Chapter 15 — People risked their lives to save, but wanted to marry my sister to show gratitude

The mother pushed away the officer escorting her, rushed forward, cried and called out:

"Girl! Baby! My baby!"

“Originally... I couldn't keep it.”

Truong Van Noan laughed miserably. She kept raising her head to look at Co Can Nhien, her blood-stained hands reaching out towards him.

"Husband!"

She is still the daughter-in-law of the Co family. Still Co Can Nhien's wife. In her belly... There is still his child. Before everyone's eyes, Co Can Nhien could only get off his horse and go over to see the situation. I saw Truong Van Noan grab him. Every word was tinged with blood, she asked:

"Are you really that cruel? Even my family... you won't let go?"

Co Can Nhien was silent. A moment later... He only uttered one sentence:

“The royal destiny is difficult to disobey.”

“Let me give you a sentence that is difficult to obey... Ha ha ha...”

Truong Van Noan smiled sadly. Tears fell onto my hands. Blood and tears mixed together. Again, it creates a strangely tragic look. Truong Van Noan shouted loudly:

“Co Can Nhien, I really regret loving you!”

Right after that... There was the sound of a blade piercing flesh. Co Can Nhien couldn't believe it and lowered her head to look down at her chest. On Truong Van Noan's face was a cruel look. His eyes were filled with hatred. She had brought a dagger. She's crazy. From the beginning... She held the determination to melt all the stones.

“You… you dare…”

Co Can Nhien pushed her away hard, intending to stand up and retreat. Truong Van Noan pulled out the hairpin from his head and continued stabbing. Co Can Nhien raised his hand to block. The brooch goes straight through the palm of the hand. Then plugged it straight into... Co Can Nhien's.

“Ah ah ah ah!!!”

A pitiful cry rang out. Mixed with crazy laughter, Truong Van Noan's torn net was determined to kill. I quietly watched this play. Then bow your head. We must be happy. I have constantly provoked Truong Van Noan. The relationship between them was constantly broken. Makes Truong Van Noan hate him. It's because I waited until today. Because I want all of them... to not be able to live in peace. But... This moment. I couldn't laugh anymore. I bow my head. A tear fell silently onto the back of her hand. I raised my hand to wipe it away. Only then did I realize... My whole face was wet. There is a sadness in our hearts that is hard to put into words. I just want to cry loudly. I have been liberated. I have freedom. Why is it so heartbreaking? If the father is not greedy for vain glory. If they can accommodate my mother and son. In this world... There are no two words "what if". Truong Van Noan is dead. She died because of difficulty giving birth. Co Can Nhien is also dead. That knife pierced the heart. Even the gods cannot save him. The Old Man and the Old Lady wanted to keep the baby in Truong Van Noan's womb. That is the only flesh and blood of the Co family. But... It was all in vain. During her pregnancy, she worried too much. Another intense emotional ups and downs. In the end... Mom and I couldn't keep it anymore. His father was sentenced to exile. The day they left for exile... was also the day my mother and Tieu Hoan left the capital. They wear shackles and shackles. Gray appearance. All his life his father had been plotting and scheming. In the end... It all turned into nothing. In this world... There is indeed retribution. It is his retribution. I thought my mother would be in pain heart, but he just calmly put all the letters he had brought into the charcoal pot and burned them all.

"Keeping it is just a disaster. It's better to burn it all." The person spoke softly.

The look of relief and liberation on my mother's face was completely unlike any pretense. Only then did a spark of joy truly rise in my heart. Tieu Hoan stood next to me happily holding all the jewelry, brooches and jewels that Co Can Nhien had previously given me. In the future, all of these things will be the capital for my mother and son to settle down and settle down. The sound of horses' hooves took us out of the alley, to the beginning of the alley, where the uncle had brought along his grandfather and grandmother, waiting very early. They came to take my mother and son home. When the carriage passed by Earl Van Chieu's palace, the large gate was hung with white silk strips. Through that white color, we seem to see the scene from many years ago, for a moment it only seems like a lifetime ago. That year I was only 10 years old, not enough to eat, not enough to wear, it wasn't until my face gradually grew older that my father had another idea.