Chapter 7 — Widow Holding Flag

The Marquis of Thua An had long desired her, but because he was afraid of the queen, he did not dare to act. To grasp the younger sister means to grasp the elder sister.

“When do you plan to kill him?!” Her voice trembled as she finally asked that question.

I burst out laughing:

"Hasn't Kieu Thuong Cung always preached rules and always hated me for 'treating evil with evil'? Now I can't sit still?"

She gritted her teeth: "I said something wrong before!"

“Let her save herself.”

"In three days, Marquis Thua An will hold a party. Drunk and slipping, falling into the water and drowning - is also normal."

She was stunned: "You want Thi Thi to push him into the water? He doesn't dare! He doesn't have that ability!" I walked towards the door and looked back at her:

"It seems that you two sisters really don't understand each other very well. You just need to tell her that this is the only way to live. She definitely dares. I will also give her a helping hand."

Kieu Nguyet Di finally understood: "You have already planned everything? Borrow the hands of me and my sister to kill Luu Ky?!" I smiled and did not answer. Stepping out of the tea house, I ordered the attendant to apply medicine to Van Nhuoc's wrist. Seeing her deep in thought, I asked: "What are you thinking about?" She was silent for a moment then replied:

“Don't be the one who keeps the rules. Be the one who sets the rules.”

10

Banquet at Marquis Thua An's palace. I sat in the most hidden corner, looking at him hugging left and right, extremely happy. Halfway through the party, Kieu Thi Thi covered her face with thin gauze, dressed as a maid, and supported his unsteady arm.

“Master, be careful under your feet!”

Before he finished speaking, he fell straight into the lake, water splashing. My beloved concubine screamed shrilly and rushed to the railing. Her family and guards jumped in panic to "save people". In the chaos, a few hands were vaguely seen in the water, pinning his struggling limbs, pushing him down again and again to the deep bottom. The sound of crying for help, the sound of water splashing, and the sound of broken dishes blending into one. I raised the cup in front of me and took a sip. Good wine, really good wine. Doesn't stick to the head, doesn't sting the throat, feels gentle in the mouth. After five years of planning, the net was finally collected. Five years ago, for the first time, he stuck his hand into the money and hid dirty money in royal merchant To Khiem's warehouse. When the Dong Song incident broke out, he pushed the subordinates of the Ministry of Protection to take the blame and accused the To family of colluding. In the Bo Hinh prison, old man To was beaten until he had only one breath left. That was our "famous battle". When I was fifteen years old, I knelt before the queen and presented the accounts of the flow of money and witness testimonies, section by section dissecting the "ironclad evidence" of To Khiem's murder. The To family was exonerated, and the accomplice was beheaded. As for me - although I caught a glimpse of Marquis Thua An standing behind the curtain. But at that time, I couldn't touch him. So I locked the pages of evidence related to him in the trunk. I leave him unharmed and continue to add wings to the tiger. Looking at his eyes that were lucky to escape death gradually turned into bottomless greed. What I want is for him to relax his guard. From then on, in the pub he often visited, there was a young lady who attentively poured wine, in his mansion there was a quiet cleaner, and even the concubine who understood the most about moods - all were in my hands. Little by little, the bait was presented to him: "If you change the route, you can swallow hundreds of thousands of food separately", "If you sell salt illegally, your profit will be doubled." Watch him swallow. Look at him bulging. Watching his hand stretch further, finally daring to touch the military food. Greed Go. Just be greedy. Greedy to the point of being angry with people, greedy to the point of evidence piling up like a mountain. So greedy that — even the queen who most wanted to protect him — couldn't tolerate him. Finally, just today — an “accident”. When the royal doctor staggered over carrying the medicine box, the lake surface was calm. Several soaked "deputies" dragged the body to shore, pressed its chest a few times, shook their heads, and knelt down screaming and crying.

“The Marquis slipped and fell drunk!”

The whole area burst into tears, real and fake, hard to tell.

The "dark guard" next to me quietly held my hand.

Thank you for finally avenging his grandfather who was falsely accused and died miserably. Far away, Kieu Thi Thi sat limply on the ground, Kieu Nguyet Di rushed to hug her. Passing through layers of shadows, she used her eyes to quietly question me:

“Did Kieu Thi Thi step into your trap from the moment she entered the Lam family palace?”

11

The Marquis of Thua An drowned. Bloody cases involving provisions, iron salt, military fees - every embezzlement, every bloody pen stroke - all the evidence is exposed to the world. Thirteen officials involved were immediately imprisoned. The name of the Lam family's Tam family - Lam Ha Vi - stands tall on the list. Colluding with foreign invaders, smuggling matchsticks, beheaded and decreed. The property of the Three Rooms was confiscated, and his relatives were exiled. Hearing the news, the old man couldn't catch his breath and collapsed before the ancestral spirit, never to wake up again.