Chapter 6 — Going Back to Modern Day, Le Vuong Goes Crazy

The dream began to collapse. Tham Niem seemed to sense something and turned her head to look at him. His eyes were strange and cold. It's like looking at a passerby. Immediately after that, she withdrew her gaze, held the man's hand and turned to leave.

“Let's go, let's eat hot pot tonight!”

The back is decisive, without any hesitation. Tieu Canh Hanh woke up from his dream. A mouthful of blood sprayed straight up into the soul lamp. The light went out. Severe pain from the heart spreads throughout the whole body. It was as if tens of thousands of ants were gnawing on his internal organs. The national teacher is not wrong. Thousands of views devour the mind. It hurts so much that I don't want to live. But he laughed. Vomiting blood while laughing. Laughed until tears welled up.

“She lives well…so well…”

“As long as she lives well…”

“What is this little pain worth?”

He curled up on the bed, clutching that dance costume tightly. As if that was his only salvation.

6

Tieu Canh Hanh started to become abnormal. He dismissed all concubines in the palace. Blocked the main courtyard, maintaining the same appearance as when I left. Every day he goes to court and handles political affairs. The tricks are even more drastic than before, even somewhat brutal. The ministers all said that Le Vuong was crazy. After the low tide, he locked himself in Tinh Lau. Face that empty dance outfit and talk.

“Niem Niem, today that royal historian gave me a sermon, saying that my punishment was too harsh.”

“Huh, if you were still here, you would definitely help me scold him and come back.”

“Nim Niem, today the Thien room will make your favorite sweet and sour ribs dish.”

"I won't eat, I'll leave it all to you."

“When will you come back and have a bite to eat?”

No one answered. Only the sound of the wind. Occasionally, he even had hallucinations. See me sitting by the window embroidering, or standing in front of a writing desk grinding ink. He will carefully approach. Reach out your hand, wanting to touch that illusory figure. But as soon as his fingertips touched it, the figure immediately disappeared. Every time. The excruciating pain started again. He was in so much pain that he rolled on the ground, his nails scraping the floor, bleeding profusely. But he never called a doctor. He said, it was Niem Niem punishing him. He endures. Only then will his heart feel a little more at ease. Tu Uyen Doanh's life is better than dying in a dungeon. Limbs were broken and faces were also slashed. The face that once made her the most arrogant, has now become twisted and disgusting. Occasionally Tieu Canh Hanh will come and look at her. Not to review old stories. Which is to ask the same question.

“That year, why did you have to return?”

If she doesn't return. Perhaps Tieu Canh Hanh and I will continue to live like that. Even if it's fake. Even if it's just a show. At least, I'm still by his side. At first, Tu Uyen Doanh cursed. Then all that remained was to beg.

“Kill me… please… kill me…”

Tieu Canh Hanh looked at her coldly as ice.

"Want to die? It's not that easy."

“The pain that Niem Niem once endured, you must pay back a hundred, a thousand times.”

He sent someone to find the best painter. Page Nguyet Hoa Cac Based on my memories, draw my portrait. One picture after another. Pasted all over the palace. Hallway, study room, bedroom. Everywhere is my face. There are smiles, there are tears, there is anger, there is resentment. Tieu Canh Hanh lives in those paintings every day. It seems that just like that, I never left him. The National Master visited several times. I can only shake my head and sigh:

“In love... in love.”

“If you know today, why does that day need to be like that?”

Tieu Canh Hanh smiled bitterly.

"Yes... I didn't expect... to love her this much."

“I love you so much that I don't even regret my life.”

But he knew it was already too late. The girl who once looked at him with eyes filled with love... Was killed by his own hands.

7

My modern life is really good. The family company under my management is growing day by day. My parents are healthy and pamper me to the moon and back. I also raise a Golden Retriever dog, named "Vuong Tai". Every day when he comes home from work, Vuong Tai runs over, wagging his tail, asking to be patted on his head. This is life. Not the cage where you have to kneel to survive. Memories of ancient times are gradually fading. Sometimes when I dream in the middle of the night, I will still remember that night of thunder and rain. Remember the pain that shot through your knee. Remembering that foul-smelling jade pendant. Woke up, covered in cold sweat. Then secretly felt lucky — it was just a dream. Today, my best friend dragged me to a beauty spa.

“Look at you, you have dark circles under your eyes lately.”

She sadly stroked my face.

"Are you too tired? Do you need me to introduce you to a young man to relax?"

I laughed and pushed her away.

“Stop it, now I just want to make money.”

Men? What is it? It only slows down my drawing speed. After the spa, I felt alive again. Pass by a jewelry store. I saw a block of jade in the glass cabinet. Beautiful jade quality, delicate sculpted lines. There are some parts that resemble that Unicorn jade block. I stopped and stared for a moment. The saleswoman came out enthusiastically:

"Do you like this piece of jade? The new model just arrived, the auspicious meaning is as expected."

I shook my head.

“No need.”

No matter how good a block of jade is, in the end it is just a stone. I don't want it.