Chapter 11 — Once I am reborn, I will not give him even a strand of hair

The old lady quickly interrupted them.

"Let's talk about the past later, Nghien Hanh's life is the most important."

"Thanh Tu, you have recognized this type of poison. There must be a way to help it last a few more days."

I replied faintly: Co Nghien Hanh's eyes moved slightly.

“What are the conditions?”

"Writing a letter of retirement... no, a letter of separation."

The old lady suddenly stood up.

"He got hit by a knife just to save me, but at this moment you forced him to break up?"

“That sword is not a shield for me.”

I walked in front of Co Nghien Hanh.

"I will only help him block his heart for two days. I will not get the antidote and will not go to Kunlun."

“If he agrees, I will use the needle now.”

"If you don't agree, then let Doctor Truong Thai continue to use ginseng to prolong his life."

Co Nghien Hanh did not look at his mother, just told Thach Thanh to bring paper and pen. His hand trembled constantly because of the pain. When he put the pen down, the ink spread out several times, but still each line and each word was clearly written. From now on, the two people who kissed and married were no longer related to each other. The old lady rushed forward and tried to steal the peace document, but he held her wrist tightly.

“Mother, this is what I owe her.”

I received the peace book, confirmed that the seal had no errors, and then opened the bag of silver needles to take with me. I did not use internal force, only selected seven acupuncture points to place the needles, then used ordinary medicinal soup to protect Co Nghien Hanh's internal organs. When the last needle fell, Co Nghien Hanh suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood, and inside rolled out a second golden needle with the medicinal inscription of the Khuong family engraved. Doctor Truong Thai picked up the golden needle and discovered that at the end of the needle there was also an extremely thin red thread.

“This needle has been in the body for less than half a day.”

“After the General returned to his palace, there were still people who attacked him again.”

The old lady looked in panic at the group of servants in Tung Hac Duong. At that moment, Tong Uyen Nhu slowly backed away, taking advantage of all eyes on the golden needle, turned around and ran straight towards Thinh Vu Cac. Thach Thanh was just about to chase after him when suddenly someone in the yard carried a body that had just been picked up from a shallow well. The dead person is Tong Uyen Nhu's missing close maid. Her hands were tied behind her back with rope, and in the hem of her shirt was hidden a piece of paper that had been soaked in well water until it was soft. I carefully opened the paper, vaguely realizing that the top was my father's pen. There was no list on the paper, no location of the secret vault, only a single warning that was hastily written down.

"Tu Nhi, absolutely do not give the Kun Luan jade to the Co family, your mother is still alive."

I raised my head to look at the human head I was holding in my arms, brought back from Bach Thao Duong. At that moment, the cloak wrapping the body suddenly slipped off, and a layer of human skin as thin as a cicada's wing slowly peeled off the rotten face. That face... It's not my mother at all. The thin layer of skin like a cicada's wing fell to the ground, covered in rotten black blood, the edge of the skin curled into a circle. I squatted down and used a silver needle to gently brush away the sticky hair from the dead man's temple. There are no burn scars behind her ears that her mother left when she was a child. I checked the dead man's teeth again, my fingertips tightening little by little. Beside The mother's teeth were missing one, but the body before her eyes had intact teeth.

"Someone deliberately found a woman with a similar figure, then used a mask to disguise herself as Mrs. Khuong."

Doctor Truong Thai carefully examined the mask, his expression extremely solemn.

“This mask was not just applied.”

“The deceased had been wearing it for at least half a year, the skin and flesh were stuck to the glue.”

I picked up the white jade brooch, the word "From" engraved on the end of the brooch was still as clear as before. The body is fake. But the brooch is real. Someone who had met his mother had also taken this old item from her hands.

“Is the writing on the paper trustworthy?”

Co Nghiem Hanh sat under the porch, the wound on his shoulder had stopped bleeding, but his voice was still extremely weak. I held the wet paper up to the light.

"When I put down my pen, my father always had the habit of focusing his strokes to the left. The last dotted line in the word 'Tu' was never connected to the notebook line."

“This warning letter was indeed written by the person himself.”

“If Lady Khuong is still alive, why hasn't she come back to look for you for the past seven years?”

The old lady asked impatiently, but there was not even half the joy in her eyes. I raised my eyes to look at her.

“Whether my mother has ever returned or not, does the old lady really not know?”

The book of reconciliation has been written, I don't need to call you mother anymore. The corners of the old lady's mouth stiffened slightly.

“How do I know about the Khuong family?”

“Half a year ago, my card belt was lost in Tung Hac Duong.”

"Today, the person impersonating Du Ma Ma is holding that card belt to enter the pharmacy."