Chapter 8 — Pregnant Exterior Forced to Confess, Queen Mother Only Says Two Words: Husband

She desperately argued.

"It's... the doctor misdiagnosed... it must have been the wrong diagnosis..."

"This old man has been a doctor for thirty years and has never made a mistake."

Doctor Sun's voice was as strong as nails.

"The number of months of the fetus is absolutely impossible to be wrong!"

Lieu Van Nhi's last hope was completely crushed. She fell limply to the ground, her eyes were empty, as if her soul had been drained out. At this moment, an even more dramatic scene occurred. Outside the palace, the sound of rapid footsteps could be heard. A person who shouldn't have appeared here, carrying dust and fatigue, barged in. It's Tham Thanh Ha. He's not dead. Hasn't he already committed suicide? I suddenly stood up, my eyes filled with surprise and disbelief. Why did he appear here? Shouldn't he be in the graveyard? It turned out that everything was fake... only " " was real. Tham Thanh Ha rushed into the main hall, saw me at a glance, and also saw Lieu Van Nhi lying on the ground with Doctor Ton standing next to him. Obviously, he still didn't know what happened, just stared at me with bloodshot eyes.

"Chieu Duong! You are truly an evil woman!"

He screamed, intending to rush towards me. But he had just taken two steps when he heard Thai Ton's words ring out like a verdict.

“…this pregnancy… is clearly almost eight months old!”

Tham Thanh Ha's footsteps suddenly stopped. His whole body stiffened in place. On his face, first was bewilderment, then doubt, and finally endless horror and anger. He slowly, little by little, turned his head to look at Lieu Van Nhi lying on the ground. Those eyes seemed to want to devour her and tear her apart.

“Eight months…?”

He repeated this number hoarsely.

"Van Nhi, what does the doctor say... what does it mean?"

"Tell me! What is the meaning of this!"

He walked towards Lieu Van Nhi step by step, like a fierce beast about to go crazy. The air in the whole room seemed to freeze. A bigger storm is about to hit.

“General… I…”

Lieu Van Nhi looked at Tham Thanh Ha who was gradually approaching, so scared that her whole body trembled, she couldn't even say a complete sentence. Her eyes were filled with fear and despair. Tham Thanh Ha walked in front of her, squatted down, and squeezed her neck with one hand. He squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, a fierce light shooting out of his eyes, making people scared.

"This child! Who does it belong to?"

“Cough… cough…”

Lieu Van Nhi was squeezed by him until she couldn't breathe, her face was as red as pig liver. She desperately patted Tham Thanh Ha's arm, but it was completely useless.

“Let her go.”

I coldly opened my mouth.

“Let her die so easily. Isn't it too convenient for her?”

My words made Tham Thanh Ha's movements slow down a bit. He turned his head and looked at me with bloodshot eyes. In those eyes, besides hatred, there was another layer of complex emotions. There was humiliation, there was anger, there was also a hint of... pleading. He asked me to tell him that all of this is not true. It's just a pity that reality, compared to his imagination, is even more cruel. He slowly, loosened his grip. Lieu Van Nhi fell limply to the ground, coughing violently, gasping for air.

“Liu Van Nhi.”

I walked in front of her, looking down at her from above.

“This palace gives you one last chance.”

“Right in front of you The general you love, tell me clearly about the good things you have done, one by one."

"If not, the palace doesn't mind letting you try each of the eighteen types of instruments of Dai Ly Temple."

My voice doesn't carry any heat. Lieu Van Nhi's body suddenly trembled. You know, I'm absolutely not joking. She raised her head and glanced at Tham Thanh Ha's pale face and murderous eyes. Look again at me, the one who holds your life and death in your hands. The last line of defense in her heart completely collapsed.

“I said… I said…”

She lay on the ground, crying until she couldn't make a sound.

"It's... it's my cousin's..."

“We… before the general went on the expedition, we… were together…”

"I found out I was pregnant, I was afraid that someone in my family would beat me to death, just in time... the general sent a letter saying he missed me..."

"That's why... that's why I... came up with this method, wanting to put the child... on the general's head..."

"I think, as long as I can enter the princess's palace and give birth to a child, from now on... I will be able to enjoy a lifetime of glory and wealth..."

She interrupted, telling the whole truth of the matter, sentence by sentence. Each word was like a resounding slap, fiercely landing on Tham Thanh Ha's face. He stood there, motionless, like a stone statue. The color on his face gradually receded, becoming as white as paper. The feelings that he was always proud of, the feelings for which he did not hesitate to oppose the royal power, even burying the entire family... It turned out that from beginning to end, it was all just a meticulously arranged game. He is not a beloved hero. He's just a stupid person, raising his children for someone else. A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out from his mouth, splashing onto the cold ground, like a strange rose blooming.