Chapter 12 — Married to the Marquis Palace for Five Years, I Had Three Children in a Row

We can clearly hear the deafening sound of swords and swords colliding, along with the people's pitiful cries before death. Our Marquis Palace guards are all elites who followed their husbands out of the corpse field. But tonight's enemies... seem to be more numerous and more frantic.

“Protect the Marquis!”

Lam Phong, covered in blood, rushed in and knelt on one knee.

"Master! It's the Eastern palace guards, they've gone crazy!"

“Their people are too numerous, we can't fight anymore!”

Tieu Can Ngon's face instantly darkened. Guards of the Eastern Palace... Those are personal soldiers that only belong to the Crown Prince. He actually dared to send soldiers to surround the palace of a high-ranking marquis! This is treason!

“Nien So, go quickly!”

Tieu Can Ngon pushed me hard, pushing me towards the secret room.

“Listen!”

In his voice was an order that could not be disobeyed. At that moment, the courtyard door was smashed open by a huge force. More than ten black-clothed martyrs, holding long swords, rushed in like wolves and tigers. Their goal... is very clear. It's me... and the children behind me.

“Great arrival!”

Tieu Can Ngon shouted loudly, not retreating but advancing. The sword in his hand turned into silver lightning, facing battle. Sword light flashed, blood splashed. He alone, a sword, like an insurmountable god of war, stood in front of us. He stopped everyone who came. But people rushed in... more and more. One punch is difficult to defeat four hands. Very quickly, more wounds appeared on his body. Blood stained his robe red. My heart feels like it's being squeezed. I looked at his back fighting in blood, there was no longer fear in his eyes... only endless killing intent and determination. I slowly pulled out a golden brooch from my bun. I put the sharp tip... at my neck. Do you think you can use my life to threaten my husband? You are wrong. I Tham Niem Chu, I would rather have broken jade than healthy tile. If I die... I have to drag you to hell! My fingertips are cold. The golden brooch punctured the skin of my neck. A sharp pain came. I looked at my husband's back covered in blood... watched his body gradually succumb to protecting us. In my heart... there is no more fear. There is only absolute determination with the enemy... and cold calm.

“Stop!”

I shouted loudly, my voice was not high, but it echoed clearly throughout the chaotic room. Every movement... stopped. The black-shirted martyrs simultaneously turned their heads to look at me. In their eyes is greed as the mission is about to be completed. Tieu Can Ngon also turned around. He saw the brooch in my hand, saw the red blood on my neck. His eyes... instantly crumbled.

"Nien Chu! Don't!"

He screamed, his voice filled with unprecedented panic and despair. He seemed crazy, wanting to rush towards me. But the surrounding enemies were like maggots clinging to his body, tightly entwining him.

"His Royal Highness, I am Tham Niem Chu, here today, I swear on the life of the child in my womb."

My eyes pierced through the group of martyrs, as if looking straight at the mastermind behind the curtain.

“You dare to harm my husband, harm my child even a little bit.”

“I will make your Eastern Palace… buried with the entire Marquis Palace!”

"I turned into a ghost... and I won't let you go!"

My voice echoed in the quiet snowy night. Carrying bone-chilling coldness and resentment. Those martyrs... hesitated. Their mission is to capture us alive and use us threatened Tieu Can Ngon. But they didn't expect... me to be so tough. If I die... their mission will be a complete failure. But waiting for them... will be a punishment more terrifying than death. Right at that moment of struggle between life and death. Outside in the yard, suddenly the sound of horse hooves was heard, more neat, more dense. Next came a loud, earth-shattering scream.

"The Musketeers are here! All rebels... kill without mercy!"

That sound... like a divine weapon descending. I saw a team of soldiers wearing golden armor, like floodwaters pouring in from all directions. The long spears in their hands reflected cold light under the firelight. They train elitely and kill decisively. The group of Eastern Palace martyrs in front of them... were like chickens and dogs, unable to withstand a single blow. The situation... in an instant reversed. Horrible cries rang out continuously. Only this time... the ones who fell were those who were once extremely aggressive. A leading general quickly walked in front of Tieu Can Ngon and knelt on one knee.

“The late general coming to help, please forgive the Marquis!”

Tieu Can Ngon paid no attention to him. He threw down the sword in his hand, staggered step by step... walking towards me. Every step... is so arduous. On the ground... stretched a trail of blood. He walked up to me, raised his trembling hand, gently took the brooch in my hand, then threw it away fiercely. The brooch fell to the ground. He suddenly pulled me into his arms, hugging me tightly... so tight it was suffocating. As if wanting to blend me... into his bones and blood. His voice was hoarse.

“You scared me to death… do you know…”

I leaned in his arms, feeling the hot temperature from his body, hearing his rapid heartbeat. My nerves that had been tense all night... finally relaxed. Darkness is like a tide... rising. Before I completely lost consciousness, I seemed to see... At the gate of the courtyard, there was a familiar figure standing there.