Chapter 11 — On the Snowy Night of Bereavement, I Used the Golden Token of Immunity to Overturn the Whole Family

I have been married to the Gu family for seven years, has this aunt ever really "worried" about me marrying her once? It's just that now the Gu family has collapsed, chaos has spread throughout the capital, and the reputation of the Thai Pho palace is somewhat untenable.

“Miss, this card…”

“Answer her.”

My voice had no hesitation.

"Tell me I'm not feeling well, I'll close the door and refuse to receive guests."

Phuc Bo replied and prepared to leave. I called you back again.

“Send someone to investigate.”

"Investigate the story that my father died in battle that year, the Hua family army was scattered and regrouped, is it related to the Thai Pho palace or not?"

Phuc Bo's face suddenly changed.

“Miss, you are doubting…”

“I just suddenly remembered a few words my father said when he was alive.”

I looked into the distance, my eyes deep and cold. Father once said that the royal court looks calm and calm, but in reality the waves are rolling. The Hua family holds military power and is the master of high power, and has long been a thorn in the eyes and a thorn in the flesh of some people. And that year, the court advocated reducing military power and dividing the Hua family army. It was this great man who now had power over the court. At that time, we just thought it was a disagreement about politics. But now that I think about it, Co Canh Minh was able to take one step into the clouds, in just a few short years, from an anonymous candidate (a person taking the exam in the feudal examination system) to the position of Academician of Han Lam Institute. If there was no Thai Pho palace standing behind him to pave the way for him, how could this be possible? As for the Thai Pho Palace, why did it have to put so much effort into dealing with an outsider whose blood relationship was not too close? Unless, behind this, there is a transaction that we are not aware of. A transaction, using the glorious victory of my Hua family, and my father's life... in exchange. As soon as this thought arose, it was like a poisonous seed, madly taking root and sprouting in my heart. Phuc Bo's face also became extremely serious.

“I understand, old slave.”

"This matter is of great importance. This old slave will personally investigate."

Phuc Bo left. I was alone, standing in the yard for a long time. The wind and snow, I don't know when, started falling again. Tiny snowflakes hit my face, chilling me to the bone. Three days later, the old painter brought a new painting. As soon as the scroll was opened, I just looked at it and immediately held my breath. The woman in the painting is still Lam Lang's appearance. But those eyes... have changed. His eyes were flowing, full of charm. It was a kind of look that could captivate the soul of every man. Purity and charm, these two extreme opposites, perfectly harmonize on her face. So beautiful that it makes people wonder. It's so beautiful that it makes people feel dirty lust.

“Madam, are you satisfied?” The old painter smiled and asked.

I nodded and asked Thanh Hoa to double the royalties. I took this painting and hung it in the most visible position in my room. Right opposite the bed. I want to open my eyes every day and see it. I want to remind myself how cheap a man's so-called deep affection is... in the end. I sent Phuc Bo to find more than a dozen fallen painters. Tell them to take this painting as the original and copy it day and night non-stop. Phuc Bo doesn't understand.

“Miss, real person the desire to bring these paintings…”

I shook my head.

“Now is not the time.”

“Where is the biggest place to spend money in the capital?”

Phuc Bo thought for a moment and replied:

"It's 'Drunk Fairy Lau' in the south of the city."

"I heard there's a huge force behind it."

The corner of my lips curled into a cold smile.

“Wait until there are a thousand paintings.” "Remember that each picture must have a code name"

“Just bring everything to Tuy Tien Lau.”

“Tell their boss, I won't take any money from these paintings.”

“I only have one request.”

“I want him to hang these paintings in every corner of Tuy Tien Lau.”

"I want him to raise a new beauty, exactly like the one in the painting."

Phuc Bo's pupils suddenly shrank. He finally understood my intention. I don't want to ruin Lam Lang's reputation. I want to... Bring her back to life. In the most despicable of ways. I want Co Canh Minh to see with my own eyes. The person in his heart, that pure, inviolable white moon light... Will be turned into the kind of vile person who lets you toy with him and rotate between men's beds. I want him... I can't pray for life, I can't pray for death either. I want his spiritual world... to be crushed into ashes by my own hands, little by little. Time passed very quickly. In the blink of an eye it's already winter. In the Co palace, this giant prison, everything fell into a dead silence. Those once lofty people have long since ceased to look human. They became silent, numb, and withdrawn. Like a bunch of domesticated animals. Every day, the only thing they think about... is being able to eat one more bite of rice, one less beating.