Chapter 18 — Lady Tu Muu Thien Ha

Lu Yen saw him, her voice cold, "After that, your highness never reported a word." Tieu Canh Hanh whispered, “It's my fault.” Lu Yen smiled sarcastically, "An apology, how can it compensate for the humiliation that Miss Tham has to endure?" Tham Tri Y flipped through the copy, inside was written down all the strategies she sent to the palace over the years, each page meticulously marked with time. She asked, "Why do you keep this?" Lu Yen replied, "Good things should be kept. This old man has been in the army for many years, and he can't bear to see the pearl being buried. I just hate that this old man is weak and weak. After being demoted, he couldn't even enter the capital gate." Bui Than continued, "You can come in now." Lu Yen turned her eyes towards Tham Tri Y, "Miss Tham, I heard rumors that you are preparing to open a women's school. I am willing to volunteer to teach military topographic maps, without any compensation." Ngan Hanh's eyes sparkled, "Sir, do you know how to scold people? Those noble ladies are lazy, you have to scold them to wake up." Lu Yen looked serious, "This old man in the army has scolded countless deputy generals and cried." Ngan Hanh expressed satisfaction, "That's enough." Tieu Canh Hanh staggered forward to Tham Tri Y, "Tri Y, Mr. Lu's copy, can be given to the historian so they can supplement the notes." Tham Tri Y took the notebook, "I will send it myself, I don't mind your highness." "If a female student needs money, the Eastern Palace can pay for it." "There is no shortage of money." "What about the manpower?" "There is no shortage of staff." Tieu Canh Hanh smiled sadly, "Now you don't even want to say a polite word to me." Tham Tri Y looked at him, "Your Highness, the most polite thing I can do for you is that I do not hate you." The corners of Tieu Canh Hanh's eyes were burning hot, he forced himself to swallow it back, "I know." Lu Yen suddenly asked directly, "Miss Shen, does His Highness the Crown Prince still hold the position of military commander?" Tieu Canh Hanh raised his head. Tham Tri Y responded, “That is the business of your Majesty and the court.” Lu Yen stared at her for a moment, then suddenly laughed, "Okay. You can put your personal grudges behind justice, the female student is in your hands, the old man is satisfied." Tieu Canh Hanh couldn't say a word. Three days later, the Imperial Palace team submitted a report, the Crown Prince asked to close his doors to reflect for a year, hand over the list of Eastern Palace officials, and reorganize all the positions. The queen was moved to Truong Ninh palace, the inner servants and servants involved in the case were all imprisoned. The emperor, who was seriously ill, issued a decree. Later, when his court presented his plan, he was required to write down the full name of the author, strictly prohibiting titles, and strictly prohibiting the impersonation of merit. When this decree was posted outside the palace gate, countless people in the capital flocked to read it. Someone read the three words Tham Tri Y and their voice suddenly dropped. There are also people right on the street cursing themselves for being blind in the past, taking stolen work as a favor, cursing the victim as a jealous evil woman. Ngan Hanh was lost in the crowd, put her hands on her hips and shouted, "Good cursing, remember carefully, next time your mouth won't run faster than your brain!" Bui Than stood next to him and passed the water, "This throat of yours, pear candy can't be saved anymore." Ngan Hanh took the water bottle, "Bui Chuong, stop worrying about my business." "I don't care about you." Bui Than stuffed another packet of candy into her sleeve, "It seems like he's taking care of the witness." Ngan Hanh glared at him, the corners of her ears already red. On the day the women's school officially opened, the horizontal panel at the old East Institute of Thai School was changed to Thanh Loan Quan. Prime Minister Tham personally held the ladder, allowing Tham Tri Y to neatly hang the horizontal painting on top. He tilted his head and looked for a long time, then said, "Bad handwriting

really.” Tham Tri Y smiled, "Dad, it was written by you." Prime Minister Tham coughed, "Ugly but has strong bones." Lu Yen walked into the door carrying a roll of topographic maps, Co Sung brought a set of laws and orders, the Minister of Military Affairs also brought a model of an old sand table, even the old soldiers from outside the city sent a sharpened military knife, saying that he would show it to the ladies to see, each path drawn on paper, was opened by people at the cost of their lives. When the first batch of students walked through the door, there were noble ladies, children of wealthy families, orphans and children of military generals, and families of criminals whose sentences had been overturned and returned from prison. They stood in line in the middle of the courtyard, no longer bowing their heads and waiting for someone else to choose, but raised their heads high and looked up at the horizontal painting. Tham Tri Y stood on the high steps, "Once you step into this place, you don't need to ask about your background, just ask about your skills. Whoever intends to steal someone else's name should ask if the drum placed outside the hospital gate agrees." Ngan Hanh immediately swung the stick and knocked hard, the loud sound of the drum made the crowd of people standing outside the wall scared to close their mouths.