Chapter 8 — In my previous life, I took the name for him, in this life I just stand and watch

Suspected. The citadel you built with lies is not far from collapsing. That silver brooch. It was the last straw. Crush you. Truong Kinh did not disappoint me. He must have used the clues on that brooch to find evidence that Tieu Huyen forged letters. Tieu Huyen's discarded writing practice papers. They were all hidden by Nhuoc Van. That is iron evidence of his crime of plotting. Three jury companies. Judge Tinh Vuong. This trial will be held before everyone's eyes. Every evil plot. There's no place to hide anymore. Tieu Huyen, this time, I'll see how you can turn the situation around. Third jury day. Set after three days. Those three days. The atmosphere in the capital was tense to the extreme. The soldiers and horses of the Regent Palace were constantly mobilized. The Dai Ly pagoda was surrounded to the point of being completely sealed. Nominated as protecting court officials, preventing party riots and prison robbers. But actually. It was Tieu Huyen's last struggle. He wanted to use force to threaten the third company officer. Wanting to use swords and swords to silence people. He's too naive. Water can lift boats. The boat can also capsize. When people's hearts are no longer directed towards him. Military power is in his hands. It's a life-claiming talisman. But on the other side. Tinh Vuong Palace. It was quiet again like nothing happened. Tieu Triet still listens to the opera every day. Loving between birds, flowers, and ornamental fish. It seemed that the upcoming storm had absolutely nothing to do with him. But only we know. Below that calm lake. Hides how fierce the underground current is. A team of mystical forces loyal to the royal family. It was already like an invisible net, quietly spread out. Penetrates every corner of the capital. They followed Tieu Huyen's every move. Clearly understand the moves of each general under his command. Just waiting for an order. It can instantly cause Tieu Huyen's army to disintegrate in the blink of an eye. Thanh Huy Institute where I live. Guarding is even more strict. Tieu Huyen seems to want to completely isolate me from the outside world. Afraid that I - the reincarnated person who knows all his secrets - will become the biggest variable. He doesn't come to see me anymore. Among us. There were no words left to say. Only the outcome remains. Don't die, don't die. Outside the window, the moon is cold as water. I walked to the window and pushed it open. The night wind blows away the last confusion in my heart. The tragedy of the past life will absolutely not happen again. Tieu Huyen, Nhuoc Van. What you owe me, owe Dinh An Marquis Palace, owe this world. I will collect each item individually and personally claim it back. Trial date. The sky was overcast to the extreme. Dark clouds pressed down very low. Like a heavy curtain, covering the entire imperial citadel. I was "invited" out of Thanh Huy Institute. Tieu Huyen sent someone to spread the word. Tell me, as a family member, to come to Dai Ly to attend the trial. I know, this is his final humiliation. He wanted me to see with my own eyes how my father was condemned. I want me to see how our family is gradually moving toward destruction. He wants to completely destroy me. I do not refuse. I changed into pure white clothes. Do not wear any jewelry. Thanh Nhi gave me a simple hairstyle. Look at the person in the mirror, his face is calm, his eyes are cold. I said to myself. Wen Jing, today is the end and also the beginning. On the way Dai Ly temple. We see a lot of humanity. They stood on both sides of the road, their expressions solemn. They didn't come to see the excitement. They are waiting for a word of justice. The carriage stopped in front of the gate of Dai Ly temple. We got out of the car. See him. Tieu Huyen. He wore a black Regent's court uniform and a unicorn embroidered with gold thread. Under the gloomy sky, he appeared fierce and strange. His face was darker than the sky. Seeing me, his eyes were complicated and unpredictable. There is hatred, there is anger, there is also... panic like we have never seen. We stood a few steps apart, looking at each other. The air was filled with invisible smoke and fire.

“You're here.”

He spoke first, his voice hoarse.

“I'm here.”

I calmly replied.

“Come and see how you lost this game.”

His pupils suddenly shrank. Make a fist, clenched in your sleeve.