Chapter 9 — On the big wedding day, he went to celebrate his birthday and refused to come back, so I immediately broke off the engagement

“That old man…”

“Ten years ago, he embezzled military salaries and money to make winter cotton shirts for generals and soldiers at the border.”

“Total…”

“Up to 100,000 taels of silver!”

“That year…”

"The Emperor respected the merits of the Tran Quoc Cong Palace's ancestors..."

“That's why we pushed this matter down.”

“Now…”

“If he had pierced the sky with his own hands…”

“So this old case…”

“It's time to open it up so people can see the light.”

I looked at that thick file. Gently clap your hands. Then laughed coldly.

“A wise mother.”

“The crime of lese majeste…”

“Plus the crime of embezzling military provisions.”

“This time…”

“Even if Dai La Kim Tien descends to earth…”

“It is absolutely impossible to save their entire family.”

The court session the next day. That heavy file... Was personally presented to the emperor's court right before the royal court by the royal historian of the Chief Princess faction. The Emperor looked at each terrifying number in the file. Remembering the incident where the Tham family recently had the audacity to fabricate military affairs. So many new and old grudges... In that moment, it completely exploded.

“Insolent!”

“Tham Thuong... is truly a national pirate!”

"I didn't expect that he even had a record of harming the country and the people like this!"

The emperor was extremely angry. On the contrary, he laughed. Right at the royal court... He threw the royal pen down hard.

“Command the Tam Phap Ty!”

“Immediately search the entire Trung Tin Ba palace!”

“Shen Thuong embezzled military provisions!”

“The unforgivable sin!”

“Strip all titles and officials!”

“The entire Tham family had their heads cut off?”

“That's still too light for them!”

“I want Tham Thuong!”

“Tham Ky Tu!”

“With all the men who grew up within the three families of the Tham family…”

“They were all exiled to Ninh Co Thap!”

“Wear armor as a slave!”

“Forever and ever…”

“Never return to the capital!”

“And all the female relatives…”

“Everyone is happy to be a mandarin!”

“Exile to the border to do hard work!”

Thunder or rain... They are all royal grace. Once the doors of royal power were completely opened. What awaits the Tham family... is truly... A true disaster that destroys the clan. That same afternoon the holy decree was given. The Forbidden Army and Cam Y Ve once again looked like evil gods... Kicking open the big gate of the Tham family. There was no longer any chance of a turnaround. Tham Thuong was dragged straight down from the hospital bed. No one paid attention to the fact that he was still sick. They directly placed a heavy iron shackle around his neck. Mrs. Tham was so scared that she urinated on the spot. Being dragged out like a pig.

“Your Majesty spare me!”

“Your Highness, the Princess, spare your life!”

Lady Tham's pitiful screams... unceasingly echoed throughout the sky of the capital. But this time, even the common people who were just watching the excitement stayed far away, afraid that they would accidentally be implicated in this kind of serious crime that deserved to be beheaded. Tham Ky Tu was pinned to the ground by two Cam Y Ve men and forced to wear a set of iron chains cast from biopsies on his feet. That heavy weight completely crushed his arrogant spine.

"Go! Hurry up and go!"

The officials escorting prisoners into exile simply don't care how noble your status was before. An aggressive and powerful stick He whipped Tham Ky Tu's back hard, hitting him until his skin was cracked and his flesh was bleeding. Ninh Co Thap. That was the coldest and harshest northern region of the Dai Ky Dynasty. For every prisoner exiled there, nine out of ten people could not return alive. They are no longer the National Duke. Also no longer the Crown Prince. They are just a bunch of mandarins who have been deprived of all political status, a lower class that is even more miserable than the beggars on the street. Because beggars at least still have freedom, and they can only live the rest of their lives under endless days of forced labor and never-ending whippings. There is no romantic revenge. There is also no miracle counterattack in the middle of a dead end. A cold wind blew, and on the main road outside the capital, a long group of exiled prisoners was moving forward step by step. Tham Ky Tu's hair was messy, his face was disheveled, and his ankles had been grinded by rough iron shackles to the point where flesh and blood mixed together.