Chapter 11 — The Cry to Save the Marquis Palace

15 Lady cannot hear the words in my heart. But she understood my impatience. I cried and waved my arms, desperately leaning to the left. A Nuong was stunned.

“Left?”

I immediately stopped for a moment and then continued to cry. Her eyes changed slightly, she immediately told her mother:

“Go to the lobby and pass the word.”

“See which hand the historian Nghiem used to write the words.”

Ma ma didn't dare to delay, turned around and ran away. Old lady Mu had blood on her face and leaned against the corner of the room, smiling coldly.

“A child has just been born, can he still solve a crime?”

A looked at her.

“It's cleaner than humans.”

The old lady seemed to be stabbed, her lips trembled. Not long after, ma ma gasped again.

“Madam, Director Nghiem writes with his right hand.”

“When Marquis ordered someone to hold his left arm, his reaction was very violent.”

The lady's eyes became sharp.

“Tell the doctor to check his right hand.”

The lobby quickly became louder and louder. I couldn't hear each sentence clearly, but I could hear the Kinh Trieu palace official shouting loudly:

“Does the Marquis of Tran Bac intend to humiliate the chief historian of the Qi Palace in front of everyone?”

In his father's voice, his anger was suppressed.

“Check.”

A moment later, Luc Tam quickly came in to report.

“Madam, the tiger's right hand has no calluses from holding a pen for many years.”

“But the left hand has a thick layer of callouses.”

“The handwriting he just wrote with his right hand is completely different from the handwriting in the palace.”

“The palace is written with the left hand.”

I close my eyes. Finally a layer of the trap was outlined. But Luc Tam's face was still very unsightly.

“Official Kinh Trieu Phu said that being left-handed or right-handed cannot prove whether the palace is real or fake.”

“The people of Qi Wang's palace insisted that the Marquis forced him to change his writing hand.”

A lowered her voice:

“They didn't come to investigate the truth.”

“They came to make the fake look real.”

Luc Tam gritted his teeth.

“The old man is trying to hold them back.”

"But there are already quite a few people watching outside. If the noise continues, the rumors won't be able to stop."

A moment of silence. She looked at me. I also looked at her. I know what she is thinking. If the Luc family closes its doors to prove its innocence, it will forever be in a weak position. Because the opponent's goal is to stir up mud. But if all the evidence is exposed to the sun, the King of Qi's palace may not dare to continue to blatantly coerce people. It's just that if we do that, the story of me being switched will spread out. A newly born female comedian, not yet named, is caught up in intrigue and evil. In my previous life, everyone used their reputation to bind me. They say that for a woman, the most important thing is to be pure, have dignity, and not bring shame to the family. Therefore, our stolen life cannot be unjustly claimed. The truth about the lady's death was not questioned. The failure of the Luc family can only be suppressed layer by layer. In this life, my aunt gently stroked my face and suddenly smiled.

“Reputation is not a cloth to hide bad things.”

"My daughter is not at fault, why must she hide for the wicked?"

She raised her head to look at Luc Tam.

“Send my words to Marquis.”

“Open the middle door.”

“Bringing stories about the Mu family swapping children, stealing personal seals, falsifying letters and drugging them clearly in front of everyone.”

“The unique rings, palace status, hidden inscriptions and bewitching charms scattered on Nghiem Truong's body were also fully revealed.”

Luc Tam was stunned.

“Madam, if you do that, it will be a matter for the little lady…”

A lady interrupted.

“It is the victim, not the disgrace.”

“Whoever dares to use this to insult him, the Marquis will sue that person.”

My tears immediately flowed. A newborn baby's tears have no sound, but are hot enough to cause pain in the eye sockets. Mrs. A bowed her head and kissed my forehead.

“Baby, I won't let you hide.”

“The righteous path to this world must also be righteously standing in the Luc family.”

Luc Tam's eyes turned red as he received the order to leave. The lobby quickly became quiet for a moment. Then, from afar came the heavy sound of the middle gate being opened. That sound seemed to push aside the layer of snow from my previous life that was pressing on me. But Qi Wang Palace will not admit defeat easily. Sure enough, not long after, a sharp cry came from the front yard. It's not like I quit Kinh Trieu Palace. Nor is it the guardian of King Qi's palace. It's a woman. She cried bitterly, each sentence piercing people's hearts:

"The Marquis hid my child, and then falsely accused the Mu family of swapping children!"

“My Bao Chau was injured by you guys, and you guys still want to take his life!”

Is a sample expression. Not knowing when, she escaped from guard, hugged Muc Bao Chau and ran to the lobby. Old lady Mu suddenly raised her head, a cruel glint flashed in her eyes. The lady's face changed. My heart also sank. The people outside watching may not understand the royal card, nor may they understand the secret message. But they understand the cry of a mother wanting her child back. Right after that, another guard with a pale face ran in.

“Madam, the lady said that the little lady is the child you gave birth to.”

“She also said that people wanted to protect the face of the Marquis Palace so they forced the Mu family to confess.”

"What's more serious is that the blue birthmark behind Muc Bao Chau's shoulder has disappeared."

16 The blue birthmark behind Muc Bao Chau's shoulder has disappeared. As soon as these words were passed in, the faces of everyone in the delivery room changed. Old lady Mu was pressed to the ground, the corner of her mouth was still bleeding, but she suddenly burst out laughing. The laugh was low and hoarse as if it were being scratched from the throat.

"I said long ago that Bao Chau is the son of the Marquis."

“You are determined to listen to a cruel race that cannot speak causing trouble.”

The lady's arms hugged me and immediately tightened. I can feel her body shaking. Not afraid. It's anger. Outside, the mother-in-law cried until her heart was broken.

“My child was taken away by you.”

"The Marquis uses power to bully people, trying to say that my biological daughter is a fake."

"Look, there's basically no birthmark on Bao Chau's shoulder."

The voices outside immediately became chaotic. Some people talked in low voices. Someone sighed. There are also people who say that the Marquis family is so strong that if they really want to force a fallen relative to death, who would dare to stand up and speak for the Mu family? I was so impatient that my whole body felt cold. In my previous life, rumors were such killers. No evidence needed. As long as someone cries miserably enough, as long as someone spills the dirty water early enough, black can be said to be white. Mrs. A bowed her head to look at me. My small hand desperately grabbed her sleeve. I can't speak, I can only cry. I remember the birthmark behind Muc Bao Chau's shoulder. That blue birthmark has been there since childhood. But Mrs. Mu thought it was ugly and often ordered someone to apply a white ointment on it. After applying the medicine, the blue color will fade, and within half a day it will be difficult to see clearly. But that medicine is afraid of warm wine. As soon as you encounter warm wine, your skin will turn red, and the blue stain will appear even more clearly. In my previous life, I saw it with my own eyes. That year, Muc Bao Chau went to the Marquis Palace to attend a banquet, but the birthmark behind his shoulder was not covered by the maid. Chu ma ma immediately took the ointment and applied it layer by layer. Then she accidentally spilled a cup of warm wine. Wine splashed on Muc Bao Chau's shoulder, and the birthmark immediately appeared. They were afraid and closed the door, not letting anyone in. At that time, I knelt outside the door, just thinking that I had done something wrong again. Now that I think about it, it's all evidence. I cried even harder.