Chapter 9 — On the Snowy Night of Bereavement, I Used the Golden Token of Immunity to Overturn the Whole Family

Phuc Bo used the tip of the knife he carried with him, and it was very easy to pry it open. We open the box. There was no gold, silver, or jewels inside, nor were there any precious objects in the city. There was only a stack of yellowed letters. Along with a small painting of a beauty, painted on white silk. We open the picture. The woman in the painting, her eyebrows and eyes are like a painting, her temperament is gentle, she is truly a rare beauty. When I look at that face, I always feel somewhat familiar. She... has seven or eight similarities with Lieu Nhu Yen. But between her eyebrows, there was a kind of cold, arrogant aura of a reader... This kind of aura, a weathered woman like Lieu Nhu Yen, could not imitate in any case. I picked up an envelope and read it. The handwriting on the letter... is Co Canh Minh's writing when he was young. But the content of the letter... left me stunned on the spot. The letter is filled with admiration and longing. But the way he addressed that woman... was not Lieu Nhu Yen.

“My cousin, Lam Lang.”

In my head, it was like something... exploded loudly. In a blink of an eye, I understood. All… we understand. Sister Lam Lang. Co Canh Minh's mother, and the wife of the current Thai Pho dynasty... were sisters. In the Thai Pho palace, there is indeed a talented young lady whose reputation throughout the capital is famous... Lam Lang. It's just that, seven years ago, it was also the year I married Co Canh Minh... She was hit by a cold wind... but her scent remained. It turns out that's the case. The person that Co Canh Minh loves... has never been Lieu Nhu Yen before. The person he loved... was his dead cousin, White Moon Light. As for Lieu Nhu Yen, it's just because she looks a bit like her... that she caught Co Canh Minh's eyes. She... is just a substitute. A laughable, pitiful substitute... from beginning to end, blinded in darkness. Because of such a substitute, Co Canh Minh... destroyed himself, killed his own son, and implicated the whole family. It's so wild to the extreme! It's ridiculous to the extreme! I held the painting, looked at the completely lost man on the ground, and suddenly burst out laughing. Laughed until tears came out. Co Canh Minh. Your whole life... is a joke from beginning to end! He looked at the painting in my hand, his face turned pale, his lips trembled... he couldn't say a word. I suppressed my laughter, step by step... walked towards him. I squatted down and brought the picture before his eyes. Using a voice... only the two of us could hear, gently but cruelly said:

“Husband, you can rest assured.”

“I won't burn it.”

“I will take it... carefully and hang it in my room.”

"I will look at it day and night... see how you have shunned your friends, separated your relatives, and failed miserably because of a substitute."

“After that, I will go find the best painter in the capital.”

"Tell him... to draw this painting, a thousand paintings, ten thousand paintings."

“I want to post them… in every corner of the capital, in all the brothel buildings.”

"I want the whole world to know... what the white moon light that Co Canh Minh was thinking about... actually looks like."

"I want to let even the meanest people... be able to face her portrait and freely discuss and examine her."

“I want to destroy her!”

“I want to let your ridiculous affection… turn into a show Laugh dirty, you will never be able to raise your head!”

(END OF PART 2)