Chapter 19 — Royal Regret

But like a needle piercing the face Tieu Thua Canh likes to hide the most. He didn't speak for a long time. I took Tieu Nghien to the carriage. When the curtain fell, I saw Tieu Thua Canh standing in place, his expression complicated. Xuan Dao sat next to him, muttering softly. "I didn't need it before, but now I want to pick up what's available." Tieu Nghien said nothing. I know that his heart is not unmoved. What child doesn't want to be loved by his father? It's just that he understood too early, there was love behind the price already written. After returning to the palace, Tieu Thua Canh ordered someone to deliver a box of jade pendants and a book of palace records of a famous master. Tieu Nghien still accepted as usual and said thanks. The next day, he still went to school with Mr. Co, without taking another step to the front of the hospital. After hearing about the spring banquet, Lieu Nhu Mi got sick again. Tay Thien Vien reported that she coughed up blood at night. Tieu Thua Canh went there. Go once and stay until morning. Xuan Dao's anger was not light. "The prince is still trapped by her two tears." I am choosing fabric to make a new winter shirt for Tieu Nghien. "He can go wherever he wants." "Now that he has come to Lieu Nhu Mi hospital, I am at peace." Xuan Dao thought for a moment and then smiled. "That's right." "If he doesn't come, our little prince will be less upset." Days passed like that until Tieu Nghien was fifteen years old. That year, emergency reports from the northern border entered the capital. Barbarian tribes violated the border, food lines were cut, and the court argued for many days. Mr. Gu explained the border map to Tieu Nghien in the study room. Tieu Nghien looked for a long time and then suddenly asked me: "Mother, if a scholar only knows how to discuss war on paper, is it considered useless?" I looked at him. "What do you want to do?" He said: "I want to go to the Military Department." I don't answer right away. Although his body is much better than when he was a child, his foundation is still weak. The official in the Ministry of Military Affairs not only looked at the documents, but also had to follow the official to check the food and provisions and run to the military camp. I was silent for a long time. Tieu Nghien knelt down. "Mother, I'm not suddenly moved." "I don't read books to use my reputation to oppress people." "I want to know how the principles of peace and stability of the country in the book, based on people's lives and food, are ultimately considered useful." I looked at its straight back. The old child under the tree, his hands were cold, asked me if I was afraid of being taken away, and finally wanted to step into the wind myself. I personally helped him up. "You can go." "But you must remember." "Earning meritorious deeds is not gambling with your life." "If you die outside, I will not praise you for your heroism." "I only blame you for being unfilial." Tieu Nghien's eyes turned red. "The child remembers." Three days later, the Queen Mother allowed him to go to the main military department. After hearing the news, Tieu Thua Canh once again stood outside the gate of Hanh Vu Institute. There was a bit of impatience in his voice. "Tham Lenh Nghi, the Army is suffering from the cold, his body may not be able to handle it." I looked at him. "Do you also know how to take care of his body?" Tieu Thua Canh's face stiffened. "This king is his father." I calmly said: "Then what father should do is prepare a carriage and guard for him." "Don't wait until he is about to go out to block the way." He looked at Tieu Nghien who was arranging his luggage. In the courtyard, we didn't speak for a long time. 18 After Tieu Nghien arrived at the Military Department, Doan Vuong Palace lacked the reputation of reading its books. Hanh Vu courtyard suddenly became much more empty. Every day Xuan Dao counts the days, hoping for his return. I'm a little calmer than her. But at night when the wind blows the window paper, we will also wake up. That child has been drinking alcohol since he was young and reading books right before my eyes. Now that he's leaving the government for the first time to work, I can't feel completely at ease. Work in the Army is more difficult

I thought. There was a problem on the northern border road, the capital sent someone to check the books. Tieu Nghien followed a soldier from the Army to the warehouse outside the city, and for five days in a row he only slept two hours. When it returned, it was thinner but its eyes were incredibly bright. It placed a book in front of me. "Mother, the salary line was not cut at the northern border." "But it was cut right in the capital." I opened the book. The numbers inside are circled with a lipstick pen. Military provisions that had not yet left the capital had been reduced layer by layer. In the hands of the northern border generals, there was a shortage of three-tenths. I raised my head to look at it. "You want to investigate?" He said: "The chapter has been presented." My finger stopped. "Show it to whom?" "Crown Prince." I looked at it, a heavy wind rising in my heart. The royal court is not a domestic house. In the internal affairs, showing evidence is at most just tearing each other's faces apart. On the court, if evidence reaches the grave of nobility, someone will want to take your life. I asked: "The Crown Prince has accepted?" Tieu Nghien nodded. "The Crown Prince said he would personally investigate." I closed my eyes. "Tieu Nghien, do you know how many people this matter will offend?" He said: "I know." "So still reporting?" He looked at me. "Mother taught me, rules must be kept."