Chapter 8 — Widow Holding Flag

Those two children - are both the children of his third brother. That same day, he brutally beat his wife and threw her into the firewood room. Late at night, the firewood in the room suddenly caught fire. The fire was unusually fierce, the well water poured back in like oil, swallowing the whole hospital in the blink of an eye. The second room and the empty house of the three rooms next door all turned into ashes. Lam Truong Vinh stood in front of the ruins, crying and laughing, but was dragged by the maid and pressed to the ground.

“Set fire, kill your wife, take her away.”

The Lam family's hundred-year reputation has since completely collapsed. The next day, the sound of gongs and drums rang out across the street, and the lion dance team stretched for several miles. People crowded both sides of the street cheering, drinking in teahouses, and gossiping endlessly. Tell about the crime of Marquis Thua An, then mention the cruel tricks of the Lam family to harm my mother-in-law.

“I heard that the To family spent money to celebrate for seven days!”

"It's worth it! In the past, the Su family was almost harmed by them, but now we can release our anger!"

I sat in the carriage, headed straight towards the palace gate. The Queen saw me coming and waved her hand to let me go left and right. There are only two of us left in the palace. I knelt down and prostrated:

“The god of luck does not betray his destiny.”

There was silence for a long time. She suddenly said:

“Minh Duong, these past few days I often miss you from the past.”

"At that time, I was radiant and proud, and my heart was pure and kind."

“But now the punishment is decisive, discreet and without any loopholes.” She paused for a moment, "I don't know if I helped you or harmed you."

“Of course I help,” I bowed deeper, “if it weren't for your majesty, I wouldn't know that women also have the opportunity to fulfill their ambitions.”

Ridiculous. I have never been a pure and kind person.

"It's just that now I just want to keep my deceased husband's wishes and live, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to continue supporting your majesty."

"So Ha Lan Van Nhuoc, can you handle your responsibility?"

“She understands the rules better than me.”

“Your Majesty needs a blade, she will be the strongest blade.”

The Queen sighed, as if truly regretful, and as if a burden had been lifted.

"That's it. Your father gave a letter, saying he could find a hot spring for you in Jiangnan to recuperate," she smiled slightly, "also knows how to find an excuse."

I bowed my head again:

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The palace is long and beautiful, and the spring rain is as thin as silk. In front, a shadow of a crimson palace. Kieu Nguyet Di stood with an umbrella in the middle of the dim rain. She tilted the umbrella halfway towards me, walking shoulder to shoulder into the rain.

"I'm always... one step behind you."

I did not answer.

“You clearly have the opportunity to eliminate me too, why don't you take action?”

“Being a female official is very difficult.”

"It's a hundred thousand times more difficult than a man," I looked towards the palace gate ahead, "a female official with ambition but no support is even more difficult."

Her steps stopped. I laughed:

“The death of Marquis Thua An is a gift I gave you before leaving.”

"I want you to see clearly what a burden is. Parents' expectations, sisterhood, royal rules - if they become chains, they must be cut off with their own hands."

“You want to go far with His Majesty, so understand that.”

The edges of her eyes suddenly turned red.

“In the past, on this very road, Your Majesty intentionally let me hear…”

“Know.”

“It's just a manipulation technique.”

"In the past years, you and I have been in darkness, but in the end we still left each other a way out."

The story of Lam Kha pretending to be dead, wrapping paper get fire. She is always watching me, sooner or later there will be evidence. But she didn't expose it - doesn't she also understand how difficult it is for female officials.

“It's not a way out,” she smiled bitterly, “but I'm afraid of you.”

“I'm afraid that if I really touch your weakness, you will turn into a killer god, dragging me to death with you.”

We looked at each other and laughed.

“Unexpectedly, the person who understands me the most in this world is you.”

The palace gate is right before your eyes. She stopped walking and handed the umbrella into my hand.

“This time... the mountains are high and the rivers are long.”

I took the umbrella handle and touched her cold fingertips.

“Take care.”

She turned around and gradually disappeared in the rain. I held my umbrella and walked out of the palace gate alone. Heaven and earth are vast. From here, the rivers and lakes are far away, the temples are high. It's hard to meet enemies anymore. Just. I turned my head to look at the majestic palace wall in the mist, where there was a young figure, holding a scroll and hurriedly walking through the long hallway. Ha Lan Van Nhuoc. Kieu Nguyet Di, this “offering” — you must like it too. 【Side story】

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In front of Ngo Mon, a group escorting death row prisoners suddenly became chaotic. Some people broke free from the shackles and ran away frantically. The horses whinnied and the people screamed. The soldiers danced their swords, blood splattered. A carriage passing by crashed and overturned. The axle broke, and a slender figure was thrown from the vehicle. The thin silk dress was moonlight white, like snow falling into the mud. And then we see the cold steel of the spring-embroidered blade.