Chapter 20 — The day my mother wanted to reconcile, I tore up her letter of reconciliation

Tham Thi sat in the chair, her voice was not high, but it was clearly transmitted throughout the street.

"If you always say that Bui Thua An is the bloodline of the Duke, then today, bring the same evidence."

The old lady's face changed slightly: "Miss Shen, what do you mean?"

“The idea is very simple.” I took a step forward and continued, "The Duke's bloodline can be mistreated, but it cannot be mixed up."

One sentence fell, the whole street was as quiet as paper. Even the clan elders who were nodding just now reflexively stopped. Lieu Nhu Nuong's face turned pale, then as if her tail had been stepped on, she raised her head: "Second Miss, saying that, is to say that Thua An is not the child of the National Duke?"

"Whether or not it's not because you cried."

I raised my hand, signaling Ngan Binh to bring up the first notebook.

“First of all, please look at this.”

Third uncle took the notebook, flipped a few pages, and quickly frowned: "This is..."

“This is an old book from my mother's dowry.” I said:

"Over the years, Lieu Nhu Nuong and her mother spent money on clothes and clothes outside, using nothing else, but the money of the National Duke's wife."

“There are also a few large expenses, the list is vague, the intention is unclear.”

Someone in the second room immediately wanted to interrupt: "It's normal for the Duke to raise the house and children..."

“Nurturing is normal.” I stopped him: "But what if there is a sum of money in there, to suppress a matter that cannot be brought to light?"

As soon as these words fell, a slight commotion suddenly rang out in the hall. Lieu Nhu Nuong's face suddenly changed. Obviously she didn't expect it, I cut into the books first. The old lady's face was solemn: "Bookkeeping is just a family matter. If you bring it out from the street, I'm afraid it will make a big deal out of it."

“What happened at home?” I looked at her: "If that money is to silence others, is it still a family matter?"

The old lady's eyes immediately turned cold. But I didn't give her a chance to interrupt, instead I raised my hand to signal Ngan Binh to bring the second dish. It's a prescription.

“This is the prescription given at Thanh Phong Trang that year.”

My voice is neither fast nor slow, each sentence falls, like the first edge of a knife pressed against a human bone.

"Lieu Nhu Nuong said that that year she was born prematurely, so the baby was small."

“But throughout the pregnancy, the amount of pregnancy medicine she used was completely inconsistent with the month.”

“According to common sense, this remedy should not be used for such a long time.”

"But if it's intentionally creating a weak fetus, like it's about to give birth prematurely, then it's reasonable."

The elders looked at each other. There was an old man who understood a bit of medicine, took the prescription, read it for a while, and his face gradually changed.

“This prescription… is really not like normal pregnancy medicine.”

Lieu Nhu Nuong's lips turned white, but the tears fell even more fiercely.

“I… I have a weak body, so what's wrong with taking a little more medicine?”

“Second Miss, because she can't handle us, even the prescription can be used as an excuse…”

“Then let's continue watching this.”

I raised my hand for the third time. This time, it's the old translation station records. The paper has turned yellow, but the writing is still clear.

“This is the border army's translation station storage.” I said: "You can see, in the months when Lieu Nhu Nuong claimed to be pregnant, my father Bui Triet was not present at all. capital."

That statement is like a rock thrown into still water. A stir immediately broke out.

“Not in the capital?”

“This…”

Third uncle almost snatched the page of notes, squinting his eyes to read each line. Several other clan elders also gathered around to watch. The more they watched, the more frightened their faces became. The old lady's hand on the rosary finally tightened. The second master's expression also changed and he quickly said: "It's not necessarily true that the translation station notes—"

“Not sure yet?” I looked straight at him:

“If the second uncle feels unsure, why not go to the old warehouse of the border army and check each page one by one.”

"Since I dared to bring it out today, I'm not afraid of you checking it out."

He immediately choked up. Lieu Nhu Nuong knelt on the ground, her whole body seemed frozen. She was probably still considering whether to grit her teeth and say "I misremembered the date", or "The Duke once secretly returned to the capital" to defend herself. Unfortunately, I didn't give her any space to breathe.

“You said premature birth, the prescription is not correct. You talk about bloodline, but the Duke is not present in the capital." I step closer, my voice getting weaker and weaker, "In that case, how about inviting another person to come and explain this matter clearly."

“Bring the midwife.”

As soon as the sentence ended, Lieu Nhu Nuong suddenly raised her head and her face immediately turned pale. Not long after, the midwife was brought in. She was even thinner than when she was in the Western City, as if she had aged ten years overnight. As soon as she entered the door, her knees were weak and she knelt down, not even daring to raise her head. Her eyes were focused, she was trembling, her lips were white, and for a long time she couldn't say a complete sentence. The third uncle asked in a deep voice: "You were the one who delivered Lieu Thi's baby that year?"