Chapter 6 — The Seventy-year-old Ancestor single-handedly built a barbaric official to demand justice for me

Three days ago, she left the palace to work and just happened to hear the news that I "slipped" and fell into the water. She felt that this matter was suspicious, so she secretly sent someone to the cemetery to investigate. The person who was sent discovered that at that time I actually still had an extremely weak aura. It's just that the body freezes, falling into a state of pseudo-death. They immediately secretly took me away and brought me to a temporary residence outside Mother Ly's palace. Mother Ly didn't dare to make a big deal out of it, so she could only invite the doctor to treat me and report this matter to the Queen. The Queen used to be my mother's loyal friend. When she heard this story, she was both scared and angry. She immediately issued orders to welcome me into the palace, ordered the Royal Hospital to personally diagnose and treat me, and all the medicinal herbs used for nursing were of the highest quality in the palace. It's just that my injuries were too severe, I was still in a coma, and didn't wake up until this morning.

"General Phung, originally this matter was decided by the palace to be told to you after a clear investigation."

The Queen spoke up to explain.

“I didn't expect you to go one step ahead... causing such a big stir.”

After listening, grandmother immediately turned around and bowed deeply to the Queen.

“Thank you so much for saving my life.”

The Queen quickly helped her up.

“The general said too much.”

"Thanh Loan is also a child that I have watched grow up. I cannot stand by and watch him being killed by others."

I hovered next to it, listening to everything. It turns out that's the case. I'm not dead yet. I have been saved. So my soul... what is it all about? Why did my soul leave my body and see all of this? Let's try to reach out and touch the "me" who is still alive. But my hand went directly through her body. I'm still just a soul. And she is a living, flesh-and-blood person. A great and mythical mystery completely envelops us. At that moment, "I" who was still alive spoke to my grandmother:

"Grandma, when it comes to the family's daughter, it's not convenient for the elders to come out directly."

“Next, let me handle it myself.”

“I want those who have harmed me, bullied me, and humiliated me to pay.”

Her eyes were no longer the weak Trieu Thanh Loan before. In her eyes, there was only cold hatred and determination left. Grandma looked at her and slowly nodded.

“Whatever you want to do, grandma will support you.”

“Even if you want to destroy this entire capital, you can.”

The Queen looked at that scene, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes, but in the end she still said nothing. She knew that an even bigger storm was about to come. Three days later.

Our "national funeral" was held on time.

Only this time, inside the coffin is a fake wooden person carved from agarwood. As for me, the real Trieu Thanh Loan, I changed into a palace maid's outfit and stood in the middle of the funeral procession. I watched my coffin being carried out of the royal palace, across the capital. I looked at the crowd of people pointing and talking about my coffin. Also saw many familiar faces. The noble ladies who once flattered Trieu Yen Nhien used to laugh at me. Relatives once saw my decline and coldly mocked me. This moment, everyone They all changed into a sad look, pretending to be hypocrites and following the funeral. My eyes glanced over each of their faces. I remember clearly each person's face. The group went halfway. An unexpected person blocked the path. The Third Prince, no, now it should be called the commoner Ly Canh. He was wearing a prison uniform, his hair was scattered, and he was being escorted. I don't know what method he used to convince the prison guards to allow him to see me off on the final journey. He knelt before my coffin, crying until tears were running down his nose.

"Thanh Loan! It's my fault for you!"

"It's my blind eyes and mistaken belief in a traitor that has harmed you to this extent!"

“If you are sacred under the golden stream, please forgive me!”

He acted with extreme pain and sincerity, as if his feelings were truly profound. Even the people around were somewhat moved.