Chapter 9 — The Cry to Save the Marquis Palace

12 That report was like a knife piercing the Marquis's heart. The Imperial Emperor disappeared. The fake password has just been found. People from Kinh Trieu Palace immediately appeared outside the door. This is not a coincidence. It was a pre-arranged trap. Coldness welled in his father's eyes, but he did not immediately get angry. On the contrary, old Thai Quan laughed.

“Come so quickly.”

A hugs me, her pale lips are almost transparent. She had just been pulled back from the ghost gate, still holding her daughter who had almost been taken away, but outside there were people who wanted to drag the entire Luc family into the water. But she did not back down. She looked at her father.

“We can't let them go into the hospital.”

The parents nodded.

“Let's go to the lobby.”

Old Thai Quan said:

“I'll go too.”

A lady immediately called:

“Ancestor.”

The old lady patted her hand gently.

“Protect the child.”

“Today's delivery room is where evidence is stored.”

“You and the child are still here, the truth still remains.”

After speaking, she put on an old robe, used a cane and went out. Father walked to the door and turned to look at us. In those eyes there was guilt, anger and determination.

“Lanh Nghi, wait for me to return.”

A lady said softly:

“Master be careful.”

After my father left, there were only female relatives and bodyguards left in the delivery room. The Muc family's people were gagged, separated and escorted to corners. Old lady Mu still wanted to crawl towards her husband, but was pushed down by her wife. Finally, real fear appeared in her eyes. In her previous life, she lived a long time. So long that he could sit in the main hall of the Mu family, coldly watching me kneel down and beg for my identity back. For so long that it can be said that the lady died in confusion, everything in the Marquis Palace should have belonged to Bao Chau. In this life, she finally experienced the feeling of being pinned to the ground by someone else, unable to turn over. But we know it's not enough. The people of Qi Wang's palace have arrived, and Jing Zhao's palace has also arrived. If we don't get the royal token back, the Luc family is still in danger. Mrs. A bowed her head and kissed my forehead.

“Don't be afraid, little one.”

I'm not afraid. I just hate myself for being so small. I have memories of my previous life, but I am trapped in this weak body. We cannot speak, we cannot write, we cannot even clearly state who the enemy is. Can only cry. We can only use the most helpless method of a newborn child, risking our lives to pull the living out of death. I don't know how much time has passed, but there was a vague sound of arguing in the front yard. An unfamiliar male voice raised his voice:

“Kinh Trieu Palace served its orders to investigate the case, why did the Marquis of Tran Bac close the door and not receive it?”

The father's voice calmly transmitted:

“The mother in my palace just gave birth, and the inner courtyard is not convenient for men to enter or leave.”

The male voice laughed coldly:

“If the Marquis Palace doesn't have ghosts, why are you afraid of being investigated?”

The old voice of Old Thai Quan Luc immediately rang out:

"For three generations, my Luc family guarded the border. When the first emperor gave the throne, you didn't even know which gate you were serving tea at."

“Today, if you have a decree, I will open the middle gate to welcome you.”

“If you don't have one, just stand outside the door and wait.”

The front hospital was quiet for a moment. Then the other person said:

“Is the old lady planning to go against the decree?”

Old Thai Quan calmly replied:

“An official of Kinh Trieu Palace like you is not even worthy of wearing that criminal hat head of the Luc family."

Hearing that, a wave of heat rose in my heart. This is the Luc family. In the past life, if the old man was still alive, if the lady was still alive, who would dare to boldly step into the Marquis Palace like that? The lady also heard it. Her eye sockets were slightly red, but her spine was still straight. At that moment, a very soft noise suddenly sounded outside the window. It's like someone stepped on a tile. The guard standing next to the door immediately raised his head.

“Who?”

