Chapter 6 — The Cry to Save the Marquis Palace

A Nuong looked at the jade seal and said in a very light voice:

“Make a document to prove that I voluntarily exchange my daughter.”

The room fell into dead silence again. His father's fingers suddenly tightened. The little monk's face was as white as paper. A Nuong continued:

“If everything succeeds today, you will use this seal to stamp the document.”

"Later, even if the truth is discovered, you can still say that out of pity for my mother's family after giving birth, I voluntarily took my daughter to the Mu family to raise her."

“It could even be said that I intentionally hid it because I was afraid that the Marquis would not agree.”

The giant gritted his teeth:

“Don't talk nonsense.”

A look at him.

“So what are you stressed about?”

The blue vein on Mr. Mu's forehead twitched, but he was speechless. I lie in my mother's arms, my heart is cold. In my previous life, when I was kicked out of the Marquis Palace, a document actually appeared in the palace. It was written that the lady had promised many years ago that she would let the Mu family adopt a daughter. My father held that letter and questioned me. Muc Bao Chau cried and said that she was not stolen, but that she had personally agreed to give it to the Mu family. At that time, the lady was dead, there was no way to prove it. I cried and argued, but no one believed me. It turns out that document was prepared from the day I was born. I suddenly risked my life and cried. A Nuong immediately bowed her head and comforted:

“Don't be afraid, little one.”

But I don't stop. I tried my best to rub my head towards her pillow. She was stunned.

“What do you want?”

Of course I can't speak, I can only continue to cry, continue to lean towards the bed. Ah Niang looked in the direction I was trying to crawl towards. There are the clothes she changed into before giving birth along with a jewelry box. Her face changed slightly.

“Bring the jewelry box here.”

The close relative quickly lifted up the jewelry box. The lock is still intact. Mrs. A reached out to touch her waist, only to discover that the key was no longer on her. Chu Ma's face completely changed. Old Thai Quan Luc saw it very clearly.

“Search her.”

The woman immediately stepped forward and took out a small copper key from Chu Ma Ma's sleeve pocket. A lady closed her eyes.

“Open.”

The jewelry box had just been opened, and the compartment inside had indeed been touched. The position where the private seal was originally placed was empty. But the letter that was pressed to the bottom was also half pulled out. Mrs. A picked it up and looked at it, her face changed slightly. Parents asked:

“What is it?”

A lady gave the letter to him.

"It's a request letter I wrote to my mother."

“Not sent yet.”

My parents understood just by looking at it. The letter has the lady's handwriting. As long as someone imitates it and then stamps it, it is possible to create a document that is half real and half fake. Lord Luc looked at Chu mama.

“What do you have left to say?”

Chu ma ma collapsed on the ground.

“The slave only takes the seal.”

“The documents were not written by slaves.”

“It's really not.”

The father's voice was cold:

“Who wrote it?”

Chu ma ma gritted her teeth. Master Mu suddenly burst out laughing.

“What's the use of forcing a slave to ask questions?”

"Documents do not exist. What you say is just speculation."

“Even if the private seal is here, it only proves that the slave's hands and feet are not clean.”

“What does it have to do with the Mu family?”

As soon as he finished speaking, someone came in to report.

“Master, our subordinates have intercepted one The Mu family's carriage is outside the side door."

“In the car I found a wooden chest.”

"Inside were documents, ink and some damaged papers."

The smile on Master Mu's face immediately stiffened. Old Lady Mu's whole body shook. Elder Luc said calmly:

“Put it in.”

The wooden chest was quickly carried into the room. The lid of the chest opened, and the papers inside fell scattered all over the ground. Father picked up a leaflet. Above is written:

“Ta Lenh Nghi felt that her mother's family was in difficulty, so she voluntarily sent her biological daughter to be raised by Muc Thi.”

The space below is just enough to close the other seal. After A Nuong finished reading, her fingertips trembled. Not fear. It's anger to the extreme. She said every word:

“Okay.”

“It's really good.”

Old lady Mu suddenly crawled forward.

“Lanh Nghi, that's just my brother who was suddenly confused.”

“Mother doesn't know.”

The mother cried and shouted:

“Mother, how can you say you don't know?”

“Didn't you tell my husband to find someone to write this letter?”

Old lady Mu suddenly turned her head. The mother-in-law hugged Muc Bao Chau, crying until her whole body trembled.

"People said that as long as they have this paper, even if the Ta family regrets it later, they won't be able to get the child back."

"People also said that when sister Ta's body weakens after giving birth, the Marquis Palace will not be able to prosecute her."

The lady's eyes suddenly turned sharp.

“Your body is weak?”

The aunt seemed to have just realized what she had said and quickly covered her mouth. But it was too late. Old Thai Quan Luc's face darkened.

“Where is the robe?”

The doctor who was standing outside immediately walked in. Old Thai Quan pointed to the pieces of broken medicine bowl on the table.

“Check.”

The doctor knelt down on the ground, picked up the piece of porcelain and the remaining medicine and smelled it carefully. In just a moment, his face changed.

“My lord, there is something in the medicine that promotes bleeding.”

The lady's hand immediately covered her stomach. Murderous intent flared in his father's eyes. The robe kneels lower.

“The lady just gave birth and her vitality and blood were seriously depleted.”

“If you drink another bowl, if it's mild, it will cause bleeding and damage your body, if it's severe, it will be difficult to save your life.”

When I heard this, my whole body felt cold. In my previous life, before my wife passed away from illness, the room also smelled of this medicine. It turns out she wasn't sick. But from the beginning, someone did not intend to let her live in peace. At this moment, Chu ma ma suddenly shouted:

“It's not the slave who gave the medicine!”

“The medicine is not made by slaves!”

“It's Mrs. Liu next to the old lady!”

Everyone turned their heads to search. But as soon as Mrs. Liu knelt in the corner of the room, she disappeared. 09 Everyone in the delivery room immediately became chaotic. As soon as his father gave the order, the guards immediately rushed out. Old Lady Mu seemed to have lost her soul, kneeling on the spot, her lips trembling and unable to speak. Mrs. A hugged me, her face was terrifyingly white. Elder Luc held her shoulder.

“First take care of your body.”

The physician immediately prescribed the remedy. Mom brought warm water and helped her drink it. I smell the medicine, but my heart is still tense. During the days of constant illness in my previous life, bowls of thick black medicine followed one another like darkness pressing down before my eyes. I don't dare let you touch anything. As soon as she bowed her head to drink, I immediately cried. Her hand stopped.

“Baby?”

Ma ma is impatient said:

“Perhaps the little lady is hungry.”

I ignored it, just stared at the bowl of medicine and cried. A Nuong was stunned and suddenly put down the bowl of medicine.

“Who brought this bowl of medicine?”

The little maid knelt down carrying the medicine.

“The slave received the robe from his hand, and never let go of his hand the whole way.”

The doctor also quickly said:

“Medicinal ingredients are chosen by the old man himself.”

I'm still crying. Elder Luc narrowed his eyes.

“Bring the silver needle.”

The silver needle is dipped in medicine but does not change color. Everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief. But we still don't stop. I remember in my previous life, Mother Chu once said that there are things that harm people that silver needles cannot control. At that time, she smiled at me and said that the girl who grew up in the countryside was really stupid and didn't even know that spices could kill people. Aromatherapy. I suddenly tilted my head to one side. In the corner of the delivery room, a small gold-plated incense burner was emitting thin smoke. The scent was very faint, obscured by the smell of blood and medicine, almost no one noticed. But we realize. That is the year-round scent of orchids that never fades beside my wife's hospital bed.