Chapter 10 — The Emperor Favors His Royal Highness, I Make Him No Longer Emperor

Will call the guards to rush in. But people did nothing. The person just slowly sat back in his chair.

“Tham Chieu.”

“I'm sorry for you.”

I look at the person's head that is gradually bowing. There is no pain in my heart. Also no pleasure. Only a feeling of radical despair remained.

“The person at fault.”

“But it's not my fault.”

“It's my own fault.”

That night. People don't leave. He sat in Phuong Nghi palace all night. I also don't go out to keep you company. I lie on the phoenix tower. Listen to the occasional sigh coming from outside. With the sound of footsteps going back and forth. Couldn't sleep all night. When it's morning. Ngoc Tran came in to help me comb my hair and change my clothes.

“Your highness.”

She carefully observed my face.

“His Majesty is still sitting outside.”

“Just let people sit.”

“But…”

“Ngoc Tran.”

We look at the first shadow of sunlight shining into the window frame.

“From today onwards.”

“Rules in this royal palace.”

“Decided by the palace.”

“The Queen has orders!”

"Lam Thi was at Duc Tu palace, committing the crime of exceeding her authority, embezzling public funds in the palace, colluding with foreign ministers!"

“Immediately revoke the title!”

“Abandoned as a commoner!”

“Move into the Cold Palace!”

“If there is no edict, you will never be able to take a single step!”

This holy edict was drawn up by my own hand. Exceeding authority and exceeding duty. Embezzlement of public funds in the palace. Extraordinary collusion. These three crimes. Any crime is enough for her to die. But I won't let her die. Not because of softness. But because it's not worth it. I want her to live. Live to stay in the Cold Palace and see it with your own eyes. Look how this situation will be overturned. Look at how the Emperor whom she loves to death will lose everything step by step. The person transmitting the message is only Ngoc Tran. After returning. She told me that. When Lam Nhuoc Lan received instructions. From beginning to end, not a single word was said.

“Isn't she crying?”

“Don't cry.”

“But her hands are still shaking.”

I nodded slightly. Don't cry. Proves that she hasn't given up yet. But a person just needs to not admit defeat. There is still the possibility of turning things around. Lam Nhuoc Lan is in Lanh Palace. I don't know what she's planning. But I'm not afraid. Three days later. The Emperor's dragon body is not well. Was taken to the palace to recuperate. Let's talk about relaxation. It's essentially house arrest. Inside and outside of Can Thanh Palace. All have been replaced by our people. Commander of the forbidden army, Trieu Tranh, was promoted by me. The general eunuch of the palace, Truong Toan Phuc, is a member of the Queen Mother. Even tea in Qianqing Palace. They are all in charge of Phuong Nghi Palace's people. Everything belongs to people. It's all under our control. For this. The Queen Mother only said one sentence:

“Not bad job.”

“But it's still not enough.”

I understand what people mean. As long as the Emperor remains in office for one more day. He is still the righteous Son of Heaven. Still have to go one step further. Final step. A few days later. The Queen Mother officially issued the order.

“The Emperor's dragon body is restless and cannot handle political matters.”

“Orders to Queen Tham to oversee the country.”

“Dominant of the court.”

"The six ministries must obey orders."

“The Cabinet's agenda is first presented to the Queen.”

“Then offer it Queen Mother's Palace."

The holy day is given. I sat in Can Thanh Palace all day long. Ngoc Tran stood next to him grinding ink. Look at me approving each chapter version one by one.

“Your highness.”

“Are you really going to handle all these chapters?”

“What if not?”

“But shouldn't these things be approved by His Majesty?”

“The Emperor is sick.”

“This palace will handle it on your behalf.”

“But His Majesty is not sick…”

“Ngoc Tran.”

I put down my pen. Raise your head to look at her.

“From today.”

“The four words 'His Majesty is not sick'.”

“Don't let this palace hear it a second time.”

Ngoc Tran immediately shivered. Hastily bowed his head. Don't dare say another word. Bishop's days. It's more tiring and more convenient than we imagined. It's because of the performance. Every day it is not yet dawn. I had to wake up. Just keep approving until late at night. There's not even time to drink a cup of tea. Books of the Household Ministry. Military intelligence of the Ministry of Defense. Case file of the Ministry of Justice. Each version is thicker than the previous one.