Chapter 5 — Going Back to Modern Day, Le Vuong Goes Crazy

Tieu Canh Hanh looked at everything. My chest felt like someone had stabbed me, and it was still spinning fiercely in my heart. Is this where you spent your last days? She was afraid of such cold, afraid of such pain... How could she get through each long night in this place?

“Search!”

“Let the king search!”

“Even if we destroy the wall, we still have to find whatever she left behind!”

The trembling guards began to search the room. Final. In that windy miscellaneous room. He found all the notebooks I wrote over the past three years. Not a diary. It's a strategic handbook. But inside, it's all about him. 【Canh Hanh doesn't eat well today, tomorrow he'll cook mountain medicine porridge.】 【Canh Hanh frowns, is there something unhappy at the court again?】 【That sword strike hurts too much, but as long as he's safe, I won't be hurt.】 【Tu Uyen Doanh has returned. He's very happy. Then... I will complete it for him.】 【Today is the last day. As long as I get the jade pendant, I can give him his life back.】 The last line, the handwriting is scribbled, and there are tear stains. Tieu Canh Hanh holds a notebook. Read every word, one by one. Each word seemed to cut another wound into his heart. He used to think that I was pleasing him because of glory and wealth. I used to think that I didn't know how to be shameless to dare to be humiliated in front of so many people. It turns out. I am for him. It's to... give him back his life.

“Phew—”

Tieu Canh Hanh suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. Dye the words on the notebook red. His eyes darkened and he fell to the ground. In a coma. He dreams. Dreaming of me wearing modern clothes, sitting in a brightly lit room, smiling brightly. He wanted to get closer, but was stopped by an invisible wall. Tieu Canh Hanh woke up, as if crazy. He posted royal signs everywhere, summoning all the Taoists and monks in the world.

“Whoever can summon her soul, my king will reward you with ten thousand taels of gold!”

He even forced the current National Teacher to return to his palace. The national teacher looked at the room full of paintings and sighed:

“Your Majesty, the Princess is not an ordinary person.”

"She was originally a soul in this world, now she just... returned to her old place."

Tieu Canh Hanh clutched the National Teacher's sleeve tightly. Like clinging to the last buoy in the deep sea.

“I want to see you.”

“No matter what the price, I still want to meet you once.”

The national teacher sighed. From his chest he took out a small light.

“Light this soul lamp, you can meet her in your dreams.”

“But the price to pay… is the loss of twenty years of life energy.”

“Furthermore, after waking up from the dream, every day you will suffer pain like having ten thousand ants gnawing at your heart, until you die.”

“Are you… willing?”

Tieu Canh Hanh looked at the lamp. No hesitation. He pulled out a knife and cut his palm. Drop fresh blood on the wick of the lamp.

“I pray.”

Even if it's drinking poison for fun. Even if it is a thousand lifetimes of irreversibility. Just need to see her again, hear her call "A Hanh". This life... How about giving it to her?

5

The soul lantern was lit, the dark blue light illuminating Tieu Canh Hanh's pale face. He closed his eyes and urgently fell into a dream. In the dream, it is not a royal palace, but a strange and colorful world. High-rise buildings, iron boxes speeding along the road. He saw Tham Niem. She wore a strange but very cool outfit She's beautiful, her hair has been cut short, she looks even more flexible. She was holding a man's arm, smiling brightly like the sun. The man was very tall, his eyes looking at her as gentle as water. Not Tieu Canh Hanh. Tham Niem held a glass of water called "milk tea" and brought it to the other man's mouth.

“Try it, it's full of sugar, super sweet!”

The man pampered her and took a sip, even helping her wipe off the cream stains at the corner of her mouth.

“Not as sweet as you.”

Tham Niem smiled and arched his eyes, stood on tiptoe and kissed the man lightly on the cheek. Tieu Canh Hanh stood on the side of the road, his heart as if a piece had been carved out by a living person. He wanted to rush forward and push the other man away. I want to loudly tell everyone that she is his wife, his Niem Niem. But his legs seemed to have grown roots, unable to move. He could only stare blankly. Look at her happy, look at her happily. But all of that has nothing to do with him anymore. The scene transforms. Tham Niem seems to be having trouble, perhaps the job is not going well. She buried her head in the man's arms and cried. The man frantically comforted her, made devilish faces, and told jokes. It wasn't until she coaxed her to laugh. Tieu Canh Hanh remembers the past. Every time Tham Niem was wronged, she could only hide under the blanket and cry quietly. Because he once said, he doesn't like crying or unlucky women. It turns out, she is also a little girl who likes to be spoiled. It's just that he was forced to the point that he had to become an understanding concubine that was heartbreaking.

“Nem Niem…”

He opened his mouth and called out without making a sound.