Chapter 5 — Tyrant T /An S /At Throughout the Martial Court, Again Calling My Father Father-in-law

He looked at Queen Mother Zhao.

"Your Majesty said —— 'What about my biological mother? That year when she sat and watched someone else come and kill me, she was no longer my mother.'"

Queen Mother Zhao's whole body was shocked. It was like all the strength in my body was drained in the blink of an eye. The arrogance, indignation, and unwillingness on her face—all shattered in an instant. What replaced it was fear that had penetrated deep into my bones. She finally remembered. Tieu Dien is not a person who can be bound by blood. He is a tyrant. He is not afraid of anyone. Nor accept anyone. The brothers who chased him that year were all killed by him without leaving a single person. As for Queen Mother Zhao —— That year, she chose to stand by and watch. Tieu Dien held a grudge for fifteen years. It's just that it's not time for him to pay yet. But if Queen Mother Zhao touches me today —— That time of payment will be pushed forward. Phuc An took a step forward.

"Queen Mother, please come back. From today onwards, Tu Ninh Palace is closed. Without Your Majesty's order, anyone is not allowed to enter or leave at will."

Queen Mother Trieu's lips trembled a bit. She wanted to say something, her mouth opened, but in the end no sound came out. Finally, she was "invited" out by two military guards. The palace was quiet again. Phuc An turned around to look at me, respectfully and carefully performed a grand ceremony.

"Your Highness is frightened. I'm late. Please forgive me."

I stood there, my hands still shaking.

"No... it's okay."

Phuc An smiled a little.

"Last night, Your Majesty sent a letter by pigeon, asking if your majesty was safe or not. I will reply immediately - everyone is safe and sound."

After he left. I sit alone in the palace. Look at that order card. Suddenly burst out laughing. I don't know if it was luck because I survived the disaster, or because of something else. You are truly a tyrant. Apparently thousands of miles away from the battle. Yet you still care about me being bullied by your mother. In the end... what kind of person are you? Two months later. Tieu Dien returned. It's the return of a great victory. The Northern barbarians were driven back eight hundred miles. The letter asking for peace was written in three copies. Tieu Dien didn't read even one copy and directly ordered someone to burn it all. In the end, Man Vuong had to personally kneel and beg for surrender. Tieu Dien stood on the wall and looked at him, saying only one sentence.

"Go back and tell your Khan - Dai Liang's things, not even a grain of sand is allowed to be touched. If you dare to touch, I will personally come and take the head off his neck."

Man Vuong bowed his head loudly three times, then retreated. On the day Tieu Dien returned to the capital, thousands of people poured into the streets, the whole capital was almost empty. Many people knelt to welcome both sides of the road. He was riding on horseback, wearing armor and wearing the wind and fatigue from the battle. His eyes scanned the crowd. Scanning the civil and military mandarins kneeling on the ground. Finally, his eyes stopped on the castle wall. I stood there. Wear that phoenix robe. The wind blew, the hem of the dress was swept up, making a flapping sound. He saw me. From such a distance, I can still see the corner of his lips moving slightly. Extremely light, extremely pale. But times Hey, I saw it clearly. He is smiling. That night. He arrived at Phuong Nghi palace. Do not bring a certificate. Nor did he sit behind the desk like before. He stood at the door, looking at me. Silence for a long time. Then he walked towards us. One step. Two steps. Three steps. Finally stood before me. I raised my head to look at him. Compared to two months ago, he has lost a lot of weight. The cheekbones are slightly protruding, and the lines on the chin are also sharper. There is a pale blue layer under the eyes due to fatigue. But those eyes —— Still so deep, still so deep. It's just that compared to before, there seems to be a little more.

"I'm back." He said.

Voice a bit hoarse. I nodded.

"I heard," he paused, "The Queen Mother has made things difficult for you."

"It's been handled." I said, "Phuc An is very powerful."

He did not respond. Silence for a moment. Then he reached out his hand. That clearly jointed hand stopped in midair. Like he was hesitating about something. Finally, his fingertips gently touched my cheek.