Chapter 7 — Receiving Seven Envelopes for Help, I Alone Stormed into the Royal Palace

Having said that, I won't say any more. There are some words, saying once is enough. The Emperor stepped in front of me.

“If I were to behead you right now, would you regret it?”

I thought for a moment. His eyebrows moved slightly. We continue:

“Regret because I only gave you two whips.”

The prison was as silent as death. The good prisoner standing next to him almost dropped the lamp. The Emperor looked at me. Suddenly laughed softly. That smile was not happy at all. On the contrary, it was like I was so angry that I burst out laughing.

“Why did the Shen family raise a daughter like you?”

"My father passed away early, my mother didn't have time to manage it, and my brother couldn't manage it."

“Later, when we reach the border, whoever has a strong fist will have a say.”

“So I was raised wrongly.”

The Emperor looked at me for a long time.

“You should not return to the capital.”

“If I don't return, Tham Nghien Chu will not survive this winter.”

He did not object. A moment later, he said:

“I will thoroughly investigate Truong Lac palace.”

“What happens after the investigation is complete?”

“Handle according to the law.”

I smiled softly.

“Is the princess also following the law?”

The Emperor's eyes stopped on my face.

“You don't believe me?”

“I believe in the results.”

“Tomorrow the Queen Mother will summon Tham Nghien Chu.”

My face immediately changed.

“What do you mean?”

“Truong Lac cried to Tho An Palace.”

“The Queen Mother was furious.”

“People who want to see Tham Nghien Chu also want to see you.”

I stood up. The iron shackles under his feet rang softly.

“It's okay to meet me.”

“Don't let the Queen Mother meet her brother alone.”

The Emperor looked at me.

“Are you giving me orders?”

“God is reminding you.”

“My brother is afraid of them.”

"So scared that even before the wound was bandaged, he knelt down and admitted his fault."

"As long as the Queen Mother cries and Truong Lac causes chaos, he will most likely take all the blame on himself."

The Emperor said nothing. We take one step forward.

“Your Majesty, if you really want to restore justice to him, then don't let him face those people alone anymore.”

The Emperor's eyes wavered slightly. He turned to instruct the housekeeper:

“Send word to the heavenly palace.”

“Tomorrow to Tho An Palace, Tham Nghien Chu and Tham Thanh Duong will go together.”

The inner servant quickly took orders. I breathed a sigh of relief. The Emperor looked at me again.

“But now you are a god of sin.”

“Even the gods of sin know how to walk.”

“You injured me.”

“I remember.”

“If the Queen Mother met you, she might not let you walk out alive.”

"I also want to see who Truong Lac's temperament was learned from."

The Emperor stared at me.

“Shen Qingtang.”

"Tomorrow at Tho An palace, if you dare to swing the whip again, I won't be able to hold you back."

I bowed my head and looked at my empty hand. The whip has long been confiscated.

“Tomorrow I will not use the whip.”

The Emperor slightly twitched his eyebrows.

“So what do you use?”

I seriously thought for a moment.

“It remains to be seen whether they are reasonable or not.”

The next day, it was not yet dawn, and someone had already arrived outside the dungeon. The maid, carrying a clean outfit, stood in front of the prison door without daring to enter.

“Captain Shen, His Majesty sent a servant to take you to take a bath and change your clothes.”

I glanced at that outfit. Blue uniform. Material is very good. Unfortunately it's too new. Wearing it doesn't look like me.

“Where is my armor?”

Corner of mouth The maid gave a jerk.

“That old armor was stained with blood, dirty and torn.”

"Your Majesty said, when you go to Tho An Palace to meet the Queen Mother, you must not be rude."

I stood up.

“I wore that same armor to whip His Majesty.”

"If the Queen Mother wants to see the weapon, wearing new clothes is not sincere enough."

The maid almost knelt down. In the end, he still brought the old armor to me. The old armor has been cleaned. The blood stain faded a bit. But the tear is still there. I put on my armor and then stepped out of the dungeon. On the palace road, the cold wind blew loudly. The little housekeeper followed behind me, every two steps he secretly glanced at me. It's like I'm afraid I'll whip someone in the middle of the street. When we arrived at the heavenly palace, my brother was already waiting there. He changed into clean clothes and his face looked a little better than last night. But that so-called improvement is just like a candle that was about to go out and suddenly lit up again. Seeing me still wearing armor, he frowned slightly.

“Why don't you change your clothes?”

“This set is dirty.”

His face immediately turned pale.

“Don't make any moves today.”

I look at him.

“Do you also know fear?”

He said softly:

“I'm afraid you'll die.”

I reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

“Then you stand firm.”

"Don't just see the Queen Mother and Truong Lac and make your spine bend down."

His eyes trembled slightly. Again I said:

“They are not heaven.”

“Even if it were the sky, it would fall and hit me first.”

My brother's eyes were red again.