Chapter 5 — Hong Trang Chess Game

"I don't allow it." Shen Hac Chau stood in front of the door, his voice cold. "The Western border is far away, and it's not peaceful. She has never left the capital, how can she stay there for three years?" The female official raised her eyes to look at him. "Marquis of Tinh An, Prince Wen embroidered Princess Truong's orders." "I will go to the palace and ask Your Highness to change people." "Why do you want to change people for me?" Shen Hac Chau looked at me. "Based on the fact that I am the king." Her fiance.” I took out the medal from my sleeve and placed it in front of him. Bright red lipstick, above the seal of the Princess Palace and the Ministry of Rites. "It's no longer the same." His eyes fell on my name, not moving for a long time. "I have not agreed yet." "Retiring the engagement does not require the Marquis's consent." Shen Hac Chau held the paper, his voice lowered. "Yesterday, I did too much. If you are not angry yet, you can fight me." "No need." "How do you want me to compensate for the crime?" "No need." "Bet." There, I can explain.” My hand finally stopped. It turns out that what Bui Chieu Ninh said was true. Tham Hac Chau saw my reaction and immediately said: "At first it was really just a joke, but then I proposed to you, not entirely because of a bet." "I think after getting married, we still have a lot of time to slowly differentiate." "Distinguishing clearly who the person you love is, or distinguishing whether I am worthy of your love or not?" He did not answer. This time, I don't even feel disappointed anymore. A Nhuoc walked out of the back yard. "Miss, the luggage has been put on the car." Tham Hac Chau grabbed my wrist. "Don't leave." I lowered my head to look at his hand. "Let go." "Thanh Tu, three years is too long." "Master Marquis can't wait?" "I didn't mean that." "I've waited for you three times." His fingertips stiffened. I pulled my hand away and got on the carriage of the Princess' Palace. Before the car curtains came down, I saw him standing in place, his face pale. The day we left the city, it was not yet dawn. A Nhuoc lifted the curtain and said in a low voice: "Miss, the Marquis's carriage is following behind." "No need to pay attention." When the motorcade reached the ten-mile pavilion, Bui Chieu Ninh blocked the official road. She was wearing a fox fur coat, her eyes were red and swollen from crying. Tham Hac Chau rode forward on his horse. "Who let me come?" "Brother, I heard that sister Wen wanted to go so I specially came to apologize." She walked to the car and looked up at me. "Sister Wen, it's all my fault. Don't abandon brother because of me. Last night he didn't sleep all night and even smashed the chessboard." I calmly said: "Miss Bui is thinking too much, I'm not because of you. Miss." She was stunned. "So why?" "Because he's not worthy." Tham Hac Chau's face turned pale. Bui Chieu Ninh looked like he had been stabbed and suddenly grabbed the reins of the carriage. The horse panicked and raised its front legs high. The car body shook violently, A Nhuoc hit the car wall. Tham Hac Chau immediately jumped off his horse, pulled hard on the reins, and at the same time hugged Bui Chieu Ninh in his arms to protect him. The carriage tilted to the side of the road, my forehead hit the side of the carriage, tearing and bleeding. He bowed his head and asked the person in his arms first. "Chieu Ninh, are you injured?" Bui Chieu Ninh shook his head, tears falling more intensely. "I just want to keep you." Tham Hac Chau raised his head and looked into the car. When his eyes touched the blood on my forehead, his whole body suddenly stiffened. I used a handkerchief to press on the wound and said to the driver: "Continue." The wheel moved again. Tham Hac Chau instinctively followed in two steps. I don't turn back. He stood ten miles outside the pavilion, still protecting Bui Chieu Ninh in his heart. At that moment, he finally saw clearly, I was no longer the same as before, stopping to wait for him. When the first snow fell on the western border, I had finished repairing the sixth loom. Local female weavers surround the machine frame. When

Hearing the wooden wheel begin to move again, everyone burst out laughing happily. A Nhuoc gave me an envelope. "It's another letter from the Marquis of Tinh An Palace." I didn't open it. In half a year, such letters were sent to forty-seven offices. The first letter said the road had been repaired. The second leaf said that a new pair of swallows was being raised in the backyard of the Marquis Palace. The tenth leaf is attached to a gold-encrusted jade shuttle. The twenty-third letter was sent to a box of black and white flags, saying that Bui Chieu Ninh had left the Marquis Palace. Each letter said what he had repaired on my behalf. But there was no letter asking how I lived on the Western border. "Give it back." Outside the door, someone laughed and said: "Wen embroiderer still doesn't see it?" The person who spoke up was Major Khanh Tay Lang Tieu Thua Doan, in charge of protecting the weaving ward and trading street at the trading market. He took off his snow-stained cloak and placed a roll of new loom drawings on the table. "The new wood shipped from the North has arrived, and the small spindles you need have been found." I opened the drawing. "Ten days earlier than expected." "Someone said we must have all twenty looms operating before spring, I can only urge them to be faster." He pushed a small heater to my hand. "Your hands are cold again, aren't they?"