Chapter 15 — I Don't Believe That Humanity Has Gray Heads

"Why are you so cruel to me..." Tham Tranh was silent for a long time before slowly saying: "To Tuyet Nhu, I owe your father my life. I will use the rest of my life to make up for it. But love cannot be forced. From now on, you can rest assured to live in the mansion. I will have someone take good care of you. And Lan Nhi..." He stopped. "I will take care of it myself." To Tuyet Nhu fell to the ground, but in her heart there was something more. somewhat relieved. "Okay... okay... I understand." The child in his arms suddenly moved, his small mouth mumbled, blurting out two words: "Father... dear..." Tham Tranh's whole body shook, his eyes immediately heated up. He hugged the child tightly. Three years ago, before passing away, To Tuyet Nhu's father gave her to Tham Tranh. The man covered in blood held her hand and said: "Miss Su, don't worry. I, Tham Tranh, will definitely protect you in this life." At that time, in his eyes there was sincere guilt and pity. But she thought that over time she would fall in love. She learned border songs, because she heard that Giang Van Tu was from the border region. She learned horseback riding and archery, because she heard that Giang Van Tu knew these things. She tried to smile brightly and openly, because she heard that Tham Tranh liked women like that. To Tuyet Nhu took the dagger Tham Tranh left behind. "If there is an afterlife, don't see me again." How ridiculous. Why is there an afterlife? Even if she is not alive in this life, what can she say about her next life? To Tuyet Nhu held the dagger, her fingertips gently stroked the dagger's blade. Very sharp. It probably won't hurt too much. When her father died, he seemed to hold her hand like that, saying: "Nhu Nhi, live well." But living is too tiring. Tham Tranh had just arranged things for the child when he heard urgent footsteps outside. "General! Not good! Concubine Su... she's back! Right outside the palace gate!" Tham Tranh's heart sank: "What did she come for?" "She... she held a dagger, saying she wanted to see you one last time. And she said... if you don't see her..." "So what?" The guard's voice trembled: "She said she would confess." right in front of you, so that everyone in the entire city can see how General Tran Bac forced his seventh concubine to give birth to his child!” Tham Tranh's face immediately turned pale. He grabbed his coat and strode out. Outside the general's palace gate, there were many people surrounding him. The street, which should have been quiet in the dead of night, was now brightly lit with torches and torches, and the sound of chatter echoed everywhere. To Tuyet Nhu stood on the steps, wearing a simple white shirt, her hair messy. In her hand she held a dagger, the tip pointed at her chest. "The general is out!" Someone shouted. Tham Tranh walked to the door, without any heat in his eyes: "What do you want?" To Tuyet Nhu raised her head to look at him. Under the moonlight, her eyes were terrifyingly bright. "I want to ask you one last time. Tham Tranh, consider me begging you. Tell me, in the past three years, have you ever had a moment of being honest with me?" It was clear that there were results, and she had soon received the answer, but she was still not willing. She wanted to know... Would he lie for her just once? Tham Tranh was silent for a long time. "No. I have never treated her sincerely. Accepting her was out of guilt, accepting her as a concubine was out of confusion. But from beginning to end, in my heart there was only Van Tu." "Okay... okay... Then I have nothing to be attached to anymore." She tightened her grip on the dagger and suddenly rushed forward. "General, be careful!" The guard cried out in horror. Tham Tranh instinctively leaned forward to avoid it, and at the same time took the knife. He had practiced martial arts for many years and reacted extremely quickly, immediately holding To's wrist tightly

Tuyet Nhu. But To Tuyet Nhu did not struggle at all. She followed his strength and proactively rushed forward. The sound of a knife piercing flesh rang out. To Tuyet Nhu fell into Tham Tranh's arms. The dagger did not deviate at all, sticking straight into her chest. Tham Tranh stiffened in place. Warm blood flowed through his fingers. “She…” His voice trembled. To Tuyet Nhu raised her head, looked at his surprised face, but smiled. "Tham Tranh... this knife... was stabbed by your own hand..." She coughed out a large mouthful of blood, staining Tham Tranh's shirt red. "I want you... to forever remember... remember how I died... remember that you... killed me with your own hands..." "So... you will forever... never be able to forget me..." Finally Finally, she used the remaining strength, leaned close to his ear, and said with a fragile breath: "Tham Tranh... I hate you..." After finishing speaking, her body fell limp, no longer breathing. Tham Tranh hugged her and knelt on the ground. The bodyguard stepped forward to support him: "General..." Tham Tranh waved his hand away and gently placed To Tuyet Nhu's body on the ground. Then, he pulled out his dagger. Blood immediately erupted, covering his body. He held the dagger that was still dripping with blood, looked at his distorted face reflected on the blade, and suddenly looked up and laughed loudly. The mournful laughter made the listener's hair stand on end.