Chapter 20 — I Didn't Choose the Crown Prince, The One I Chose Made Everyone Stunned

He aggressively pointed straight at me. I stood up, my face innocent.

"His Royal Highness, you can eat rice indiscriminately, but you can't speak indiscriminately."

"I've always been in the palace recuperating, I can't go out from the big door, I can't step through the small door."

“Where did you get your ability to fake autographs?”

I slightly changed my tone and looked at Tan Uyen Nhu.

“What's more… weren't these envelopes personally presented by sister-in-law?”

“What does it have to do with me?”

My words were like a bucket of cold water thrown straight at Trieu Dich's face. He was stunned. The letter was brought by Tan Uyen Nhu. Even if he wants to slander him, he can't blame it on me. He turned to look at her, his eyes full of surprise and anger. His voice trembled.

“Uyen Nhu, why do you treat me like that?”

A flash of panic flashed in Tan Uyen Nhu's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a look of determination.

“Your Highness, I did this to save you.”

“It's also to save yourself.”

At that moment, Trieu Khai, who had been silent from the beginning, suddenly walked out. He knelt before the Emperor, a pained look on his face.

“Father.”

"The crown prince is confused, he committed a big mistake, of course he must be punished."

“But I beg my father, in memory of brotherly love, to spare his life.”

Trieu Khai's words at first sounded like he was asking for love, but in fact, they unintentionally nailed Trieu Dich's crime, and at the same time skillfully painted himself with the cover of "brothers and sisters", both kind and respectful. The emperor looked at the two sons kneeling in the palace - one struggling miserably, the other pretending to be merciful - then looked at Tan Uyen Nhu, who had just single-handedly pushed his lover to the brink. On his face, fatigue and heavy disappointment were clearly visible. He was about to speak when Trieu Hanh, who was still sitting quietly next to him, moved slightly. He pushed the wheelchair towards the middle of the main hall.

“Father.”

His voice was not loud, but it rang clearly throughout the hall.

“About these letters, I also have a few words to say.”

Trieu Hanh's voice was like a large rock thrown into a lake, instantly raising thousands of underground waves. Everyone's eyes turned to him at the same time, including the emperor sitting on the dragon chair.

“Hanh Nhi.” The Emperor looked at him with a complicated expression. “What do you want to say?”

Trieu Hanh did not answer immediately. His eyes slowly scanned each person in the palace. Trieu Dich panicked and lost his mind. Tan Uyen Nhu tried to stay calm. And also Trieu Khai, his face was full of "pain", but the bottom of his eyes revealed a ray of excitement that was hard to hide. Finally, his gaze stopped on the envelope placed in front of the throne.

“Father,” he said calmly, “I think these letters are real and some are fake.”

"There are paintings written by the Crown Prince, but there are also fake ones that were not written by the Crown Prince."

Those words made the whole palace bewildered. Trieu Khai's eyebrows frowned slightly.

“What do you mean?” The Emperor asked.

“It means…” Trieu Hanh's voice suddenly turned cold, “someone copied the Crown Prince's handwriting to write a fake letter.”

“Then I used an extremely clever trick to make the letter fall into the hands of Third Royal Brother.”

“Then he 'borrowed' Tan Uyen Nhu's hand and publicly announced it to the court.”

“Thanks to that, we can achieve our goal of killing three birds with one stone.”

Trieu Hanh's words fell like a sledgehammer, hitting Trieu Khai straight in the heart. His face instantly turned white sick.

"Seventh brother! You... don't spit blood on people!"

He protested harshly.

“I have nothing to do with this!”

"Really?"

Trieu Hanh smiled coldly.

“Third royal brother, I'm afraid he forgot.”

"In this capital city, there is only one person who can imitate the Crown Prince's handwriting to the point of being completely confused... there is only one person."

“Famous pre-dynasty calligrapher, Lam Tan Nhan.”

"And that Mr. Lam, in the last years of his life, was always supported by you and placed in a private courtyard in your royal palace."

“What I said… is it wrong?”

Trieu Khai's body staggered slightly. His forehead was full of cold sweat.

"I... I only respect Mr. Lam's talent. Between him and me, we are just having a gentlemanly relationship!"

“Gentle love communication?”

The smile at the corner of Trieu Hanh's lips became even colder.

"Then I don't know why a few days ago, your butler secretly appeared in the city at night, intending to deal with Lam Tan Nhan's entire family?"

“Fortunately, my people arrived one step earlier.”

"Otherwise, I'm afraid today would have really... died without evidence."

As soon as he finished speaking, he clapped his hands. Thiet Dien escorted a trembling old man and two tied families into the main hall.