Chapter 14 — I'm as frugal as a chrysanthemum, but I'm raising a poor son? Eighteen years later, I became the queen mother

My father was reinstated as an official and was also ordained as Deputy Crown Prince. This is the emperor's compensation to us, also a signal. He placed the responsibility of educating the future successor in my father's hands. It goes without saying who the future will belong to. I stood in the hallway of Tuy Ngoc Hien, raising my head to look at the moon hanging in the sky. Xuan Ha stood next to me, so happy that she cried.

“Lady, we finally made it through!”

Finally got over it. I looked into the distance, towards the Upper Library. There, the torchlight glowed brightly. I know, my son is over there reading a book. It won the most important battle. But its path has just begun. Eight years later. The Emperor passed away. That same year, Crown Prince Trieu Hanh ascended the throne and declared himself emperor. Era name, Vinh An. On the day of the coronation ceremony, the sky was deep blue. I sit on the highest phoenix chair of Thai Hoa Palace. Wearing royal clothes that only the Queen Mother is allowed to wear. Wearing a crown of nine dragons and four phoenixes. The beaded curtains fell, hiding my eyebrows and eyes. It also covers the bottom of my eyes, countless emotions. I looked at my son, Trieu Hanh. It is twenty-one years old. Wearing a heavy dragon robe, wearing a crown of twelve tassels. Step by step, steady and steady, up the ninety-nine steps. Its back is broad and trustworthy. Just like many years ago, the person who supported the entire sky for me - Tinh Vuong. Tinh Vuong stood at the front of the court. He no longer had to use a cane. After that year, he traveled around the world looking for famous doctors and finally cured his legs. At this moment, he watched his student, his nephew, step by step ascend to the pinnacle of power. In his eyes, there is comfort and pride. Literature and martial arts prevail, all together shout long live the mountains. The shout echoed into the clouds. Trieu Hanh slowly turned around, facing his people, his country. He accepted the worship of everyone. Then, he did something that surprised everyone. He stepped down from the pedestal. Don't go towards your long reliance. But over a long distance, step by step comes before me. In the shocked eyes of civil and military mandarins and envoys from all over the world. He reached out his hand towards me. I was stunned for a moment. Through the pearl curtain, I looked at him. His eyes were still as clear as before, but the calmness of an emperor had been added to them. But when he looked at me, he returned to the appearance of the child who completely relied on me. I placed my hand in his palm. His hands were warm, yet strong. He held my hand and slowly helped me stand up from the phoenix bed. He led me to the middle of the main hall. Go to the dragon's throne, which symbolizes supreme power. He turned around, facing everyone below the stage. He held my hand and raised it high. Then, he used a clear voice, echoing throughout the entire Thai Hoa Palace, and spoke.

“My life was given to me by my mother.”

The words just ended. There was an immediate stir below the stage. Everyone was stunned and surprised. They looked at me, at the woman who, in just one night, went from being an anonymous little pawn of Tinh, to becoming the reigning Queen Mother. Looking next to me, is the new young emperor, using lightning tricks to ascend the throne. They remember now. Remember Eighteen years ago, the child of a concubine no one cared about. The child was treated like a hot potato and thrown into the cold palace of Tuy Ngoc Hien, a ruined prince. They remembered over the past ten years, every struggle, every counterattack of my mother and I. From the first flash of light in the Upper Library, to the earth-shattering turn of events on the court. Everyone thought that it was just a mischievous prince. Only today did they understand. This is not a one-man battle. It's the two of us. The woman who was forgotten that year, with the child no one needed, relying on each other, risking their lives to open a path of blood. I saw, at the back of the crowd, a woman wearing an old royal costume. She used to be Thuc Phi with infinite light. She is the birth mother of the fourth prince Trieu Du. Now, she is old and has lost. She looked at us, her eyes filled with endless regret and unwillingness. I withdrew my gaze and turned to Trieu Hanh next to me. He is also looking at me. He softly called me. I replied softly.

“It's been hard.”

I shook my head, smiling. Tears slid down her cheeks, silently sliding through the pearl curtain.

“Not difficult.”

For my children, it's not difficult at all. From now on, there will no longer be a child without a mother in the palace, nor will there be a mother without a child. Fate, from that day eighteen years ago, soon changed. And today. It's our time. This is the beginning of a completely new prosperity in Vinh An. (FULL TEXT)