Chapter 9 — The Emperor gave me a wedding, the General publicly proposed me as his concubine, I threw away my veil and left

Tears in Lieu Thanh Ha's eyes lingered on her eyelashes for a long time before falling. Mother Truong seemed to grasp the last straw to save her life and quickly said:

“Your Majesty, there is a secret compartment in the study room of the mansion.”

“The outside books are only burned, but the secret compartment is behind the third brick near the base of the wall.”

“Every month the manager puts checks and letters in there.”

"This old slave once saw the cover of that book, on top was the military seal of Bac Canh."

The Minister of Military Affairs impatiently bowed his head.

"Your Majesty, I would like to immediately blockade the warehouse of the Ministry of Defense and inspect all imports and exports of Bac Canh documents in the last three years."

The Emperor did not immediately prepare the preparations. The person looked towards Luc Canh Tham.

“You commanded the Northern Realm army for three years.”

“The hospital is hiding these things again.”

“Are you saying you don't know?”

Luc Canh Tham bowed his head vigorously.

"I knew there were some old books brought back to the capital, but I didn't know they ended up in the mansion."

“Who escorted the old military records?”

“Deputy General Han Shaoheng.”

“Where are you now?”

Luc Canh Tham paused for a moment.

"Half a month ago, he obeyed orders and returned to Bac Canh to reorganize the army."

The Emperor smiled softly.

“Very clever.”

Just those two words ended. Behind everyone in the palace there was a cold aura. I looked at Luc Canh Tham.

“The General is anxious to keep me in the palace today.”

"Are you afraid that I will disrupt the wedding, or are you afraid that after I enter the palace, it will cause problems in the private courtyard?"

Luc Canh Tham's eyes immediately turned cold.

“Lin Chieu Nha, don't combine these two things into one.”

“The one who combined them was not me.”

I pointed to the letter.

“But it's her.”

Lieu Thanh Ha shook her head, cried and said:

“Lady Lam, why are you so determined to put me in a dead end?”

“I'm just a helpless woman.”

I looked at her white fingertips.

“You have no one to rely on, yet you can live in the villa in the west of the city.”

“You come from a lowly background, yet you can order your mother to arrange everything at the palace gate.”

"Your mouth always says that you only want a place to live, but next to you, you hide Bac Canh's old books."

"Miss Lieu, your life... is more precious than my Lam family's daughter."

Tears fell even harder on her face. Luc Canh Tham closed his eyes, as if trying his best to suppress something. At that moment, the sound of armor clashing outside the palace rang out. The commander of the army quickly entered the palace, holding up a wooden box that had been blackened by smoke with both hands.

“Your Majesty, the secret compartment in the mansion on the west side of the city has been opened.”

“The fire broke out too quickly, the secret compartment has not yet been completely burned.”

"In the trunk there are three books, seven secret letters, and an old military seal of Bac Canh."

The Emperor raised his eyes.

“Raise it.”

When the wooden box was opened, a smell of burning smoke immediately spread. The book on top had its corners burned black by fire. But when I turned to the first page, the words on it were still clearly visible. Bac Canh's death allowance. My fingertips immediately tightened. The Queen softly called me.

“Chieu Nha.”

I stared at those four words, only feeling like my chest was being pressed down little by little by a blunt heavy object. People The Lam family is dead. People who have buried their bones on the border. The death allowance in the past was recorded line by line in the royal books. But now... Appeared again in the secret compartment of the villa used to arrange for Lieu Thanh Ha to live. The Emperor's face was extremely cold. The person turns a page. His eyes suddenly stopped.

“Suicide allowance for Lam Vien Son's relatives, three thousand taels.”

Lam Vien Son... Is my father's name. I'm still kneeling in place. Throat tight and dry. But I don't cry. Luc Canh Tham's face completely changed.

“No way.”

The Emperor threw the notebook down in front of him.

“See for yourself.”

Luc Canh Tham lowered his head and looked down. Right in the next moment. His whole body stiffened in place. Behind the Lam family's death benefit is in the book. There is a clear sign of receipt. Luc Canh Tham stared at the notebook, the blue veins on his temples appearing one after another.

“That is not my handwriting.”

His Majesty asked:

“If it's not yours, then whose is it?”

Luc Canh Tham raised his head, his voice hoarse.

“I have never seen this notebook before.”

“I would never embezzle the Lam family's survivor benefits.”

I look at him.

“You didn't.”

“So did the Luc family people do it or not?”

Lady Thai's body slightly staggered, almost unsteady on her knees. She said with a trembling voice:

“Chieu Nha, although the Luc family is at fault, but this kind of conscience-shattering thing, I absolutely do not dare to do.”

The Emperor did not look at her, just turned to the second notebook.