Chapter 8 — The Prince Regent's Gossip Has Escaped

"If that's the case, this concubine... no, now it should be called this palace. This palace will be in charge, so that you can rest well in your old age in this Giang Nam prison."

"Ta Van Thu, you faked a holy edict, aren't you afraid that the people of the world will all stand up and attack?"

Tieu Hanh's voice was as hoarse as if it had been rubbed through sandpaper.

“Fake a holy edict?”

Ta Van Thu laughed softly, tucked the tiger talisman into his sleeve, slowly walked in front of him, looking down from above.

"On this decree is the little emperor's jade sister. As for the people of the world..."

“They only care about who can give them a high position and honor.”

"For the sake of a woman, you didn't pay attention to government affairs for half a month. The deficit in relief funds in Jiangnan even made people complain everywhere."

"Our Ta family obeys the will of the people, follows the rules, who dares to say half a word?"

She paused slightly, her eyes gradually becoming cold.

“Tieu Hanh, you lost.”

“You lose by being too conceited, you also lose by being too sentimental.”

“In this spiral of power, the most taboo thing is to let others see your weaknesses.”

Tieu Hanh closed his eyes, no longer paying attention to Ta Van Thu's sarcastic words. His eyes passed her, falling on the person standing quietly in the darkness from beginning to end.

“Are you satisfied?”

He laughed bitterly, his voice revealing endless sadness.

“Send it away.”

I did not answer his question, just faintly advised the leader of the Musketeers. Three days later, the Jiangnan prison. The musty smell mixed with the smell of rotting blood spread throughout the dark room. Tieu Hanh leaned against the cold wall, his noble black brocade robe that had been impregnable for years was now stained with dirty mud, his hair was messy, and his appearance was haggard and haggard. The iron door of the prison room was slowly pushed open. A weak ray of light entered. Tieu Hanh suddenly raised his head, and the moment he saw the person clearly, an almost crazy light immediately flared in his dark gray eyes. He struggled to stand up, dragging the heavy chains and rushing in front of the iron bars, his hands tightly gripping the rough iron bars.

"You came to visit me... I know, you still have me in your heart!"

I carried a lantern and stood outside the prison, looking calmly at him.

“Your Majesty has misunderstood.”

I hung the lantern on an iron hook on the wall.

"I came here just to see what the Regent Prince who was once so noble would look like after falling into the mud."

“Van Van, don't treat me like that…”

Tieu Hanh's voice trembled violently. He stretched out his blood-stained hand, wanting to touch the corner of her shirt, but she just slightly leaned away. His hand stiffened in mid-air, and finally dropped helplessly.

“I lost, I have nothing left.”

Tieu Hanh's eye sockets were red, tears constantly swirling at the bottom of his eyes.

"Ta Van Thu usurped my military power, the Queen Mother made me a commoner, my whole life is completely ruined."

“Van Van, now I only have you…”

"Can you forgive me? Let's leave this place, go to a place no one knows, I plow the fields, you do the dressing, we start again from the beginning..."

“Start again from the beginning?”

Ta Looking at his humble appearance, low to the ground, there was not even a trace of wavering in his heart, and he was too lazy to even give him alms.

“Tieu Hanh, what right do you have to think that after destroying me for three years, just one sentence to start over can erase everything?”

“That year I was really forced to the limit!”

Tieu Hanh frantically explained.

“If I didn't lock you up in the heavenly courtyard, if I didn't use your father to threaten you, how would you obediently stay by my side?

“I did it because I love you!”

I feel like I just heard something extremely funny.

“Your love is to break my wings, pluck out my feathers, then lock me in a cage, watching me wag my tail and beg for mercy?”

“It's not…”

“Tieu Hanh, from beginning to end, the only person you love is yourself.”

I coldly interrupted him.

"You are not only in love with the power you hold in your hands, but also in love with the feeling that thousands of people obey you, each word and every word cherishing you like a supreme king."