Chapter 3 — The Lord gave my whole family the crime of Tru Di, I smiled and turned around to besiege the city

He finally understood. My smile just now was not crazy. Not resigned. Nor is it despair. The smile of someone sitting and watching a great play that has just officially opened.

“Nguyet Tri Vi!”

He screamed, his voice almost tearing through his throat, looking like someone who had gone crazy.

“You dare!”

“You really dare!”

“Do you guys want to rebel?!”

"Conspire?"

It was as if I had just heard the funniest story in the world, the corners of my lips curled up slightly.

“Quan Huyen Chieu, have you forgotten?”

“This crime…”

“Didn't you personally capture my Nguyet family's head half an hour ago?”

I looked at him, my eyes cold to the end.

“Either way, it's death.”

“That's it…”

“Let's just make it come true.”

The words just ended. Behind Soc Anh, countless black-clad assassins immediately rushed into Kim Loan main hall like a rolling tide. They acted almost without making any noise. The footsteps were so light that they seemed like ghosts. The weapon in his hand reflected a cold, sharp light that made people shiver. In just a blink of an eye, all the princes and ministers in the palace were completely controlled. The officials who had just bowed their heads and remained silent like cicadas in winter, were now even more scared to the point of being paralyzed. Many people's legs went weak and they sat down directly on the ground. Some people's faces were pale. Some people's whole bodies trembled. Some people were even scared to the point of tears and runny nose. Only Hac Lien Tranh still retains a few bones. He held the long sword horizontally, stood in front of Quan Huyen Chieu, and used his body to protect the emperor behind him.

“Protect Your Majesty!”

He roared angrily. But in that voice there was still a trace of trembling. Because he knows. Faced with an organization that could quietly kill and subjugate thirty thousand forbidden soldiers, relying on him alone had no chance of victory at all. Soc Anh looked at him coldly. Those eyes were so calm that it was like looking at a dead person. Right after that. His body moved slightly. In just a blink of an eye, it disappeared from its original position. Hac Lien Tranh's pupils suddenly contracted. His whole body immediately tensed up. Almost using his fighting instincts, trained through countless battles, he only had time to raise the long sword horizontally in front of his chest. A harsh metallic collision suddenly rang out in the middle of the main hall. Along with a crisp sound, the sword in Hac Lien Tranh's hand immediately broke in half. But when did Soc Anh's short sword appear in his throat? The cold tip of the knife only needed to advance half an inch to cut off his throat. So fast that it scares people. That is the strength of the first assassin Brahma Cac. The last protective wall of Quan Huyen Chieu was destroyed so easily. There was no resistance at all. He was completely panicked. The trembling finger pointed straight at me, strong on the outside and weak on the inside, screaming:

“Nguyet Tri Vi!”

“Don't forget!”

“One hundred and thirty-seven lives of your Nguyet family are still on their way to be escorted to Tay Thi execution ground!”

“If you dare to touch me even a hair, I will immediately give an order to make all of their heads fall to the ground!”

That's the last card his. It was the last life-saving straw he could grasp. I look at him. The smile in his eyes became deeper and deeper. I asked softly again. Then gently clap your hands. The applause was not loud. But in this deathly quiet main hall, it was especially clear. The door on the side of the main hall was slowly pushed open. A familiar figure walked in from outside. He was wearing a prison uniform. The hair is somewhat scattered. But his spine is still as straight as a long spear. There was not even half the appearance of a death row prisoner waiting to be executed. That person is my father. General Tran Quoc. Nguyet Sung Son. Quan Huyen Chieu's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.

“Nguyet…”

“Nguyet Sung Son?!”

“You...how can you be here?!”

He screamed in disbelief.

“No way!”

“It can't be like that!”

“Obviously, I have ordered you to be escorted to the execution ground!”