Chapter 10 — The Cry to Save the Marquis Palace

The guard stepped up. Just touching his chin, Truong Nghiem's throat suddenly moved. The father's face changed.

“Disconnect his jaw!”

Guards act extremely quickly. A “crack” sound rang out. Nghiem Truc Su groaned in pain, a black pill fell from his mouth. The doctor picked it up and smelled it, his face turned pale.

“Poisonous view of blood wind monkey.”

Everyone in the room took a deep breath. He had prepared poison to kill his mouth. His father bent down and stared at him.

“The King of Qi sent you not just to exchange a child.”

The elder Nghiem had his jaw dislocated and could not speak, but his eyes flashed with mockery. Seeing those eyes, my heart suddenly jumped. Incorrect. He was caught too easily. The playing cards were also taken back too quickly. It was like someone intentionally brought him in front of the Luc family. I risked my life and cried. A Nuong immediately bowed her head.

“Baby?”

I stared at Nghiem Truong's sleeve and cried. His right sleeve was torn, revealing half of the black thread. On that thread there was a little cinnabar color. In my previous life, I had seen this in a mandarin. The people of Qi Wang's palace used it to seal secret letters. When exposed to water, it would not dissolve, and when exposed to fire, the words would appear. Ah Niang followed my eyes.

“Search his sleeves.”

The guard immediately cut open the sleeve of Secretary Nghiem's shirt. Inside was sewn a piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wing. When the piece of paper was taken out, the elder Nghiem's eyes finally changed. He put the paper on the fire and the writing gradually appeared. That was not a letter sent to King Qi's palace. It's a statement. It is written above that Marquis of Tran Bac, Luc Thua Chuong, has long colluded with King Qi. Today, because of the uneven distribution of money, we killed the chief historian and fabricated the case of swapping children to escape the crime. At the end of the deposition, there is already a finger print in the blood of the chief historian Nghiem. The lady's face immediately turned pale. Old Thai Quan laughed coldly.

“The serial plan is cruel.”

“He didn't come to deliver the royal card.”

“He came to die in the Luc family.”

My parents clenched their fists. The sound of arguing in the front yard rang out again. The voice of Kinh Trieu Palace official penetrated through each layer of the courtyard walls:

“If Marquis of Tran Bac still doesn't open the door, this mandarin can only prosecute him for resisting arrest!”

The elder Nghiem was pressed to the ground, a smug smile appeared in his eyes. At this moment, there was a guard outside the door who quickly announced:

“Master Marquis, people from King Qi's palace have arrived outside the palace.”

“They said that Truong Nghiem served as an order to go to the Marquis Palace to give a congratulatory ceremony, and is now missing, wanting to go to the palace to find someone.”

14 The King of Qi's palace arrived at a terrifyingly timely time. Kinh Trieu Palace blocked the door. The Te Vuong Palace came to find someone. The chief historian, Nghiem, brought along the death certificate for the deceased and fell outside the Marquis's delivery room. As long as he dies here, the Luc family will turn from victim to murderer. A-Nang hugged me, her fingertips were terrifyingly cold. But her voice remained steady.

“Chief Yan cannot die.”

The doctor immediately stepped up, used silver needles to block several acupuncture points on Nghiem Truong Su's body, and ordered the guards to hold his jaw tightly. Nghiem Truong Su was in so much pain that he was sweating, his eyes were venomous like a snake. Elder Luc looked at his father.

“Send people to the lobby.”

My parents frowned.

“Grandmother, he still has poison on him.”

Old Thai Quan said:

“That's why, It is even more important for the people of Kinh Trieu Palace and King Qi Palace to see that he is still alive.”

“They want a body, we have to give them a living, breathing person.”

My father immediately ordered someone to escort Mr. Nghiem out. When he was pulled up, a very small bronze bell rolled out of his sleeve. The bell fell but made no sound. The inside was sealed with wax. The guard picked it up and opened it. Inside the wax pill was a pinch of gray-white powder. The doctor only sniffed a bit and quickly retreated.

