Chapter 19 — Three Thousand Hairs Fall All Over The Ground, The Royal Regret Goes Crazy

Tieu Huyen looked at that tombstone. Look at those two glaring words "dead wife". His whole body seemed to have been drained of all its strength.

With a "thud" sound, he knelt down in front of the grave.

He reached out, trembling, wanting to touch the cold stele. But his hand stopped in midair. No matter what, it can't be lowered. A hoarse, broken whisper, carrying endless regret. Spilled from his mouth. He was still late in the end. In the end, he still personally lost the girl who had loved him for ten years. At that moment, his pupils suddenly shrank, his eyes seemed to be pinned by something. Right next to the stele. A white jade orchid brooch is neatly fixed in a carved slot. The cold white brooch lay there quietly. Like a farewell. As well as a taunt. A cold flow suddenly rose from his spine, making his whole body numb. A terrifying thought, like lightning, tore through his mind. The woman in Van Thu Pavilion. The woman calmly smiled at him. The woman has eyes exactly like Tham Dao. The woman's name is…

“To Dao...

A pitiful scream like a beast having its heart torn out burst out of his throat. He jumped up like a crazy person. A mouthful of fresh blood spurted straight out. Blood stained red the words "died" on the tombstone. Blindingly red. Red like a verdict. Until this moment. He finally understood everything. The truth is like a sharp, poisoned blade. Lang Tri thoroughly wiped Tieu Huyen's heart, which was already full of wounds. Turns out he was just a dancing clown from beginning to end. A pitiful person being toyed with in the palm of my hand. He thought he was destroying my position and sending me to hell. He thought he controlled everything and trampled me under his feet. But he doesn't know. I have long returned from hell. Transformed into a gentle nightmare that he could not resist. Step by step, he lured him towards the abyss of eternal life. He thought he was hunting me. But he doesn't know. From the beginning, he was my prey. There is no revenge in this world more cruel and piercing to the heart. At that moment, Tieu Huyen went completely crazy. He was like a wounded animal cornered, screaming madly in the mountains and forests. He used his sword to cut all the surrounding bamboo trees. He used his bloody hands to dig the empty grave, as if he was digging up the past, where all his own sins and ignorance were buried. Until the ten fingers were bloody, the flesh was torn and the skin was torn. He also didn't stop. In the end, the secret guard ran over when he heard the news and forcibly knocked him unconscious before bringing him back to the royal palace. From that day. The regent fell ill. The disease is very serious. High fever that doesn't go away, mental confusion. Locked myself in the study room all day, not seeing anyone. Only one name was repeated in his mouth. The capital city has changed. The Regent faction lost its mainstay. In the blink of an eye, it became a cloud of loose sand. As for me and uncle Van Lan, we took this opportunity to join forces in the court that had long been dissatisfied with Tieu Huyen. Use the thunderous momentum to launch the final counterattack. We first control the food and economic lifeblood of the capital. After that, he was able to entice the commander of the forbidden army to take military power. Cuu Van Lan took out the secret decree of Thai To that had been sealed year with the same golden card to avoid death. Leading thirty thousand elite soldiers, the "Van family army" approached the capital. The little emperor in the main hall, in front of civil and martial officials, read out the twenty major crimes of Regent Tieu Huyen: plotting treason, and innocent murder. Ordered to strip all princely titles and revoke military authority. Imprisoned in prison awaiting treatment. The Regent King once held power over the court, no one could match him. In just one night became a prisoner. When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. Those who relied on him were also eliminated one by one. Some were dismissed, some were exiled, some were beheaded. The entire capital city welcomed an unprecedented purge. As for me, the Van family, the legendary "previous royal concubine" has died. Using the identity of "Van Dao" once again appeared before the world. The little emperor felt that the Van family had successfully suppressed the political turmoil and protected the country. He personally appointed Van Lan's uncle as "Ho Quoc Cong", a permanent hereditary title. Appointed me as "Princess of An Quoc", and proposed marriage to the new noble in the court, the young general Lam Phong. Lam Phong is the young man I rescued from a pile of corpses. He is also the person who has always been thinking about me and secretly loving me over the years. I know this is the best arrangement my uncle and the emperor have for me. They hope we can let go of the past and start a new life. Big wedding day. Ten miles of red-clad capital, the whole country rejoiced. That solemn scene was countless times more brilliant than when Tieu Huyen married Lieu Oanh Oanh. I wear phoenix uniforms. Sit in a palanquin and walk towards the general's palace. Hear outside the sound of gongs and drums and the blessings of the people. We are very calm inside. When the flower palanquin passes through the heavenly gate. I told the palanquin to stop for a moment. I lifted the palanquin curtain and looked towards that high, gloomy wall. I know Tieu Huyen is inside. In the darkest and dampest corner. Waiting for his final verdict. He probably heard the music outside. What will he think? Is it regret? Unsatisfied? Or numbness? I don't know. I also don't want to know anymore. I let go of the palanquin curtain and spoke softly. From now on, everyone goes their separate ways, no longer owing each other. Tieu Huyen did not stay long in the heavenly prison. Three days later, he used a sharpened chopstick to end his pitiful and laughable life. When he died, in his hand he still clutched a 'white jade orchid brooch' that had soon withered. That was the only dowry I brought from my mother's house when I married him long ago. It's also what I intentionally left on my fake tombstone. I heard. Before he died, he used his blood to write three words on the prison wall.

“I was wrong.”

But what if it's wrong? There is no medicine for regret in this world. There are mistakes, once made. Then you have to spend your whole life to pay the price. (FULL TEXT)