Chapter 9 — General Triumph Blocks My Prayer, My Palace Has No Free Time

Two streams of muddy tears slid down from his wrinkled face. He knew he had completely lost her. Along with the whole world that he once easily had. Crown Prince Trieu Hang gradually matured, became intelligent and kind, and his reputation in the court also increased. But the emperor's body deteriorated day by day. As Imperial Concubine, I not only have to manage the harem, but also often help the emperor handle some simple orders, sharing the burden. I have become the powerful arm that the emperor trusts the most, and also the strongest supporter of the future new army. Life is busy but fulfilling. Memories of Tieu Quyet were long locked in the deepest corner, almost forgotten. Until that winter, the northern border sent another alert. The barbarians tore up the peace treaty, gathered a large army, and once again violated the Dai Chu border. The generals guarding the border failed repeatedly, and several important towns were in danger of collapsing. The court was shocked. The veteran generals are dying and retiring, while the younger generals lack the ability to take charge alone. Who to send to fight became an extremely difficult problem. The Emperor was ill and for several days continuously discussed solutions with his courtiers, worrying that he could not sleep or eat well. I looked in my eyes and felt fever in my heart. That night, I served the emperor after taking the medicine and spoke softly.

“Your Majesty, this concubine… there is actually a suitable person.”

The Emperor was a bit surprised.

"Oh? Nguyet Nhi, try telling me."

“Tieu Quyet.”

When I uttered this name, my heart still couldn't help but tremble a little. The emperor's eyebrows immediately furrowed.

"Impossible."

“He is a sinner, how can I use him again?”

I sighed softly.

“Your Majesty, I understand the worries in your hearts.”

“I also hate him and resent him.”

“But national affairs are important.”

"Currently in the court, if we talk about our understanding of Northern warfare and our ability to command troops in battle, no one can surpass him."

“If because of personal grudges, the border people suffer and the country falls, then we will become the sinners of Great Zhou.”

Everything I say is reasonable and reasonable. The emperor was silent. How could anyone not know that Tieu Quyet is the best choice? Just a person who can't overcome the problem in his heart. I hold your hand.

"Your Majesty, consider it for my concubine's sake, for Hang Nhi's sake."

"Dai Chu's country is stable, only Hang Nhi and I can be at peace."

"Use him, but don't give him too much power."

“Send a trustworthy military commander to follow, if you have merit we will reward you, if you have sins we will punish you.”

“Control him in your hands, let him become a blade used only for us.”

“That is the king's art, isn't it?”

The Emperor looked at me, his eyes filled with appreciation and joy.

“Nguyet Nhi, she has grown up.”

“It is possible to express my condolences for me and for the country.”

The person held my hand again.

“Okay, I will listen to you.”

With a holy decree, the horse was brought to that dilapidated village. When Tieu Quyet received the decree, knew he was being reused, was guilty of meritorious service, had his position restored, and went to the North to fight the enemy, his whole body was stunned. He used to think that in this life he would rot and die on this piece of dirt. He did not expect that one day he would be able to wear his armor again and hold his spear again. He knew it must be her intention. Besides her, no one would recommend him to the emperor at this time. She... she still misses her old love? A huge ray of hope, in his cold heart, flared up again. He headed towards the capital and bowed his head hard three times. Nguyet Nhi, wait for me. Waiting for my triumphant return. This time, I will definitely not let you down again. Tieu Quyet left. Carrying newly issued royal troops and horses, he rushed day and night to the North. As soon as he arrived at the border, he immediately demonstrated his extraordinary military talent. Adjust military discipline, build fortifications, and analyze the enemy situation. The general who once won hundreds of battles has returned. He took advantage of his familiarity with the terrain and his understanding of the Barbarians' tactics, continuously winning several beautiful battles. Not only did they regain lost land, but they also forced the main force of the Barbarians to retreat deep into the desert. War reports were continuously transmitted to the capital. The tide was filled with joy. Everyone praised Tieu Quyet, some even offered petitions, asking the emperor to completely pardon him. The Emperor looked at those medals and just smiled, not showing any attitude. I only watch war reports every day, but I can't see any emotions on my face. Only she knows that her heart is not as calm as it seems. That day, she received a letter from the North. Not war reporting. It's a private letter. There was no signature on the envelope. But that familiar handwriting, with just one look, she recognized that it was written by Tieu Quyet. She hesitated for a long time. Finally, still open the letter. The content of the letter is very long. Tieu Quyet wrote about the war on the border and about his future plans. The more I write about... the endless regrets over the past few years. He said, every day he thinks of her. He said, he knew he was wrong, so wrong that he couldn't forgive. He said, he didn't dare ask her for forgiveness, he just hoped she could give him another chance. When he completely pacifies the North, he will return to the capital. By then, he won't need anything. No need for officials, no need for titles. He just wanted... to be able to stand from afar and look at her once, and that would be enough. At the end of the letter, there was also a dried peach petal attached.