Chapter 8 — The Husband Wants To Marry My Maid, I Take The initiative To Make Her His Wife

My voice is very soft, so light that it is like a passing breeze.

"Starting from that moment, what is called my true heart... is that I want you and the entire Co family... to die without a place to bury you."

Having finished speaking, I didn't stop any longer and walked out directly. Behind him came Co Van Tranh's desperate screams of complete collapse. The sunlight shines in from outside the door and is very warm. I walked out of the Co family's main gate, locking all the filth and chaos inside behind me. The sky... was incredibly blue.

The Co family's "fun story" became the largest "funeral" in the capital during the next ten years.

Of course, the wedding banquet cannot continue to be held anymore. Under the "escort" of the military, the guests quietly left the Co family's palace one by one. Everyone's face was heavy, their mouths were tightly closed, not daring to say much. They know. The sky of the capital... is about to change. That afternoon, the Co family's main gate was tightly closed and would not be opened again. It was said that Co-Mother had a stroke on the spot, her mouth was distorted, her eyes were crooked, she was paralyzed on the bed, and could no longer speak clearly. The old general of the Co family was in the Northwest. After receiving the news, he was so angry that he spat out three large mouthfuls of blood and fell directly from his horse, breaking a leg. The entire Co family's house was covered with dark clouds, just like a grave. But in that tomb... locked two people who were alive but as if they were dead. Co Van Tranh and Ngoc Yen. I returned to the princess's palace, changed out of that heavy royal dress, and soaked in the lake for a full hour. The warm water seemed to have washed away all the dirt on my body. In the evening, my younger brother - His Majesty Tieu Canh Diem - came to my palace in disguise. He dismissed all his subordinates and personally took the black pieces to play chess with me.

“Sister Royal.”

He took down a chess piece, directly blocking my great dragon.

“Did what happened today… make you angry?”

I hold the white piece, form a living eye in another corner, and speak calmly.

“Not out of anger.”

“It's for the sake of the country.”

Tieu Canh Diem looked at me and sighed softly.

"It's wrong for you. You have to use your own marriage... to make a game of chess."

“There's nothing to be embarrassed about.”

I looked at the chess board with deep eyes.

"From the moment the royal father handed you over to me and let me help you ascend the throne, my marriage was no longer my personal matter. It was first a state matter, then... a family matter."

If Co Van Tranh was a smart person, he would have the status of royal brother-in-law, and the Co family would continue to enjoy all the glory and wealth. Unfortunately... he's not. He's too arrogant. Also too stupid. He viewed the royal marriage as a private matter that could be manipulated at will. He took my tolerance as proof of his attractiveness. That kind of person. Such a family. Holding back… can only become a disaster.

“The military power of the Co family, how do you plan to handle it?”

I asked.

"I have finished drafting the edict, using the reason that Co Kinh is old and weak, he has no way to raise his children, took back his military talisman of the Northwest camp, and ordered him to return to the capital to 'recover his illness'."

Tieu Canh Diem's voice is much calmer. These years as king have made him grow up quickly.

“As for Co Van Tranh…”

He stopped for a moment and looked ta.

"Sister Hoang, how do you think... we should deal with him?"

I lightly flicked a white chess piece, letting it hover on the chess board for a long time but still not coming down.

“Killing him… was too easy.”

I said softly.

“It's too convenient for him.”

"A man, what does he value most? Power, fame, and the ambition to build a career."

“Then… one by one, peel away the things he values most from him.”

"Let him watch himself fall from high clouds into a muddy puddle."

“Watching the woman he hated the most become the only chain binding him.”

“Watching the family fall because of him.”

“Let him live.”

“Living in endless regret and despair.”

“That… is the cruelest punishment for him.”

I lowered the chess piece in my hand, making a clear "click" sound. On the chessboard, the black pieces representing the "Co family" have been completely surrounded to death by us, leaving no longer any way to live. Tieu Canh Diem looked at the chess board and was silent for a long time.

“Sister Royal.”