Chapter 21 — I Actively Yield My Husband To The Benefactor Who Saved His Life

I turned my head to look at him.

"That year, after her mother married to the capital, she severed ties with the Tran family."

“I also cut off communication with my mother.”

“My mother wrote countless letters.”

“But her mother never responded once.”

His eyes fell on the sparkling, rippled surface of the lake.

“Later, when news of her mother's death spread, my mother became seriously ill.”

“She always felt that it was because she wasn't persistent enough.”

“Not being able to lend a helping hand when her mother needed it most.”

“So she wants her to go to Suzhou.”

“It's not because of any marriage.”

“But I want to take care of her for her mother once.”

The bridge of my nose suddenly stings. One year later, Luc Thanh Ha and I got married. It's not some kind of heroic love. It's the tenderness that arises through long years together. He and I went fishing and played the guitar. Take a walk with me on the banks of Tai Lake. When you're angry, don't fight a cold war with me. After arguing, the next day he went to the kitchen to make penance food. One day I asked him.

“Why were you willing to wait for me then?”

“You don't even know what kind of person I am.”

He gave me peeled tangerine segments.

“My mother said…”

“Auntie Uyen Ninh's daughter is definitely a very good lady.”

“Just based on that one statement?”

“Just based on that one statement.”

He smiled at me.

“Anyway, it's not bad for me.”

I ate a tangerine and laughed. What my grandmother said was very correct. The good days in this life... Not within the large courtyard walls of the capital. Which is in a normal cup of tea. A simple meal. Someone wanted to sit next to me and watch the sunset. Five years later, I took Luc Thanh Ha and the two children back to the capital for a trip. Now his father has been promoted to the rank of First Rank General. Phuong Khanh An was dismissed many years ago and sent back to his hometown, stripped of his official status, and no one mentioned him anymore. The Thai Lady was still the Thai Lady that year. Stubborn spirit. Seeing the two great-grandfathers, he laughed so much that he couldn't close his mouth. Mrs. Bui also came to see me. Now her hair has turned a lot of gray but her face is still very good.

“Van Duong.”

"You're living so well, I'm relieved."

“What about you, ma'am?”

Mrs. Bui sighed softly.

“Bui Hanh Chi is currently a third-rank general in the court.”

“The child raised next to me is now three or seven years old.”

“Very good.”

“What about To Nhuoc Huyen?”

“Still in that hospital.”

“He doesn't cause trouble anymore.”

“Just do a little embroidery and sewing every day.”

“Come visit me sometimes.”

Mrs. Bui looked at me.

"Bui Hanh Chi still hasn't passed on."

I will not answer this.

“He asked me to pass on a sentence to you.”

“It said…”

"It still keeps the jade pendant."

“I'll leave it to my son later.”

I nodded.

“Thank you on my behalf.”

Mrs. Bui's eye sockets turned slightly red. She nodded and said nothing more. On the way back to Suzhou, Luc Thanh Ha turned around in the carriage and asked dreamily.

“What did Mrs. Bui say to you today?”

“Nothing important.”

He said "yeah" then turned around and continued sleeping. The eldest son sat by the window and looked at the silhouette of the capital getting farther and farther away.

“Is the capital happy?”

“Happy or not doesn't matter important.”

I pulled the boy back from the window and let him sit neatly.

“The important thing is to go home.”

The horse-drawn carriage headed south. Crossing the plain. Overcoming hills and mountains. The wind blowing from Taihu Lake carries the faint scent of cinnamon. In the distance, the To Chau city gate gradually appeared in sight. Luc Thanh Ha woke up, rubbed his eyes, and through the curtain saw that familiar castle.

“Are you home yet?”

“Go home.”

He stretched and smiled and patted his little daughter's head.

“Dad took me home to cook fish soup.”

The horse-drawn carriage entered the city gate, then merged into the misty mist of Suzhou. I let down the car curtain and gently closed my eyes. In my previous life... I pursued Bui Hanh Chi all my life. Pursue until the end... Again he begged me to let go. As for this life... Before he opened his mouth, I let go first. That moment of falling... I thought it would be very painful. But it's actually not painful. Young vows. Promise under the pear tree. Three days and three nights kneeling in front of the Tran family's gate. It's all real. True things cannot necessarily be kept. Can't keep it... That's it. As for what can be kept... It's all in this carriage. (END OF FULL TEXT)