Chapter 18 — Past Fairness Restored

“No one is allowed in!” The army stopped her. She screamed and struggled, the jade hairpin on her head fell to the ground. I stood outside the door, looking at the room filled with precious dresses. Each set is so delicate that it doesn't look like anything in the human world. During the first half of the year when I returned to the palace, I always wore old clothes she picked out. She said the old clothes were soft, afraid that the new clothes would scratch my skin. Thi Lieu immediately praised her for her understanding. Then we really believe. Now that I think back, I just feel pitiful. Ta Tam Lang seemed to see what I was thinking and suddenly reached over with his sleeve. “She looked.” I was stunned. “Look at what?” “My sleeves are mended seven times.” “Aunt Dao patch.” “The needle line is askew, but solid.” Aunt Dao immediately scolded: "Who do you say patched the patch?" Ta Tam Lang immediately corrected his words. “It's my arm that's growing crookedly.” I couldn't help but laugh. That bit of pain was gently brushed away by him. Very quickly, in the embroidery room, I found a wooden box in a secret compartment. The word Lam is engraved on the box. As soon as he saw it, Tham Bao Chau's whole body went limp. “Don't touch!” “That's mine!” The commander of the military offered a wooden box to Ta Tam Lang. Ta Tam Lang did not accept it, instead he turned his hand and gave it to me. “Hers.” My fingertips trembled. The wooden box is very old, with knife marks on the edges. There is no gold or silver inside. There was only a yellowed envelope, a broken brooch, and half a thin notebook. The handwriting on the letter is sharp, but the last line is a bit shaky. My daughter Duong Am, if you read this letter, I hope you have grown up safely. My tears immediately fell. I haven't even read it yet. Just those four words. Daughter of Duong Am. It turns out my name was given by my mother. It's not like the Marquis chose it arbitrarily. It wasn't that Lieu Thi frowned and called out. But there was someone in the fire of war who, before dying, wrote to me line by line. I pressed the letter to my chest and didn't speak for a long time. Ta Tam Lang stood next to him, rarely silent. Aunt Dao turned back and wiped her tears. The old eunuch sent by His Majesty said in a low voice: "Miss, the notebook must be brought to the palace." I nodded. “I know.” But just as the army was about to seal the book, the bottom of the wooden box suddenly made a clicking sound. A small needle shot out from the side of the box, straight into my wrist. Ta Tam Lang suddenly reached out to block him. The small needle stabbed into his palm. His face turned white, but he still smiled at me. "No problem." “It hit the wrong person.” Immediately after that, the color of his lips quickly turned blue. The commander of the forbidden army shouted in alarm: "There is poison on the needle!" 18 My mind makes a loud noise and goes blank. Ta Tam Lang still wanted to speak but his body was shaking. I quickly helped him. His hand was very cold, the black needle in his palm, drops of blood oozing out. “Ta Tam Lang.” My voice trembled so unlike me. “Don't say it.” He leaned against the door, still wanting to laugh. “Not saying anything is a bit difficult.” “I have many bad habits.” “Unspoken words will cause a fight in the stomach.” My tears fell on the back of his hand. “You shut up.” He immediately nodded obediently. "Okay." After a beat, he whispered again: "I'll be quiet, but don't cry." “She just cried, I want to comfort her.” “But now I don't have much to say.” "Fear of coaxing is not good." The royal physician was quickly invited. The Embroidery House of the Marquis Palace was in chaos. Tham Bao Chau was pressed to the ground by the army, the last bit of blood on his face was gone. “Not me.” “I didn't know there were organs in the box.” “I really don't know.” Aunt Dao rushed forward and wanted to kick
Like her. “You don't know?” "I've been hiding things in your room for four years, don't you know that in just one sentence?" Lieu Thi cried in front of Tham Bao Chau. “Bao Chau was also taken advantage of by people.” Aunt Dao was so angry that her whole body was shaking. “If you say one more thing, I will scold you too.” “Duong Am almost lost her life, you protected her.” "The royal family was poisoned, you still protected her." “Does your heart grow crookedly or does it not exist at all?” Lieu Thi's face turned pale and she could no longer speak. I kneel next to Ta Tam Lang. The royal doctor cut his palm, releasing black blood. Ta Tam Lang felt so much pain that his forehead was covered in sweat, but he still looked up at me. “Duong Am.” “If I sleep for a while, don't be afraid.” I gritted my teeth. “You can't sleep.” He blinked slightly. “Then tell me something.” “Whatever.” "I won't sleep when I hear it." My mind is extremely chaotic. I remember three years ago he lay by the river, his forehead covered in blood. Remember the first sentence after waking up, he asked if we had food at home. I remember him chopping firewood every day, but he still arrogantly said that different shapes were not monotonous. I remember the night he kept watch in the yard, clearly afraid of the cold but still said he was looking at the moon. I choked up and said: "You still owe Aunt Dao a jar of water." He laughed. "Correct." “I still owe the village chief two bundles of firewood.” “I owe Aunt Luu's chicken a compliment.” “Yesterday that chicken seemed to have laid two eggs.” “Very spirited.” I cry harder. But he slowly closed his eyes. “Duong Am.” “I still owe you a wedding.” My heart feels like it's being squeezed hard. “Ta Tam Lang!” The doctor said urgently: "Miss, stay away." "Dangerous toxicity, need acupuncture immediately." Ta Tam Lang was carried onto a soft bed. I stood aside, my hands were covered in his blood. The blood was so bright that my eyes hurt. Tham Bao Chau is still crying. “I really don't know.”