Chapter 20 — Pregnant Exterior Forced to Confess, Queen Mother Only Says Two Words: Husband

"Truong Thi Lang just said, General Luc is just a martial artist, difficult to take on important responsibilities?"

I walked up to him, looked at him and asked.

“Yes… yes.”

He was so pressed by my aura that he could barely breathe.

“So in your opinion,” I continued to ask, “who can take on this responsibility?”

“This…”

Truong Khai hesitated, speechless. Because he simply doesn't have a suitable candidate. He simply objected out of protest.

“Is that you?”

I inquire.

“Can you ride a horse into battle?”

“Or maybe plotting a plan?”

“No… no… I don't dare.”

Truong Khai was afraid and knelt down.

“Don't dare?”

I curled my lips slightly, giving a cold smile.

"You don't even have the minimum responsibility, but you dare to stand in the middle of the court and criticize the meritorious deeds and decide on national affairs... what is the basis for that?"

I took a step forward, my eyes pressing straight down on him.

"Today, this palace said it clearly once, but only said it once."

My voice was not loud, but each word seemed to fall on the floor, resounding clearly throughout the main hall.

“Luc Thai, is the only marshal of this battle.”

“If anyone is not convinced... that's okay.”

I lifted my chin slightly, my eyes cold as knives.

“I personally set up military orders, put my life on the line, and led the troops to the border.”

"As long as you or anyone else can really repel the barbarians, this position of marshal will be personally handed over by this palace, without saying a word."

I stopped for a moment. His eyes swept over the entire court.

“But if you can't do it…”

My voice lowered, cold to the bone.

“Then use your head… to answer the world.”

One sentence ends. The whole main hall was dead silent. Those who were still protesting just now all bowed their heads, not even daring to breathe. Who dares to make fun of them? Truong Khai was so scared that there was no more blood left on his face, he fell limp on the ground, unable to say a word. I don't look at them anymore. But turned around and spoke to Luc Thai.

“Six General.”

"You don't need to worry about court matters."

“The palace and your majesty are here.”

“You just need to rest assured and go fight your battle.”

“Stretch out the national prestige of our Great Liang.”

“Defeat my Great Liang's soul army.”

Luc Thai looked at me. His eyes were filled with gratitude and admiration. He solemnly bowed to me.

“The general's fate!”

"This trip, if you don't destroy Lau Lan, you won't come back!"

The next day, Luc Thai said goodbye to his brother, led the 100,000 army that had just gathered in the capital, and aggressively headed towards the North. I did not follow a large army on a grand expedition. He only led the remaining team of elite guards with him, and secretly recruited a number of new people - all of them from a gangster background, skilled in tracking, hiding and transmitting information. Among them, we especially have a few men who are good at training falcon dogs, using falcons as eyes and ears in the air, and as messengers to deliver news. From then on, I and my team were like a shadow under the sun. Not too close to reveal your whereabouts, nor too far to lose track. Luc Thai always knows where I am. Sometimes hidden behind, sometimes next to, sometimes ahead. If you want to see how I behave with the eagle

“I told you, Luc Thai cannot handle the situation!”

Military Secretary Truong Khai stood in the middle of the court, pretending to be sad and noble tone.

“Hundreds of thousands of troops, nearly half of them were lost in one battle!”

"Is this going to fight the enemy? It's clearly bringing soldiers to die!"

"Your Majesty, please immediately dismiss the commander and choose another talented person, otherwise you will be in danger!"

As soon as his words ended, many people stood up to join in. The court once again fell into chaos. The war report from the capital, followed by horsemen day and night, traveling thousands of miles, was delivered to me right in front of the front line army. In the letter, the situation at the court had become a mess. The royal brother was surrounded by the courtiers, words were exchanged, and he was forced to the point where his head hurt as if it was about to split. Although he still believed in Luc Thai, the loss in the first battle was so heavy that he began to waver. At the end of the letter, he only asked me one question:

"Should I continue to believe, or should I immediately change my husband?"