“It's enchanting.”

“If you sprinkle it on the incense burner, everyone in the room will fall into a coma in just a moment.”

My heart is cold. If after that short arrow just now, someone takes advantage of the chaos and puts medicine in the incense burner, perhaps you and I will both be taken away. They want me. Maybe because I ruined the plan. It could also be due to other reasons. Mrs. A clearly thought about that too. She lowered her head to look at me, her eyes filled with residual fear.

“Carry the child into the inner room.”

I immediately cried. I cannot leave her. In my previous life, I left her once, then never returned to her arms again. Just as my wife was about to hand me over to my nanny, I cried until I almost stopped breathing. Her hands stopped, her eyes turned red.

“Okay, don't leave.”

“I will hug you.”

Hearing the two words "Ah Niang", tears welled up in my eyes even more intensely. In this life, she has finally placed herself next to me. Luc Lao Quan saw it and his eyes softened for a moment. Then she became cold again.

“Lanh Nghi stayed to protect the evidence.”

“Thua Chuong and I went to the lobby.”

A lady nodded.

“Be careful.”

Before leaving, Old Lady Luc suddenly turned his head to look at me.

“This child has saved the Luc family several times today.”

“Have you named it yet?”

A bit surprised. Parents also looked over. Ah Niang gently touched the mole between my eyebrows.

“Not yet.”

Old Thai Quan said:

“Wait until today's matter ends, open the road, write its name in the family tree.”

“No one is allowed to touch his identity anymore.”

The tip of my nose stings. In my previous life, when I returned to the palace at the age of sixteen, the name Muc Bao Chau was written on my family tree. I knelt outside on the street all night, my knees were cold to the point of turning purple, but no one was willing to add my name. Now, I've just been born, and they already want to give me my position back. But still not enough. The external situation has not yet been resolved. Father and Elder Luc escorted Chief Secretary Nghiem to the lobby. In the delivery room, there were only the mother and a few confidants left. The Muc family were guarded separately. As soon as the cloth was removed from Mrs. Mu's mouth, she began to cry again.

“Lanh Nghi, mother knows it's wrong.”

“I tell Marquis to forgive my elder brother.”

"We also don't know anything about Qi Wang's palace, it was all forced by others."

The lady didn't even look at her. Old lady Mu said again:

“You just gave birth, you can't be angry.”

“Mother also loves her child.”

Finally, the lady raised her eyes.

“The person who loves you should take the medicine down on you.”

“He loved me, so he stole my daughter.”

“Someone who loves you should use your personal seal to disguise letters.”

Old Lady Mu's face turned blue and white. She suddenly looked at me, her eyes full of resentment.

“If it weren't for this evil race that kept crying, why would things turn out like this?”

Facial expression a The lady immediately changed. She hugged me, even though she couldn't stand up, she still said every word:

“Slap your mouth.”

Ma ma didn't hesitate at all, raised her hand and slapped it down. One. Two. Old lady Mu was beaten until the corner of her mouth bled, and at the end, a look of disbelief appeared in her eyes.

“You hit me?”

A cold voice:

“If you insult my daughter, I will beat you.”

I lay in my husband's lap, listening to the crisp slapping sounds, the tension in my heart finally loosened slightly. But right after that, there was suddenly a commotion outside. A maid staggered in.

“Madam, this is not good!”

“The people of King Qi's palace said that Chief Yan was tortured by the Marquis Palace.”

“The official Kinh Trieu Phu asked to check the injury on the spot.”

“The history leader Nghiem suddenly wrote, saying that the royal tablet was given to him by the Marquis himself.”

The lady's eyes immediately darkened. I'm also stiff. Chief historian Ham Nghiem has been removed and cannot speak but can still write. He was prepared to pour all the dirty water on the Luc family. Mrs. A bowed her head to look at me. I cried impatiently until I lost my voice. Because I suddenly remembered something from my previous life. The right hand of Nghiem Truong is fake. The hand he actually used to write secret letters from King Qi Palace was his left hand.