Chapter 7 — I'm as frugal as a chrysanthemum, but I'm raising a poor son? Eighteen years later, I became the queen mother

The threshold of Tuy Ngoc Hien, after just one night, was almost trampled by the palace eunuchs bringing gifts. The palace servants who had previously been unable to avoid it in time, now saw me and Xuan Ha, and their faces were full of smiles.

“Night Queen Tinh Tan is fine.”

“The third prince is truly the Van Khuc star who came to earth.”

I just nodded gently. I know, all of this is illusory. The higher you are lifted, the more miserable you fall. The real danger is quietly growing under that layer of fake prosperity. The days in Trieu Hanh's Upper Library were even more difficult. Before, it was just small, hidden movements. Now it has turned into isolation and public provocation. Second prince Trieu Khai and fourth prince Trieu Du, associated with all descendants of the clan as classmates, completely isolated Trieu Hanh. No one talks to it. No one wants to sit with it. His desk was moved to the innermost corner, right next to the drafty window. The cloak I just sewed for Trieu Hanh, the next day when I brought it home, there was a big stain on the back the size of a fist. It's like being stepped on on purpose. Trieu Hanh did not say a word. At night, it just quietly uses the washing liquid itself. Cannot be washed clean. That stain, like a mark of humiliation, was imprinted on the shirt. I looked at her small back, under the light, diligently washing her robe, my heart ached so much that I could barely breathe. I don't blame him for not resisting. Nor did he say he would go and seek justice on his behalf. I know, those things are useless. I just walked over and took the cloak.

“The concubine mother made it for me.”

We use scissors to cut off the dirty fabric. Then find a piece of blue fabric, at that torn place, embroider it on a bamboo grove. Bamboo, it's better to break than bend. The next day, Trieu Hanh wore that bamboo-embroidered robe to the Upper Library. When it returned, the cloak was still intact. But on its face, a very light scratch appeared. In the cheekbone position. Like being grazed by something. My heart suddenly sank.

“Where did it come from?”

He bowed his head and said nothing. Xuan Ha went to inquire about the news and then returned. His face was pale.

“Your highness, today… today the Upper Library has a horse riding and archery class.”

“The Second Prince… The Second Prince 'accidentally' shot an arrow astray.”

“That arrow, passed close to the Third Prince's face.”

“Just a little more... and it's in the eye!”

Xuan Ha's voice trembled. Our blood, in that moment, ran cold. This is no accident. This is a warning. It's murder. They were no longer satisfied with trivial matters anymore. They are exploring. Escalating. They are telling us that they can take Trieu Hanh's life at any time. That night, Trieu Hanh had a nightmare. It's constantly raving.

“Don't shoot me…”

“Mother, save me…”

I hugged its cold body, not sleeping all night. As morning dawned, I made a decision. My son, this cannot continue anymore. Relying only on a smart mind is impossible to survive. It also needs claws. Sharp claws, enough to protect yourself. We can't wait for it to grow on its own. We have to find a "knife" for him. We lock the target, on one person. King Tinh, Trieu Uyen. He is the younger brother