Chapter 3 — Reincarnation Protects the Lover

Trieu Hanh spread his hands in front of Tan Mong Dao's face and angrily shouted at me:

"Lieu contempt nhnh! You dare! This is An Quoc public palace! I am your husband! Do you still have this husband in your eyes?"

“husband?”

I slowly walked in front of him, raised my head to look at his face. He is half a head taller than me. At this moment, he was glaring at me from above, his eyes were red, the blue veins on his forehead were bulging, and he looked like he wanted to devour someone. In the dream, after I was poisoned to death, not only did he not investigate the truth, he did not even shed a single tear. The next day, he immediately welcomed Tan Mong Dao into the palace. On the third day, he changed the last name of his stepdaughter. On the fourth day, he sent someone to clean out my daughter's house so that Tan Mong Dao and her daughter could move in. My daughter cried and said she didn't want it, so he locked her up for three days without food or water.

“summon action.”

I called his name, my voice was very soft, so soft that only he heard it.

“You stay away, I can spare you one life.”

His whole body shook, he looked at me in disbelief. I didn't say any more unnecessary words to him, I raised my hand and waved:

“chop deep, attack.”

Chu Tram didn't say a word and pushed Zhao Xing aside. Although Trieu Hanh is a man, he is just a civil servant with an untied cock. How can he fight against the fierce general who once rolled among the mountains of corpses and seas of blood like a cypress tree? He was pushed so much that he staggered and fell to the ground. Tan Mong Dao lost cover, screamed in panic, turned around to run, but was pulled back by Chu Ngan's hair.

"Summons! Summon, save me!"

Tan Mong Dao cried until her heart was torn apart, struggling desperately. Her hair was messy, her silver hairpin fell to the ground, and she looked extremely miserable. The little girl wearing a yellow shirt next to her cried loudly in fear, rushed to hug Tan Mong Dao's legs, crying and calling "mother". Trieu Hanh got up from the ground, stumbled forward, but was held tightly by two guards. He struggled desperately, screaming at me:

"Lieu contemptuously! She's your cousin! She's your cousin! How can you be so cruel?"

“My cousin?”

I turned my head to look at him, smiling coldly.

"How come I didn't know that my father had a daughter outside? Trieu Hanh, are you confused? My father only had one daughter, me, and he's already dead."

“die by my sword.”

“Have you forgotten?”

Zhao Hanh's face immediately turned pale. My father was once a general in the northern region. Before and after he married up to one hundred concubines. Even so, I still don't know enough, spending most of my time lingering in the Thanh Lau brothel every day. At that time, my mother was infected with a dirty disease, and in the end, she died in one body and two lives, taking my unborn brother with her. When the cruel slaves invaded, their atmosphere was fierce and they killed many people along the way. My father did not care about the safety of the people, only worried about gathering gold, silver and jewels, intending to take his favorite concubines and escape. I held the long sword and walked in front of him. He was filled with impatience and said:

"Even if you women are captured by evil slaves, at best you will only give birth and raise children for them. Unlike us men, your life will be in danger. So I absolutely will not lead you away.”

Before he finished speaking, I stabbed the long sword straight into his heart. Then I searched his body and took out the command token. I told the entire military government that the only way to escape was to die, rather than living and dying with the people of the entire city. After that, I led the army and the people to fight against the tyrants. During that time, several of my father's concubines still wanted to escape and were beheaded by me. The Huns were beaten back, and I, thanks to my identity as a female, achieved a glorious victory. From that moment on, I knew that God would probably always take care of me. Therefore, God will definitely take care of my daughter. Chu Tram pulled Tan Mong Dao out of the lobby door. The sunlight in the yard was blinding. Tan Mong Dao's pitiful screams penetrated through the door, each sound in a row, sharp and deafening. The guests in the hall had no blood left. The women were trembling, some covered their ears, some closed their eyes, but no one dared to make a sound. Trieu Hanh was held tightly by two guards, unable to move, only able to glare at me with red eyes. The screams in the yard became weaker and weaker. Finally, after a heavy sound of the staff, all was completely quiet. Chu quietly strode back in. There were a few drops of blood on his body, his face remained unchanged, he held his fist and said:

“The princess, has stopped breathing.”

“It's been hard. Go to the treasury room to receive your reward.”

I nodded, then turned to look at the action. He was no longer struggling, his whole body felt limp as if all his bones had been pulled out. I walked up to him, put my hand on his chin, forcing him to look up at me.

"Are you heartbroken?"

I smiled and asked. He didn't say anything, tears quietly flowed down.

“Don't cry yet.”

I let go, turned around and walked to the pile of broken stone, using the tip of my foot to push away a few pieces of rock on the ground.

“I said just now, this research is a fake. Trieu Hanh, tell me, where is the real stone?"

His body suddenly stiffened.

"If you don't say it, I also know."

I squatted down, picked up a piece of broken marble like a piece of porcelain, and held it up to the light to look through.

“The long-life crane stone that your mother left behind has been given to someone else by you. To give to the daughter that the woman just gave birth to, right?"