Just then, a short arrow broke through the window and flew in. The arrow's head is aimed straight at me in my heart. Mama screamed. A Niang almost instinctively turned around, using her shoulders and back to shield me. The arrow passed through her bun, pinning it to the bedpost. The guard rushed to the window, but only saw a dark shadow crossing the roof. The delivery room fell into chaos again. I was hugged tightly by my aunt, hearing her rapid breathing. The arrow's tail is still shaking slightly. Above is tied a small roll of paper. The close mother trembled and took it down and gave it to the mother. A Nuong opened it, her face immediately darkened. There were only eight words on the piece of paper:

“Hand over the child in exchange for the peace of the Luc family.”

My whole body is cold. They want me. Not just because I am the Marquis's daughter. But because since the first cry, I have become the biggest variable in this plot. A Nuong crumpled the paper in her palm, her eyes cold and scary.

“Dreaming.”

As soon as the words ended, the sound of people running quickly was heard outside. Luc Tam, covered in blood, rushed into the hospital.

“My lady, you got your royal token back.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he knelt down on the ground. Behind him, a man in a fighting team was dragged in. Dau La rolled down, revealing a face that until death I still cannot forget from my previous life. That was the head of Qi Wang's palace, who later personally took me to Zhuangzi. 13 When Luc Tam knelt down, blood dripped from his sleeve onto the blue tile floor. He held up the newly recovered royal card with both hands, the edges of the card were still covered in mud. The mother next to her immediately took it and wrapped it in a clean towel. Luc Tam gasped and said:

“My subordinates stopped this person at the West alley. He is planning to hand over the card to the response person."

The man was dragged to lie down on the ground, his head turned to one side but the corner of his lips still had a cold smile. Seeing his face, my whole body stiffened. In his previous life, he himself brought the pageant contract to the Marquis Palace. He said my identity was not legitimate, staying in the capital would only ruin Muc Bao Chau's marriage. He ordered someone to cover my mouth and stuff me into the carriage. That night it snowed heavily. When I was so cold that my whole body was numb in the Zhuangzi, it seemed like I could still hear his gentle words in my ears:

“Weeds should live in the wild.”

He is now kneeling in front of me, but still looks noble and noble. Mrs. A realized I was trembling and immediately hugged me tightly.

“Don't be afraid, little one.”

I'm not afraid. I just hate. Parents also quickly returned. As soon as he entered, his eyes fell on the man's face.

“Chief historian of Qi Wang Palace, Nghiem Tung Minh.”

The chief historian raised his head and smiled.

“The marquis recognized the wrong person.”

“I was just a merchant passing by, but I was arrested by the palace guards for no reason.”

Luc Tam gritted his teeth:

“The card is on you, and you still dare to make excuses?”

The chief historian slowly said:

“What is a card game? I don't know know."

“Perhaps your government of Tran Bac put it on you.”

My father's eyes were cold as ice. Old Thai Quan Luc was helped back from the lobby. Hearing this sentence, she slammed her stick on the ground.

“The people of Qi Wang's palace have indeed cultivated a very powerful mouth.”

Truong Nghiem's face changed slightly, then smiled again.

“The old man cannot say this casually.”

“If there is no evidence to attack the royal palace, no matter how great the Tran Bac palace is, it will not be able to bear the burden.”

His father yanked out his exoskeleton. The inner collar reveals a hidden pattern made of extremely thin silver thread. That pattern is embroidered into a curled python. Close people in the ranks of Qi Wang's palace strategists all have this pattern in their clothes. Finally, Chief Secretary Nghiem's smile stiffened. The rich man was gagged and pressed in the corner of the room, his eyes almost rolling out. Perhaps he did not expect that the noble he relied on would be pulled into the light so quickly. Mrs. A looked at Truong Nghiem, her voice was very light:

"Did you ask the Mu family to exchange my daughter?"

The historian did not answer. A Nuong asked again:

“Are you also asking someone to put something in my medicine?”

The chief of staff lowered his eyes, as if he hadn't heard. Elder Luc said calmly:

“Pry his mouth open.”