Chapter 3 — Truong Minh Lights Are Off

She was forced to kneel in front of the steps, not allowed to move a step. She stayed up all night, her whole body like a dry log. In my heart, I still held tightly the empty urn that was brought home. Her mouth kept repeating over and over again: "Chieu Tuyet, don't come... Don't come... They want to kill you..." Tham Nghien Tu ordered someone to move him to a chair and sit opposite her. The translator placed my tablet, the empty urn, and half of the faded red string neatly on the ground in front of my mother. Tham Nghien Tu slowly asked from above: "Tell me, where is Giang Chieu Tuyet hiding?" "Was this fake death scene intentionally arranged by her to destroy my big wedding?" My mother tried to shake her head. Her tangled hair stuck to her face full of dirty blood. "The daughter of the common woman is dead." "She died in the big snow in Ninh Co Thap." "Before she died, both of her hands were crippled, but she still begged you to spare the common woman." Old lady Shen stood next to hear it, disgusted and used a scarf to cover her nose. "It's really unlucky, on a great day to come here and pretend to be crazy." "In the past." He blocked my son's career path, and now he wants to bring bad luck to him! "The old lady walked up and lifted her foot. One kick kicked the empty urn down the steps. The empty vase rolled down the blue stone slab. I instinctively rushed forward to catch it. But my hands went straight through the surface of the porcelain vase. We could only watch helplessly as it hit the rocks, made a dull sound and rolled into the middle of the yard. My mother suddenly fell silent. She didn't cry anymore. She dragged her injured leg and crawled down the steps little by little. Crawled over and hugged the empty vase back into his arms. She used the clean half of her sleeve to carefully wipe the dust from the vase. Then, she raised her head. Extremely calmly looking at Tham Nghien Tu. The voice was as light as a falling leaf. “None of you can force it to appear anymore.” Right after that. She suddenly stood up, bowed her head and rushed into the white marble column next to her. "Bang!" A heavy sound rang out. Fresh blood immediately splashed, splashing the red word joy. My mother was like a kite with its string broken, falling limply to the ground. "Mother!" I screamed in heart-wrenching pain. I knelt next to her, wanting to use my hand to cover the bleeding wound on her head. Wanting to help her close her still unclosed eyes. But my hand penetrated her cheek again and again. There's nothing I can do. I don't cry out loud. My tears have long dried up. I just suddenly understood. It turns out that after I die, they can still kill me again. Tham Nghien Tu sat on the grand master's chair. His originally unconcerned face completely changed in the moment the fresh blood spewed out. He instinctively took a half step forward. The hand tightens the armrest of the chair. But try to stop in place. The empty urn in my mother's lap rolled to his feet. The mouth of the white porcelain vase was stained with a dazzling ring of dark red blood. He bowed his head, staring at the bloody vase. The fingers slowly tightened, blue veins appeared. His lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word. At that moment, the yard fell into deathly silence. Outside the palace suddenly came a loud drum sound. "Tung!" After three breaths, the second sound rang out. "Tung!" Followed by the third sound. The heavy sound of drums penetrated each floor of the palace walls, from the royal palace, directly pressing down on this palace filled with a joyful atmosphere. Everyone in the yard changed color. An inner servant rolled and crawled into the hospital, falling straight at Tham Nghien Tu's feet. The inner voice was so sharp that it changed tone. "Sir! Something big has happened!" "Dang Van's drum is ringing!" Tham Nghien Tu suddenly

raised his head, a crack finally appeared in his eyes. Dang Van drum, if there is no earth-shattering injustice, it cannot be played. The drummer must first roll across the spiked table, having a layer of skin stripped off. On the throne. Van Martial Mandarin looked at the middle in surprise. The palace cleaner once offered tea to Mrs. Tham, who was kneeling on the white marble steps. Her forehead was so bruised that blood and flesh were mixed together, and there were blood holes all over her body from the nails. Her hands held up a secret scroll. She looked towards the main hall, crying sadly. "Lady Giang is dead!" "Lady Giang is dead too!" "If this slave doesn't speak, there will be no one in this world who can say a fair word to their two mothers!" When Tham Nghien Tu ran to the palace, her breathing was both rapid and disordered. But the first sentence he said to the palace man was still a cold question. "How many benefits has Giang Chieu Tuyet given you that is worth even your life?" The palace man raised his head with difficulty. Dirty blood covered her face, covering her eyes. She looked at Tham Nghien Tu, curled her mouth and smiled pitifully. "Lord Tham." "A dead person cannot give benefits to slaves." The great eunuch next to him openly accepted the secret book. In front of the civil and military official, open it and read it out loud. In the secret record is the original text of what old lady Tham said that day. Every word and every sentence is extremely clear.