Chapter 9 — The Husband Wants To Marry My Maid, I Take The initiative To Make Her His Wife

He raised his head, complete trust and dependence in his eyes.

“I will listen to you.”

I smiled slightly and raised my teacup.

"The moon is very beautiful tonight, let's not talk about these troublesome things anymore."

We two sisters just sat under the moon, quietly playing chess. On the chessboard, the winds and clouds change, killing decisively. Outside the chessboard, the night is gentle and the years are peaceful. This is just the beginning. After liquidating the Co family, there will still be the Ly family and the Vuong family. As long as the royal power is not strong enough, those who are watching will never disappear. And I... will always be by my brother's side, one by one, eradicating those potential threats. Also for the thousands of miles of this Great Ha country. This is my destiny. It is also... my only true heart. Day by day, day by day, each day passes. The Co family... completely disappeared from the power center of the capital. Co Van Tranh was stripped of all his positions, remaining only a fictional general with no real name. He was kept under house arrest all day, just like a prisoner. His only "good prison"... is Ngoc Yen. The holy decree decreed that they were legally husband and wife and were required to live under the same roof. Occasionally, we can hear a few rumors related to the Co family's palace from the gossip of the servants. I heard... Co Van Tranh never looked directly at Ngoc Yen again. He poured out all his resentment and humiliation... on the woman he once "deeply loved". During the day, he treated her as if she didn't exist. At night, he used the most brutal methods to torture her. But the name he called... will always be my name.

“Tham Van Tinh… Tham Van Tinh… why… why…”

Ngoc Yen's days were even more difficult to live than hell. The life of silk and silk, surrounded by servants that she had dreamed of... she had indeed had it. But at the same time, she also received all the hate and resentment from the entire Co family. The mother was hit by wind, and as soon as she regained consciousness, she would immediately point straight at her face and use a distorted voice that could not understand the words to curse her as a "slut" and a "comet". Every time Co Van Tranh got drunk, he would punch and kick her. She quickly withered from a phoenix on the tip of a branch, turning back into a grass chicken coming out of the sewers, not even as good as a grass chicken. She wants to hide. But there's nowhere to hide. She is Lady Co, ordained by the emperor himself. Her existence itself is the biggest sarcasm and punishment for the Co family. She lives... more useful than death. Gradually, she began to go crazy. Often crying and laughing alone in the hospital, frantically tearing the gorgeous clothes on her body, constantly muttering:

"I'm not Mrs. Co... I don't want to be Mrs. Co..."

The so-called "true love" of the past, faced with the cruel reality... was crushed to pieces, leaving only a piece of chaos. But I... started to get busy with something else. After the Northwest military power was withdrawn to the royal court, several small-scale riots also occurred continuously at the border. A new nomadic force is gradually rising, constantly provoking the border. At court, the courtiers argued constantly talking about who should be sent to defend. The minister was afraid that the martial generals held too much military power, and the generals all had their own thoughts, and no one wanted to gnaw on that hard bone. Tieu Canh Diem is upset because of this. One day, after finishing discussing politics in the royal library, I stayed behind.

“Your Majesty is still upset about the position of commander of the Northwest?”

I asked him while helping him sharpen his ink.

"That's right."

Tieu Canh Diem gently rubbed her eyebrows.

“The whole court of literature and martial arts... but could not find a single person who could be of great use.”

I put down the inkstone, looked at the northwest direction on the map, and faintly opened my mouth:

“Sister Shen… there is someone suitable.”

Tieu Canh Diem raised his head.

“General Phieu Ky, Co Van Tranh.”

I slowly uttered that name.