Chapter 4 — The Seventy-year-old Ancestor single-handedly built a barbaric official to demand justice for me

Grandma's eyes turned to Trieu Yen Nhien.

“Don't you really like getting married?”

“Today, I will personally send you off for a while.”

“Let you go down there and be friends with my niece!”

The Qingguan knife slowly raised. Trieu Yen Nhien's pupils shrank into a point as small as a needle tip.

"No! Don't!"

Trieu Duc and Ly Canh finally responded.

“Stop!”

"You brave people, you dare to hurt the prince!"

The two of them shouted almost at the same time. Ly Canh's bodyguards finally rushed forward, more than ten swords pointing straight at her grandmother. But grandma didn't even look at them. The sword in her hand was still firmly pointed straight at Trieu Yen Nhien.

“Third prince, right?”

Her gaze passed through the guards and fell straight on Ly Canh.

“You want to protect it?”

Ly Canh's face turned pale, but he still stubbornly said:

"Trieu Yen Nhien today got married to this king, and is now my king's royal concubine."

“If you dare to hurt her, you are an enemy of the royal family!”

He wanted to use the royal name to force his grandmother to back down. But he miscalculated. After hearing the word "royalty", grandmother burst out laughing.

“Royal?”

“Fifty years ago, when I followed the emperor to fight in the world, your father didn't even know where he was wearing pants with holes in his crotch!”

“Using the royal family to force me?”

As she finished speaking, her wrist suddenly shook. The officer's sword swept out horizontally.

“King ding ding!”

A series of metallic collision sounds rang out continuously. More than ten guards were surrounding her, all the swords hanging at her waist were thrown out. They hugged their tiger mouth (the space between the thumb and index finger), which was numb, and continuously retreated back in fear. No one can stop her. Grandma carried the knife and walked step by step towards Ly Canh.

"Today, this marriage, do I give permission?"

“Have we leveled this Prime Minister's Palace yet?”

“Have I reported my niece's feud yet?”

Each time she asked a question, she took one step forward. Ly Canh was so pressured by the momentum on her body that he continuously backed away, until his back hit the city wall, leaving no way to retreat. The dignity of a prince on him had completely disappeared in this moment.

“You… who are you?”

Even Ly Canh's voice began to tremble. Trieu Duc also quickly rushed forward, blocking Ly Canh's face, shouting loudly:

"Phung Loan! Haven't you been mad enough yet?"

"This is the capital! It's at the feet of the Emperor! It's not your turn to be arrogant!"

He finally called out his grandmother's name. Phung Loan. A name that has long been forgotten by the capital. Grandma, also Phung Loan, slowly stopped walking. She looked at Trieu Duc, her eyes filled with contempt.

“At the feet of heaven?”

“Trieu Duc, do you think I came here empty-handed today?”

Having finished speaking, she took out an object from her chest. It was a black iron plate with the word "Sat" engraved on it as red as blood. As soon as he saw that iron card, Trieu Duc's pupils suddenly contracted violently. Ly Canh was also stunned. Even a few older officials around them simultaneously took a deep breath of cold air.

“The emperor's dragon order!”

Do Dragon Order. It is a sacred object given by the emperor. Seeing the order is like seeing a king. The holder of this command card has the right to behead and strike later, from above to behead soldiers, and from below to behead traitors. In his entire life, the Emperor only gave out exactly three blocks. A block given to the founding general of the country, has long followed that general to the grave. One block is in the hands of the reigning saint. The last block was given to the female general Phung Loan, who that year pacified the eight directions, achieved glorious victories, but took off her armor and returned to the field when she was still in her teens. Also my grandmother. Trieu Duc's lips began to tremble. He never expected that his old mother, whom he had thrown back to his hometown for twenty years, whom he had always thought was crazy and stupid, still kept this murderous aura with her. Ly Canh's face became even whiter. Just now, he used royal majesty to suppress a person holding a Dragon Order. How stupid that is. Grandma held up Do Long Order in front of everyone.