

“Second group.”

“The female servant and shopkeeper of the old merchant guild.”

“The third group…”

He stopped for a moment. The voice became serious.

“Tay Canh old camp.”

Our hearts are shocked. Because I know. The girls have arrived. Not Co Thanh Hoa. Not Thuong Minh Chau. Not Ky Truong Anh. They are the people who have been helped by them. People who were grateful to them. After how many years? They still come. Still not forgotten. And tomorrow. They will stand up and speak for those who have been erased from history books.