Chapter 19 — Kieu Hoa went to the wrong door, I don't want to go back

Luc Thua Uyen raised his eyes, his eyes dark and scary.

“My second uncle.”

I suddenly remembered what my stepmother had told me, that the Second Young Lady of the Luc family was of noble birth, and told me not to compete with her. The second room of the Luc family. It turns out, hidden behind the secret rules of the whole government... It's not the usual backyard fights. They are cannibal blades. Co Hoai Nghien asked:

“So that year, where was the Luc Nhi family?”

Luc Thua Uyen replied:

“That year, my second uncle escorted food and herbs to the northern border.”

The air suddenly froze. Thirteen years ago, Tran Bac Army was cut off from food, and the Luc Nhi family was the one escorting the food. If the salary book was changed, then he was the one who could not avoid being involved. Luc Thua Uyen's voice was hoarse.

"But when I returned that year, my second uncle's entire body was covered in injuries. My father personally presented to the court asking for a balcony for him."

Co Hoai Nghien said:

“The injury may be real, but the credit is not certain.”

Luc Thua Uyen did not object. At the end of the stone walkway appears a wooden door. The door is also carved with begonia patterns. I took out the bronze key, my palms were covered in cold sweat. Co Hoai Nghien reached out to hold the edge of the door.

“After opening the door, stand behind me.”

I nodded. The key was inserted into the lock and turned slightly. The door opened. Inside is not a secret room like we thought. It's a small Buddha hall located underground. In the middle there is no Buddha statue, only three wooden sacred tablets without names. In front of the altar is a small box made of blue enameled porcelain. As I walked closer, my steps suddenly stopped. On the back of the three spiritual plates, each plate is engraved with a word. Thanh Chi muttered:

“Who are you worshiping here?”

Co Hoai Nghien opened the blue enamel porcelain box. Inside are half a jade necklace, a thin roll of silk and a long-life lock for children. The back of the long life lock is engraved with a word. My fingertips trembled slightly.

“Is this mine?”

Co Hoai Nghien opened the thin silk roll. The first line of words on it was like a thunderclap. Duong Ninh is not the flesh and blood of the Tham family. I stood in the underground Buddha hall, and for a moment I could no longer hear any sound. Thanh Chi lost his voice and said:

“No way!”

Luc Thua Uyen also stood there stunned. Co Hoai Nghien held the thin roll of silk, his eyes stopped on that line of writing, and did not leave for a long time. I reached out my hand to receive the silk roll. The silk is very old, but has been preserved extremely carefully. The handwriting on it belongs to the mother. We notice the slightly raised stroke of the pen at the end of each word, which is her writing habit. Duong Ninh is not the flesh and blood of the Tham family. If one day the old case is reopened, the Tham family will definitely use their friendship to coerce her, use their reputation to bind her, and use their nurturing grace to harm her. My child, remember, the gift of birth is unknown, the gift of upbringing is owed, the debt can be paid, but life absolutely cannot be given. My hands started shaking. Thanh Chi supported me, her voice choked up.

“Miss, don't scare this servant.”

I want to say I'm okay, but my throat feels like something's stuck in my throat. I am not the daughter of the Tham family. So the father's late tenderness, the seemingly arrangements All for the good of us, suddenly turned into another myth. Does he know or not? Does the stepmother know? If they knew, then all these years, when they looked at me, were they looking at a girl... Or were they looking at a key? Co Hoai Nghien said softly:

“The back is still there.”