Chapter 11 — Little Demon King Khang Vuong Phu

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I have never seen my father holding a sword. In my memories, his hands were always holding a cup of tea, cradling me, or clasping his hands to apologize to others. Those hands were extremely soft. So soft that anyone in the Upper Capital would dare to step on it. But at this moment, he held the sword and walked forward, the wind blew away the royal robe. There are also some silhouettes of a former prince. The imperial guard rushed forward to block the way.

“Kang Vuong, your majesty has orders, but without orders, you are not allowed to approach.”

The king paused. He did not rush forward. He just raised the sword to his eyebrows with both hands, then slowly knelt down.

“Your Majesty Tham Hoai Can, please accept the sword.”

The emperor looked at him.

“Brother Luc, what do you mean by doing this?”

The king raised his head.

“This sword is the Thua An sword that the First Emperor gave to me.”

“The emperor once told the descendants of the Tham family that if they hold this sword, they can complain before the king.”

All relatives in the yard changed color. Khanh Vuong couldn't stand anymore.

“Brother Luc, are you confused by your illness?”

“The Thua An sword has long been sealed in the temple, how could it be in my hands?”

The king turned to look at him.

"Because a long time ago, before my father's death, he gave me this sword."

Khanh Vuong's pupils shrank. The Queen Mother softly muttered: "So it's really at my place." The king's father bowed his head to the Queen Mother.

"My brother has been keeping secrets from you for so many years. I am guilty."

The Emperor's voice was tense.

“Luc, why did you only take it out today?”

The king's father curled his lips and smiled. Extremely bitter smile.

“Because I intended to take it to the grave.”

“As long as A Man is safe, I can be a weak prince for the rest of my life.”

“But someone wants to harm her.”

"Someone even tried to throw a bowl of dirty water from an old sentence on her head."

He tightened his grip on the sword sheath.

“I can't keep kneeling anymore.”

The bridge of my nose is stinging. Since childhood, I have seen him kneel in front of so many people. Kneel at the temple, kneel at the palace gate, kneel at the high street, kneel even to those who have no right to force him to bow. I always thought he would never stand up straight again. It turns out it's not that he doesn't know how to stand. He is just waiting, to hold back his hardest breath for me. The Emperor stood up. Phung Bao quickly supported him. The Emperor said in a deep voice: "Six brother, come in here." The king offered his sword and entered. As he passed me, he whispered softly: "A Man, don't be afraid." I replied: “Dad, your hands are shaking.” The base of his ears turned red.

“This is the first time I've rushed into the palace, it's unavoidable.”

I almost burst out laughing. The tense atmosphere throughout the institute was torn apart by his sentence. The emperor received the Thua An sword. On the sword's hilt is the Immortal Emperor's era name engraved, and a very small gold seal is engraved on the inside. After Phung Bao checked, he knelt down and said: "Your Majesty, it's real." The Emperor looked at Khanh Vuong.

“Seventh brother, you just said that the Thua An sword is sealed in the temple.”

"How do you know that the sword in that temple is not a fake?"

Khanh Vuong had beads of sweat on his forehead.

“I only heard about it.”

The king suddenly spoke.

“Not what I heard.”

"But you swapped it."

Khanh Vuong shouted angrily: "Six brother, don't spit your blood out!" Father withdrew from inside Chest out an old letter. The letter paper was yellowed, the edge of the letter had scorched marks.

“Sixteen years ago, after the fire at Khang Vuong Palace's Western Court, I picked up half a letter from the ashes.”

“The letter did not have the sender's name, but it mentioned the exchange of swords in the temple.”

“I investigated for three years and found the former administrator of Khanh Vuong's palace.”

Khanh Vuong smiled coldly.

“Where is that person?”

The king looked at him intently.

“It's dead.”

Khanh Vuong spread his arms.

“How can someone who is dead testify?”

The king took out a bronze token.

“Before he died, he gave this to me.”

The copper card fell to the tile floor, making a dull sound. On the surface of the card is engraved the word "Salary". The Emperor's eyes suddenly turned cold. The Queen Mother clutched the Buddha's rosary tightly. I asked: “What is this again?” The king's father lowered his voice: "The orders of the former Liangzhou army."

“After the rebellion in Liangzhou that year, there was still a group of remnants that had not been completely eliminated.”

“They lie in the capital to specialize in killing people.”

“Your mother investigated the origin of the poisoned wine, so she was killed.”

I looked straight at Khanh Vuong.

“So my mother's death has something to do with you?”

Khanh Vuong's face twitched.

“Myth.”

“Just based on a copper plate, a torn letter, do you want to condemn this king?”

The Crown Prince suddenly spoke.

“Father, this matter is too involved, I request you to thoroughly search Khanh Vuong's palace.”

Khanh Vuong turned around to look at the Crown Prince.

“Your Highness got rid of the relationship really quickly.”

The Crown Prince's eyes were extremely cold.

“Uncle Khanh Vuong, be careful what you say.”

Khanh Vuong burst out laughing. The laughter sounded strangely shrill.

“Be careful of what you say?”

"Your Eastern Palace of Contemplation is dead, do you think you are so clean?"

The Prince's face suddenly changed. Khanh Vuong took a step forward, seemingly turning his cards over.

“Your Majesty, I also have evidence.”

“What Han Chiem wrote in the blood letter is not completely a lie.”

"Kang Wang's palace actually hid the former subordinate of Luong Chau."

The king frowned.

“You lie.”

Khanh Vuong waved his hand.

“Bring him up here.”

Not far outside the palace gate, two guards escorted a bloody old man in. The old man had white hair and was wearing the clothes of the Khang Vuong palace's groom. I recognize him. He is Lao Luong — the oldest horseman in the royal palace. When I was young, I secretly rode a horse and fell down, so he carried me home. Father's face changed.

“Uncle Luong?”

Old Luong struggled to raise his head. His eyes scanned the crowd, stopping on people. In that look there was guilt, and also steadfast determination. Khanh Vuong said in a cold voice: "This person has been hiding in Khang Vuong palace for many years. His real identity is the remnants of the Luong Chau army."

“Brother Khang Vuong, are you still going to say you are innocent?”

Old Luong suddenly smiled. As soon as he laughed, fresh blood poured out of his mouth.

“The royal family is of course innocent.”

Khanh Vuong's face darkened. Old Luong suddenly struggled, threw away the guard, and rushed towards me. Just as I was about to step back, he stuffed a bloody cloth package into my hand. The next second, An arrow from an organ hidden in his sleeve broke through the wind and flew out from behind the crowd. Lao Luong's chest shook violently, then he collapsed right in front of me. He grabbed my skirt tightly and whispered with his last breath.

“Prince.”

“Don't trust that piece of jade.”

"The word Liang really... is on the Crown Prince's body."