Chapter 9 — My Ex-Husband Laughed at Me for Remarrying, Only on Wedding Night Did I Panic

But Tong Kieu Tri was forced on the ground and saw all that scene clearly. He was stunned at first, then his eyes suddenly widened and became bloodshot, as if he had just seen the most unbelievable and unacceptable thing in the world.

“Ly—Thua—Anh—!”

A furious roar, almost inhuman, burst out from his throat.

"You dare—! You bastard! Lam Huu Sam! I will kill you!"

I don't know where he got the strength, but suddenly he broke free from the two families holding him, like a completely angered crazy buffalo, baring his fangs and claws and rushing towards Lam Huu Sam, his fists pointed straight at his face.

"Careful!"

The family shouted in unison. But Lam Huu Sam just snorted coldly, gently pushed me aside, his steps changed slightly, easily avoiding that irregular punch, at the same time his right hand reached out like lightning, grabbed Tong Kieu Tri's wrist, twisted it and pulled hard.

"Crack" a soft sound echoed, accompanied by Tong Kieu Tri's suppressed groan of pain.

Lam Huu Sam's movements did not stop, his lower leg gently moved, his upper hand pulled. Tong Kieu Tri's whole body lost control and rushed forward, falling to the ground, his face hitting the floor hard, emitting a dull sound. Lam Huu Sam took the opportunity to kneel on his back, pressing him down, making him unable to move.

"I don't know how to measure myself." Lam Huu Sam's voice was cold, carrying undisguised contempt.

“Let the Marquis go!”

Another high-pitched scream rang out. A figure holding a long sword rushed in from outside the room door before it could be closed. The tip of the sword flashed with cold light, stabbing straight into Lam Huu Sam's back! It's Ta Nhiem Tinh! She actually came and brought weapons!

“Be careful, brother!” I exclaimed.

Lam Huu Sam didn't even turn around. The moment the sword tip was about to touch, his body tilted to one side at an unbelievable angle, as if there were eyes behind him. Ta Nhiem Tinh's powerful attack immediately missed, and his whole body rushed forward because of inertia. Lam Huu Sam took advantage of the situation and stood up, his hand as fast as electricity, and he tapped hard on Ta Nhiem Tinh's wrist holding the sword.

“Ah!” Ta Nhiem Tinh cried out in pain, the long sword left his hand.

Lam Huu Sam's toes kicked slightly, the sword flew to the side. At the same time, his other hand grabbed Ta Nhiem Tinh's other wrist, twisted it back, and his foot flicked it again. Before Ta Nhiem Tinh had time to react a second time, he followed in Tong Kieu Tri's footsteps. His hands were tightly twisted behind his back, forced face down on the ground, lying parallel to him, struggling unbearably. It all happened in the blink of an eye. By the time the family could react, the match was over. I stepped forward and picked up the sword that had been kicked into the corner of the wall. The sword was very light, the type used for women, but it had a cool, cold glow. I walked in front of Ta Nhiem Tinh who was being controlled, used the edge of my sword, neither too heavy nor too light, and patted her cheek. She suddenly raised her head, her eyes glaring at me with resentment.

"With just this bit of three-legged cat ability," I looked down at her, imitating Tong Kieu Tri's disdainful tone from before, "is it worthy of being called a secret guard? Is it worthy of being next to Marquis Vinh Ninh to 'protect' him?"

I stopped for a moment, my smile became extremely sarcastic.

“I see, the courage to climb up Your bed is much more powerful than this clumsy effort."

"No wonder being able to be 'loyal and devoted' while pregnant with your master's flesh and blood, is truly... 'devoted to duty'."

“You! Ly Thua Anh! I kill you!”

Ta Nhiem Tinh's eyes widened as if they were about to crack. Being humiliated by me almost made him crazy. He tried his best to struggle but could not move.

“Kill me?” I laughed coldly, used the tip of my sword to lift her chin, forcing her to look up at me."

“Just with this little bit of your bravery?”

"Ta Nhiem Tinh, your greatest skill, isn't it taking advantage of the man's drunkenness to climb into his bed, then holding the fetus of who knows whose it is, coming here to show off his power in front of me?"

"You talk nonsense! The child in my womb is the flesh and blood of Marquis!"

Ta Nhiem Tinh shouted, his face pale, but his voice was strangely sharp.

"Master! Listen! She... she is slandering me, slandering your flesh and blood!"

“Someone quickly tell her to let me go!”

“She wants to force us and our mother to death!”

She began to cry, with tears in her eyes, looking like she had suffered all the wrongs. When I look at her like that, I just feel extremely nauseous. Over the past three years, how many times have I been angered by this false face to the point of shaking? How many times have I shed tears in front of Tong Kieu Tri, only to be blamed by him for "making a fool of myself" and "not understanding things". Looking back now, it's really funny to the extreme.

"Enough." I interrupted her crying, her voice filled with disgust.

“Stop looking like that, no one wants to see it.”

I turned to Lam Huu Sam, he was coldly looking at the two people on the ground, without any heat in his eyes.

“Brother,” I said softly, “I'm tired, I don't want to see them anymore.”

Lam Huu Sam nodded, understanding what I meant. You already vaguely guessed what the "intent" I whispered in your ear was.

“Where are you?” Huynh commanded in a low voice.

Immediately a family came forward.

"Get a rope and tie up the two people who broke into the house with this nefarious intention, back to back, tied tightly."

The family was agile and quickly found a thick rope.

"You dare! I am Vinh Ninh Marquis!"

“Lin Huu Sam, you dare to insult a royal official, I will definitely file a report against you!”

Tong Kieu Tri was held tightly. Hearing that he wanted to tie him up, he became even angrier and cursed loudly.

“Insult?” Lam Huu Sam looked down at him, his eyes cold as ice.