Chapter 29 — The day my mother wanted to reconcile, I tore up her letter of reconciliation

My heart hurts, but these words have to be said.

"In the past life... no, in this life, the fact that Lieu Nhu Nuong was able to enter the palace, was able to swallow up her mother's dowry, and then gradually push people to the end - was never a coincidence."

“From the beginning, the target of the person behind was the main family.”

"The mother was cut off from medicine, had her finances blocked, and the child was pushed to work as an heiress... all of them are paving the way, step by step, to lift up that 'false heir'."

I looked straight at her, my voice lowered:

“Mother, this is not just a poisoned cup.”

“If we don't root out the group of people behind that... then in the future, we - no one will be able to survive."

Thi Tham looked at me stunned, as if each sentence was stuck in place. After a long time, she gently closed her eyes, tears still falling.

“Then you must at least promise me not to actually exchange your life.”

I laughed lightly:

"I still have to stay with you and help you settle the Bui family's accounts clearly. How can I be willing to die?"

This sentence made her cry and laugh at the same time, and in the end she just bent down and hugged me tightly.

“This time, I will also stand outside the door and guard it for you.”

On the night of the fourth day, people came. Arrived faster than we expected. It was said that a well-connected lady in the palace heard about my illness and specially sent someone to bring me a bowl of soothing soup. The watchman was a strange woman, with a respectful look, her words were discreet without any loopholes, even the lady's business card was complete. Ngan Binh led people into the outer room. At that time, I was 'sick to the point of coma'. The bowl of soup was placed in a green ceramic bowl, hot steam rising, and at first glance there was nothing unusual. But the more normal it is, the more abnormal it is. I lie behind the curtain, listening to the noise outside. Tham Thi sat next to her, her palms were sweaty, but she still tried to stay calm. She held my hand tightly, as if afraid that at just this moment, something would really happen to me. The woman outside said in a low voice:

"The servant's wife told me that the young lady has recently been frightened and mentally damaged."

"This soup is an ancient medicine in the palace, specialized for calming the mind and nourishing the spirit. Please make sure to drink it while it's still hot, Miss."

“Thank you.” Thi Tham replied, "Just put it down first."

“The old slave should still see the lady finish using it himself, so he can report back when he returns.”

As soon as the words ended, the room suddenly became silent for a moment. It was in that moment that the killing intent revealed itself. If it's really just a visit to the sick and some soup, why do you have to watch me drink it? I slowly opened my eyes and looked at Tham Thi. Her fingertips trembled slightly. Right after that, suddenly there was a cold shout from outside: The door was pushed open, Ta Hanh's men rushed in, and in the blink of an eye they controlled the woman. The woman reacted very quickly, immediately wanted to bite her tongue, but her chin was squeezed tightly, and she didn't even have time to completely struggle. The green ceramic cup fell to the ground, the soup flew out, spreading into small streaks of light. Ta Hanh walked in right after, his eyes fell on the broken bowl of soup, he only said one word: Ngo Tac followed and bent down to smell, a moment later his face changed.

“Sir, there is poison inside.”

The atmosphere in the room seemed to sink for a moment. Even though we knew there would be poison, when we actually heard the word "poison", a layer of coldness still rose up our spine. If I don't go One step ahead, I've made a lump, and now it's broken on the ground, and I'm afraid it won't be just a porcelain cup, but my life. Ta Hanh looked at the woman, his face cold as ice.

“Who sent you?”

The woman still wanted to try to resist. But Ta Hanh is obviously not the one to interrogate the housewives. He just raised his hand slightly, and the person behind him pulled her out. Before long, there were suppressed screams and incoherent cries outside. Thi Tham's face turned pale and she unconsciously squeezed my hand. I was unusually calm. Because we know, getting here is just the beginning. Sure enough, in less than half an hour, the woman confessed. She is a secret agent raised by Vinh Phi's mother's family. The business card of that "good lady" is also fake. She received the order to bring poisoned soup, only because there was news from above, saying that I had some old letters in my hand that could implicate Vinh Phi's mother's family and a royal family. I'm afraid that if it falls into Ta Hanh's hands, the consequences will be endless. Following her clues, that night arrested two more people. One person was a former slave who worked for the old lady in the Bui palace. Another person is a broker who appeared around Thanh Phong Trang. As soon as the string was pulled, many things that were previously thought to be separate finally connected into one circuit. Why in my previous life, after the death of the Duke, my mother Tham Thi was gradually cut off from her medicine and wealth? Because if she doesn't die, the main family will still keep its title, which is disadvantageous for supporting a fake heir. Why was I so hastily sold to become a successor?