Chapter 6 — Kieu Hoa went to the wrong door, I don't want to go back

I lifted the cup of tea, the hot steam rising before my eyes.

“The thing called safety has never been given by someone else before.”

Thanh Chi bit her lips tightly.

“So what should we do?”

“Let's see how they act first.”

She doesn't understand. But we have seen that today's chess game is much deeper than we thought. If it was just the stepmother or the Luc family's family who wanted to ruin my reputation, then it would be enough to bribe the butler and tell him to send the palanquin to the wrong door. But manager Liu died. Dead people cannot open their mouths. And the dead can also turn a simple scandal into a storm at court. Half an hour later, Co Hoai Nghien's entourage walked in to report.

"Master, the body has been taken to the outer hospital, the Kinh Trieu residence is examining it."

Co Hoai Nghien asked:

“Do you have anything on you?”

The retainer paused for a moment.

“There is a silver card.”

Luc Thua Uyen immediately raised his head.

“What silver card?”

The retainer took out an item from the tray. The silver card is only half the size of a hand, the edge of the card is worn to a glossy shine, and a very small word "Tran" is engraved on it. Luc Thua Uyen recognized it with just one look.

“This is the old card of the Tran Bac army.”

The expressions of everyone in the hall changed. Tran Bac Army. As soon as those three words appeared, the matter immediately changed from a marriage to one related to military power. Luc Thua Uyen took a quick step forward.

“No way.”

Co Hoai Nghien looked down at the silver card.

“Young general, did you notice?”

"Ten years ago, the Tran Bac army changed its badges, this old badge has long been revoked and destroyed."

“If it was destroyed, why did it appear on manager Liu?”

Luc Thua Uyen did not answer. I gently put down the tea cup. The bottom of the ceramic cup touched the table, making a soft sound. Co Hoai Nghien looked at me.

“Tham Duong Ninh, what do you want to say?”

I raised my eyes.

“If a manager wants to lead the wrong way, all he needs is money.”

“But an old military ID card appears on a dead person, so the purpose is no longer just to lead the wrong way.”

Luc Thua Uyen looked at me.

“Are you suspicious of the Luc family?”

I shook my head.

“I suspect someone wants to make Your Majesty doubt the Luc family.”

Luc Thua Uyen's expression paused. In the bottom of Co Hoai Nghien's eyes, there was finally a very slight wavering. Again I said:

"Today the palanquin is carried to the gate of the Thai Pho palace. Lord Gu will certainly be caught up in it."

“Manager Liu died in the back alley, and Major General cannot escape being involved.”

"If we can search him again for the old ID card of the Tran Bac army, then at tomorrow morning's audience, who will only discuss a case of a palanquin being delivered to the wrong door?"

The hall was dead silent. The maid stood by the door, her eyes carefully assessing me. The anger in Luc Thua Uyen's eyes gradually subsided, replaced by a deeper look of solemnity. He looked towards Co Hoai Nghien.

"Master Gu, I'm not sure if this card really belongs to Manager Liu."

Co Hoai Nghien replied:

“That's why we have to investigate.”

Luc Thua Uyen said in a deep voice:

“I will not let others take advantage of this matter to slander the Luc family.”

I smiled slightly.

“Young general, you should still find the person who gave money to manager Luu first.”

Luc Thua Uyen looked at me, her eyes full of complexity.

“How did you know someone gave him money?”

“The palanquin bearer said.”

“The palanquin bearer just said he was taking the money to work.”

"Whose money they took, they may not even know."

“But Manager Liu definitely knows.”

“So he died.”

Luc Thua Uyen's throat moved slightly, but in the end he didn't say anything to refute. The sky outside gradually darkened. In the courtyard of the Thai Pho palace, which was originally quiet, suddenly the sound of officials' boots stepping on the ground was heard. People from the Kinh Trieu palace went back and forth non-stop, each torch was lit in turn, drawing long shadows from the coniferous trees like devil's arms. At that moment, the gentleman hurriedly entered the hall. He knelt down and said:

“Master Gu, Manager Liu did not die from falling into the well.”

Co Hoai Nghien asked:

“Cause of death.”

The author bowed his head.

"His tongue was cut out, the poison seeped into his lungs. Before he died, he was forced to swallow a piece of red cloth."

The tea cup in my hand suddenly shook slightly. Today, there is no shortage of red cloth throughout the capital. But when I pulled down the veil, it was clear that a corner was missing. In the hall, the candle flickered slightly. Thanh Chi instinctively looked at the red veil in my hand. I also bowed my head and looked down. That veil had been held in my hand for a long time, and the edge of the veil was slightly wrinkled. Indeed, the lower right corner is missing a small piece. The cut is not new, it looks like it was cut by a sharp object. When I left the Tham family, the matchmaker personally placed this towel on my head. When stepping onto the palanquin, it was still intact. Since when was a corner missing? My fingertips slowly tighten.