Chapter 22 — The day my mother wanted to reconcile, I tore up her letter of reconciliation

This one sentence from her was like tearing off the last layer of cover up with her own hands. The child is not Bui Triet's flesh and blood, there is no turning back. Third uncle's hand immediately trembled: "Close her mouth! Pull her down!" Bui Thua An was scared and cried, so her nanny quickly hugged her away. Lieu Nhu Nuong was still struggling, seeing that she was about to be pulled out of the street, she suddenly seemed crazy, suddenly turned her head, staring at me and Tham Thi. There was no longer panic in those eyes, only extreme resentment remained.

“Do you think you will win if you overthrow me?”

Her voice was hoarse, as if it were being torn from her throat.

“You mother-daughters block the way of noble people, sooner or later you will die!”

As soon as the words ended, she was dragged away. But that sentence, like a cold ice needle, stabbed straight into the street. I watched her disappear out the door, the hand in her sleeve tightening little by little. Behind her, there are still people. But today's incident is from the road, it's just tearing off the first layer of skin. After a storm in Tu Duong, the Bui family was in chaos for three consecutive days. It was so chaotic that it was like a pot of boiling soup with the lid thrown off, everyone wanted to run out, but no one dared to really move. The old lady was so angry that she fainted on the spot. After being carried back to the upper room, she was bedridden and unable to get up. The second room used to dance the most violently, but now everyone shrunk their necks, afraid of being dragged out for being on Lieu Nhu Nuong's side. The servants changed their faces in every direction, faster than flipping through a book. Yesterday they still felt sorry for Lieu Nhu Nuong, but today they wished they could write the words "knowing this" on their faces. Inside and outside the government, gossip rose like a tide, one layer upon another. But those noises are, in the end, just the surface. The truly fatal things are the things that get flipped over after a battle in the lane. My mother Tham and I went next door to the room. Previously, she could enter this place in name, but in reality, everywhere was blocked. The books brought in were always sifted through, the key was not in her hand when opening the warehouse, reports from the farms were delayed again and again. Now, a long battle was decided to be won or lost, the old lady fell ill, the second room was silent, the keys that were originally in someone else's hands were finally presented to her mother one after another. The brass key fell into the tray, jingling loudly. The sound was not loud, but it was like the locks that had been weighing her down for many years were opened one after another. Tham looked down and didn't say anything for a long time. I know what she's thinking. During the years when she married into the Bui family, holding the title of mother-in-law, she is now the National Duke's wife, but even her dowry, her warehouse, and her farm cannot be kept. Now it's like I lost it and got it again. I should have breathed a sigh of relief, but when I actually hold it back in my hands, my heart may not only be filled with joy. More, I'm afraid the cold is coming late. The old housekeeper bent his back and stood to one side, his forehead drenched in sweat:

"Madam, the old books are all here. The warehouse and farm also followed your instructions and made new books. The people in Thanh Phong Trang... those who deserve to be punished, do they need to be punished too?"

Thi Tham raised her eyes, her expression was very calm.

“First check the books.”

As soon as she opened her mouth, she had a plan The room immediately fell silent.

"Starting with my dowry, I'll investigate it item by item. Who passed it by, who signed it, who took money from there, all of it must be revealed to me."

The old manager quickly replied yes. I stood next to her, watching her slowly open the first notebook. It was gloomy outside, and pale gray light fell on her profile, making her expression thin and cold. At that moment, I suddenly realized that my mother did not have this ability until today. It's just that she didn't want to before. Or more accurately, don't dare. Now there was no way back, on the contrary, she sat more firmly. That's a good thing. But the tight rope in my heart has never loosened. The battle from the front line was so fast, so fast that it cut off the vines in front of us like a knife, revealing deeper roots behind. Especially Lieu Nhu Nuong's words before being dragged away - "you mother-daughters block the path of noble people", like a small needle, forever stuck in my heart. If she was just a greedy outsider, if she lost, she would lose, she shouldn't have such an aura. That statement doesn't sound like a curse. Which is more like a warning. Mother and son Lieu Nhu Nuong were expelled from the palace on the fourth day. The old lady is sick and no longer appears. The handling was personally decided by Third Uncle and several clan elders - Lieu Nhu Nuong, when the army violated the ancestors, deceived the clan, and disrupted the bloodline, should have been severely punished, but considering that she had never officially entered the sect, she was first expelled from the palace and handed over to the government officials for further investigation; As for the other child, he was not of the Bui family's bloodline, so naturally he could not bear the Bui family name, nor could he stay in the palace.