Chapter 2 — I am the Fourth Thien Co

I stared at the corner of the paper behind the painting of Co Thanh Hoa. Just a very small corner. But my heart beats strangely fast. Because intuition tells us. That is much more important than Tieu Lam Uyen's question.

“What do you know how to make?”

His voice rang out again. The secret room was so quiet that it made it difficult to breathe. The person holding the sword next to him was starting to lose patience. If you answer wrong now. Maybe I will become the fourth person to hang on that wall. So I decided to tell the truth. At least it's real in the safest way. I raised my head to look at Tieu Lam Uyen.

“I know how to find fish.”

The person holding the knife was stunned. Tieu Lam Uyen said nothing. I continue.

“I know how to play dumb.”

The corner of the knife wielder's eye twitched.

“I know how to sleep in.”

“Know how to be lazy.”

“Knowing how to skip work.”

“Know how to write a resignation letter.”

The secret room was completely silent. A while later. The person holding the sword shouted:

“Are you making fun of the Royal Family?”

I immediately shook my head.

“Not at all.”

“These are all very important survival skills.”

The other person was so angry that his face turned black. Tieu Lam Uyen still calmly looked at me. His eyes seemed to be observing something very interesting.

“So what are you best at?”

I was silent for a few seconds. Then answer honestly:

“I'm good at surviving.”

First time. Tieu Lam Uyen's eyes changed slightly. Not surprising. But it was like he just heard an unexpected answer. I look at the three paintings behind him. Speak softly:

“He saved seventeen thousand people.”

“The person who filled the national treasury.”

“He helps pacify the border.”

“Those three are all better than me.”

“I don't want to follow those sisters in the last point.”

The person holding the knife immediately changed color. Tieu Lam Uyen was just silent. At moment later. He waved his hand.

“Take her back to the paradise.”

That night. I don't sleep. There is a guard outside the door. There are hidden guards on the roof. There is also a guard under the window. Ninh Vuong Palace really appreciates me. Or should I say. We attach great importance to the things in our heads. But it's a pity. They don't know that what we care about most right now is not ourselves. It's the corner of paper behind the painting of Co Thanh Hoa. The sound of footsteps outside gradually disappeared. I quietly sat up. Use a silver brooch to open the window latch. Then climb out. The secret room is located west of Ninh Vuong palace. During the day we memorized the route. So this time it didn't take too much time. When the stone door appeared before my eyes. I breathed a sigh of relief. No one found out. The three paintings still hang on the wall as before. Under the moonlight. The three women's faces became even quieter. I walked in front of the painting of Co Thanh Hoa. Carefully run your hand along the edge of the frame. There are agencies. After a very small noise. The painting is slightly shifted to the side. Behind it appears a small cavity. In the niche is an envelope. My hands suddenly trembled. Don't understand why. Obviously never met her. But when I picked up that envelope. I feel like I'm touching the hand of a sister who has been waiting for me for a long time. We open the letter. The elegant handwriting appeared before my eyes. The first line has only two words.

“Sister.”

That moment. My eyes suddenly sting. Not the fourth person. Not Thien Co Nu. Not the latecomer. It's my sister. Someone you've never met before. Call me again in such a gentle way. We continue to read down.

“If you see this letter.”

“Sister probably no more.”

“First of all, congratulations on being alive.”

I burst out laughing. Then I wanted to cry again. These are the exact words of the man who saved seventeen thousand people. Even now, I still remember to congratulate others. The handwriting continued to appear.

“Sister.”

“Don't rush to show off your talent.”

“Don't rush to save people.”

“Don't rush to prove yourself useful.”

I slowly tightened the letter.

“Don't trust the court.”

“Don't trust Thien Co Giam.”

“Don't believe your promises to protect me.”

“And if possible…”

"Don't be too quick to trust Ninh Vuong."

I stopped. Tieu Lam Uyen's cold face appeared in his mind. The person whom the whole Great Zhou feared. He was once praised by the people as a god of war. The person Co Thanh Hoa reminded us to be careful of. There is one more sentence. A sentence that sent chills down my spine.

“Sister.”

“There are places.”

“Usefulness is not a reward.”

“It's the verdict.”

I stared at that line for a long time. Three paintings appeared on the wall in my mind. Co Thanh Hoa saved the people. Thuong Minh Chau earns silver. Ky Truong Anh helped fight the battle. The girls are all very helpful. And the girls all disappeared. My hand holding the letter gradually tightened. We continue to turn to the last page. The handwriting here has become more urgent. It's like the writer doesn't have much time left. The last line appeared before my eyes. Just a few words. But it causes my pupils to shrink.

“Sister.”

“I didn't fall on my own.”