Chapter 12 — The Lady Refuses to Kiss a Disabled Man, I Choose Him as My Husband

Maybe she never thought of it. The disabled person she threw away... Will one day stand up again. Even... Even more brilliant than before. And the girl she once despised the most... was now wearing the uniform that she dreamed of day and night. Standing next to that man. Accept all eyes of the world. The irony of fate… Nothing more than that. I smiled slightly at her. In that smile… There is no provocation. There is only serenity. But it was that calmness... that made her the most crazy. Vuong Thi Lang led us to the main table. That location... Directly opposite the Third Prince and To Cam Tu. It's truly a miserable experience. The banquet begins. Peaceful singing and dancing. A scene of harmony. But in the air... A kind of tension spread like a heavy rain was about to come. Wine lasts three weeks. Vuong Thi Lang finally stood up. He raised two cups of wine. With a rosy face, he walked in front of us.

“General, ma'am.”

"This official official has two cups, one bowl."

“This cup is to congratulate the general on his recovery!” He pushed the wine cup to Tieu Bac Da

“This cup is also because of my previous ignorance, please make amends to the general!” He took the cup back to himself.

He finished speaking. I immediately wanted to drink the cup of wine in my hand that had been brought to me in one gulp. As if to prove that wine is just wine. Tieu Bac Da raised his hand to block the wine cup in his other hand.

“Vuong Thi Lang.”

Tieu Bac Da's voice was very light. But it made the whole hall... Quiet in an instant.

“There is no need to apologize.”

“This general is only afraid of your wine cup…”

“Something else is not clean.”

“For example… Thuc Tam Thao.”

One sentence... Like thunder exploding in a clear sky. The smile on Vuong Thi Lang's face... In a frozen moment. His hand holding the cup of wine... began to tremble uncontrollably. Wine spilled out. Dripping down on the expensive carpet.

“General… general… you… what are you talking about?”

“The lower official… the lower official doesn't understand.”

His voice... Because of fear, it became shrill. I stood up. From his sleeve he took out a small silver needle. I handed over the silver needle... Slowly dipped it into the remaining cup of wine in his hand. Under everyone's frightened eyes. That silver needle… At a speed visible to the naked eye… Quickly turned pitch black.

“Vuong Thi Lang.”

Cold as frost.

“Currently…”

“Do you understand yet?”

The moment the silver needle turns black. The entire banquet hall...fell into deathly silence. All the guests... All of them widened their eyes in horror. Look at Vuong Thi Lang. Look at us again. The expressions on their faces... From watching a play... Turned into fear. This matter... is no longer a simple official struggle. This is poisoning in a crowded place. It's murder! Vuong Thi Lang's body... Trembled like a mill.

“No… not me!”

He made a "thud" sound and knelt to the ground. The wine cup fell and broke.

"It wasn't me who did it! Someone wanted to harm me!"

He shouted in defense. His face was as white as paper.

“Hurt you?”

Tieu Bac Da laughed coldly. The voice was filled with sarcasm.

“Vuong Thi Lang, have you forgotten?”

"That year in Bac Cuong, who revealed our military route to the enemy?"

“Who bribed the military doctor, on the way back to the capital, using Thuc Tam Grass to exchange healing medicine mine?”

“Who is it again, thinking that I have become a waste, then cutting off my benefits, oppressing my servants, trying to put me on the road to death?”

With every sentence Tieu Bac Da said... Vuong Thi Lang's face became a little whiter. In his eyes... Filled with incomparable fear. These things...He does them very discreetly. How did Tieu Bac Da know?

“You… you slander!”

He was still struggling one last time.

“Do you have proof?”

“Evidence?”

The corners of Tieu Bac Da's lips...curved into a cruel smile.

“This general is working…”

“There was no need for evidence before.”

“Let your death be clear.”

He clapped his hands. The hall door... Was pushed open by someone from outside. Two soldiers... Escorting a man tied tightly with rope, his mouth stuffed with a rag... When Vuong Thi Lang saw that man's face... The last bit of blood on his face... Also completely disappeared. His whole body... Like a puddle of mud. Softly falling to the ground. That was the butler in his palace. It's also the person who does all these dirty jobs on his behalf. Tieu Bac Da stepped in front of the butler. Pull the rag out of his mouth.

“What you know…”

“Say it all.”

The butler was already scared to death. He knelt on the ground. Constantly kowtowing to Tieu Bac Da.

“General, spare your life! General, spare your life!”

“It was all Vuong Thi Lang who ordered me to do it!”

"It was he who told me to contact Detective Bac Man, it was he who told me to spend a large amount of money to Bach Thao Duong to buy Thuc Tam Thao, and it was he who told me to go to the Infantry to take care of your salary and benefits!"

"Even today's cup of poisoned wine, he personally gave it to me!"

The butler's words... Like heavy bombs... Exploding in the crowd. Everyone... Was so shocked by this terrifying plot that they were speechless. Enemy intelligence. Plotting to harm the commander. Poisoning royal officials. These three crimes... Just one crime... It's enough to get him banished from the whole family!