Chapter 3 — In front of the Great Hall, I suddenly changed the person chosen to be my son-in-law

Along the way, my mind is constantly thinking. What is that thing anyway? Why am I the only one who sees it? Is everything it says true? Wei Dien's reaction proved the existence of the exterior. So what about Giang Ham Diep? Did you really keep yourself for me... for ten years? One question after another keeps spinning around in my head. We cannot rely solely on this unknown background. We need evidence. We must firmly grasp the initiative in our hands. Returning to the palace, I let everyone leave. Only keep Nhuoc Lan.

"Nhuoc Lan."

"The slave is present."

Nhuoc Lan is the person I trust the most, having grown up with me since childhood. I looked at her, my eyes were more serious than ever.

"You leave the palace immediately."

"Mobilize all our hidden lines and investigate one person."

"Lieu Khanh Khanh."

The night was as black as ink. In my palace, Khon Ninh Palace, it was as quiet as a sheet of paper. Nhuoc Lan has been out of the palace for three hours. I sat by the window, watching the crescent moon in the sky, not feeling sleepy at all. In my head, everything that happened during the day kept flashing. Every word on the bullet is like a red-hot iron mark, deeply engraved in my heart. I raised my cup of tea. The tea has long gone cold. The old me... Just how stupid was it? Let Wei Dien play freely in the palm of his hand without even realizing it. I thought I was having the most beautiful love in the world. It's ridiculous. Outside the window, a very soft owl sounded. That's a signal. Nhuoc Lan has returned. A moment later, a dark shadow quietly glided into the room, kneeling on one knee.

"Princess."

It's Nhuoc Lan. She had changed into a night gown, but there was still a bit of road dust on her face.

"Stand up and speak."

My voice is still calm.

"What can be investigated?"

Nhuoc Lan stood up, took out a thin envelope from her chest, and offered it with both hands.

"Princess, everything has been investigated clearly."

"The Nhu Y Pavilion in the west of the citadel is indeed the private property of Master Wei."

"Inside there is indeed a woman named Lieu Khanh Khanh, who was originally the dancer of Bach Hoa Lau. A year ago, she was redeemed by Young Master Wei and arranged to live there."

"According to the servants in the palace, Lieu Khanh Khanh is seven months pregnant."

"Young Master Wei paid a lot of attention to her, almost every two or three days he went there to spend the night."

Nhuoc Lan's voice was very soft, mixed with a trace of anger.

"A few days ago, the Princess invited Mr. Wei to fly a kite. He pretended he had something important to do, but in fact, because Lieu Khanh Khanh said he had a stomachache, he rushed over to visit."

Every sentence and every word are like needles piercing my heart. I opened the envelope. Inside is a detailed record of Lieu Khanh Khanh's background, along with the entire timeline of interactions between her and Wei Dien. A year ago. At that time, he still swore to me that he would not marry anyone but me in this life. Yet as soon as he turned his back, he hugged another woman into his arms. My hand holding the paper was clenched so tightly that my knuckles turned white. A cold stream of hatred slowly spread from the bottom of my heart. I gritted my teeth and forced out one word.

"What a good Wei Dien."

Nhuoc Lan looked at me, her eyes filled with worry.

"Princess, you..."

I gently waved my hand, signaling that she didn't need to say more.

"Does anyone else know this news?"

"Only There is a Princess and a slave."

Nhuoc Lan replied.

"This line was personally investigated by the slave, absolutely trustworthy, and absolutely confidential."

I nodded.

"Very well done."

I walked to the candlestick, bringing the paper in my hand closer to the fire. The paper immediately curled up, burned black, and finally turned into a blue smoke. I have it in hand. But that's still not enough. What we want is not just an annulment. What I want is to make Wei Dien, and the entire Prime Minister's Palace, pay the price for their deception. I turned around to look at Nhuoc Lan.

"Giang Ham Diep, have you investigated yet?"

Nhuoc Lan immediately responded.

"Already investigated."

"General Giang has not really gotten married yet, nor has he had any interrooms or concubines."

"Ten years ago, you joined the army, accomplished countless victories, and gradually rose from an ordinary soldier to the position of Tran Quoc general."

"There are always rumors in the capital that he has a cold personality and is not close to women. There were colleagues who made matches for you, but you coldly rejected them all."

"This slave can still investigate one thing."

Nhuoc Lan paused, seemingly hesitant.

"General Jiang's close guard said that in the general's camp there is always a painting of a woman hanging."

"The person in the painting... looks nine parts like the Princess when she was young."

My heart suddenly trembled. In the tent... Hang my portrait again? I tried my best to search through my memory for memories related to Giang Ham Diep. I only remember that your father, Tran Quoc Cong, died in battle in the battlefield.