Chapter 19 — Once I am reborn, I will not give him even a strand of hair

In the middle of the map, in his father's handwriting, was written a sentence.

“What is stored in the secret vault is not a cure, but a forbidden magic that makes the dead come back.”

Below the high platform, heavy footsteps suddenly sounded. A man wearing plain clothes embroidered with dragon patterns slowly walked out of the dark gate. Cong Cong Hoa followed behind and knelt down respectfully. The old lady stopped struggling, raised her head and smiled at the person who had just arrived.

“Your Majesty, the second person you have been looking for... the reincarnated one... has finally appeared.”

The gloomy blue light of the firelight shone on the hem of the shirt embroidered with dragon patterns, and the sound of iron cages being unlocked continued to echo all around. The Emperor slowly stepped onto the high platform, his eyes glanced past Co Nghien Hanh, stopping on the notebook in my hand.

“Show me the map.”

I put the notebook in my sleeve.

"Your Majesty is looking for someone to be reborn, do you also want to live again?"

The Emperor's footsteps stopped, a cold light appeared in his eyes.

“I just don't want to hand over the country to useless people.”

“As long as the Kunlun forbidden technique is true, I will be able to sit in this position forever.”

Co Nghien Hanh used his knife to steady his body and stood in front of me.

“So the secret military trade seven years ago was also tacitly approved by Your Majesty?”

"Every year the border consumes so much silver, what is the value of the deaths of tens of thousands of generals?"

The Emperor looked at him calmly.

"The Co family's glory today is all thanks to my grace."

The last bit of respect in Co Nghien Hanh's eyes completely disappeared. The old gods in the iron cages heard those words and simultaneously grasped the iron bars. An old man with white hair and beard shouted loudly:

“The 170,000 military provisions in Tay Canh that year were also swapped by you!”

The Emperor never turned back. However, Cong Cong Hoa took out a bronze bell from his sleeve and gently shook it. All the people in the iron cage immediately held their heads, painfully hitting the ground. The blue veins on their wrists spread upward at the same time, as if countless small insects were crawling under their skin. I suddenly smelled an unusually strong scent of bitter medicine in the air.

“In lamp oil there is medicine.”

I immediately pulled down my coat and extinguished the two nearest lights.

“Everyone, hold your breath!”

Cong Cong Hoa shook the bronze bell one more time. Co Nghien Hanh pulled out his knife and slashed straight at the bell. Cong Cong Hoa leaned away and shot out a few silver needles from his sleeve. I pulled Co Nghien Hanh back, the silver needles grazed his arm and then crashed into the stone pedestal. The Emperor looked at me, his expression still calm as before.

"I was able to come back because in my previous life I drank Kun Luan's Tu Menh Dan, and before I died, I was also penetrated by the medicinal energy of Xuyen Cot Duc."

"The Khuong family's bloodline can endure forbidden magic. You are the person I have been waiting for for many years."

My fingertips slightly stopped. Before I died in the villa in the west of the city, I continuously took medicine given to me by the old lady for several months. At that time, I always thought that the Co family just wanted to make me sick and weak, so that I no longer had the strength to escape. Now that I think back, those medicines were originally meant to test one's life mine. The old lady pulled away from Co Nghien Hanh, took the dark red medicine bottle and retreated to stand next to the Emperor.

“After it died in its previous life, a clear light flashed under the pharmacy room.”

“The old man immediately knew that the Khuong family's forbidden magic was not a legend.”

The Emperor held out a hand.

“Khuong Thanh Tu, hand over the map, I can spare your parents.”

“They have been tortured for seven years. Your Majesty's forgiveness is probably too late.”

“Then exchange it for Co Nghiem Hanh's life.”

The Emperor glanced at the man's chest full of black veins.

"The medicinal properties in his body have been pushed to the limit. If it weren't for the medicine in my hand, he wouldn't be able to last half an hour."

I never looked at Co Nghien Hanh.

“His life or death has nothing to do with me.”

The Emperor slightly raised his eyebrows.

"If you really don't care, then why did you help him hold his wound just now?"

“Because if he falls in front of the granary, he will be in my way.”

Co Nghien Hanh laughed softly, but more black blood flowed out from the corner of his lips.

“Your Majesty has heard clearly.”

"The person who used me to threaten her chose the wrong pawn."

The Emperor's face finally darkened. He gently raised his hand to signal, and from the dark gate immediately poured out more than ten guards holding crossbows. All sharp arrows simultaneously pointed downwards below the high platform. The opportunistic worker Hoang rushed straight towards me, with five fingers grabbing the notebook hidden in his sleeve.