Chapter 8 — I'm as frugal as a chrysanthemum, but I'm raising a poor son? Eighteen years later, I became the queen mother

The princes had all arrived, dressed in neat riding clothes, and everyone was in high spirits. King Tinh Trieu Uyen stood next to the horse arena. He wore a colorful long robe, leaned on a cane, and had a cold expression on his face. Those eyes swept over everyone, carrying with them the judgment and indifference of someone who had struggled in the battlefield. The eunuch announced the rules. The princes could choose their own horses. Second Prince Trieu Khai and Fourth Prince Trieu Du immediately rushed towards the stables. They won the two most handsome horses. One has a whole body as white as snow. One is black and shiny. The two people rode horses around the school, as if showing off, drawing countless cheers. Trieu Hanh did not move. It remembers my words. Alone, he slowly walked into the stable. In the barn, there are all excellent horses. Each one is smooth and shiny. He looked at each one one by one, shaking his head slightly. Finally, it stopped in front of the innermost barn. There, huddled a small horse. Ash gray, skinny and skeletal. One of its hind legs is a bit limp, and it's not steady when standing. His mane is messy, his eyes are gloomy and lifeless. A few horsemen stood nearby chatting.

"This colt, he fell down a few days ago, I'm afraid he's disabled."

"What a pity, his father is a Han Blood horse."

Trieu Khai and Trieu Du also saw that scene. They rode on horseback, laughing from above.

“Look, that nerd, really only deserves to choose a lame horse!”

“A trash and a lame horse are a perfect match!”

Trieu Hanh paid no attention to them. He pushed open the barn door and stepped inside. It didn't touch that little horse. He just squatted down, looking straight at it. He did as I taught him, carefully observing his eyes and looking at his injured leg. Then, he stood up and spoke to the horseman next to him.

“Can you give me a bucket of clean water, and some clean dry grass?”

“Also, can you find me some medicine?”

The horseman was stunned, not knowing whether to obey or not. At that moment, King Tinh's voice rang out behind them. Two words, no doubt allowed. All were silent. King Tinh Trieu Uyen leaned on his cane and walked forward step by step. He walked very slowly, his injured leg made each step heavy. He stood next to Trieu Hanh, looking at it. Trieu Hanh is very carefully using clean water to wash the little horse's wound. Then he lifted the youngest handful of grass and brought it to his mouth. The little horse was very cowardly, but did not resist it.

“Why did you choose it?”

King Tinh opened his mouth to ask. His voice, cold as stone. Trieu Hanh raised his head and looked at the legendary royal uncle. In its eyes, there was no fear at all.

“Because it was injured.”

It replied seriously.

“What it needs right now is not someone riding on its back.”

“But someone who can heal it.”

It adds another sentence.

"I heard your mother say, a truly good general will never abandon any of his soldiers."

“Even though that soldier was injured, he could no longer continue walking.”

That sentence, like a heavy hammer blow, fiercely hit King Tinh's heart. He looked at the small teenager in front of him, who was only as tall as his waist. Then he bowed his head again, looking down at his leg that no longer listened to the wrong words cause.

“Wounded soldiers”…

For many years, he had never heard words like that again. People only remember his former glory, then regret his current decline. Only this child, using the most innocent words, touched the deepest pain and at the same time the deepest pride in his heart. He suddenly burst out laughing. On his frozen face for many years, a real smile appeared for the first time.

“Very well said.”

He looked at Trieu Hanh and spoke slowly.

“This horse, from today onwards, belongs to you.”

He stopped for a moment, his eyes scanned the whole school, his voice suddenly raised.

“Also, Third Prince Trieu Hanh's horseback riding and archery skills, from today onwards, will be personally taught by this king himself!”

As soon as the words were uttered, the whole school was shocked. The faces of Second Prince Trieu Khai and Fourth Prince Trieu Du, in an instant, were as white as paper. Although I was not present there. But when Xuan Hoa ran back with a radiant face and told the whole incident. I am sitting by the window, slowly drinking a cup of warm tea. The tea is very warm. My child, from now on, has the most solid shield. King Tinh became Trieu Hanh's master. This news seemed to spread wings, in just one day, it spread throughout the entire harem. The first person to react was the Secretary Department. The day Trieu Hanh returned to school, his desk was cleaned and moved back to its original position. Second Prince Trieu Khai and Fourth Prince Trieu Du stood from afar looking at him with complicated eyes. There is jealousy, there is unwillingness, but most of all there is... fear. They didn't dare to tease him anymore. King Tinh Trieu Uyen, that is a god-killer, even their father had to give up three parts. No matter how arrogant they are, they don't dare stroke the tiger's whiskers. Trieu Hanh's days have never been so quiet. But he was not at all lax. Every day he went to Tinh Vuong Palace to practice martial arts. When I returned, there were always blue and purple spots on my body. Xuan Hoa was so heartbroken that she cried and wanted to help him apply medicine. But he just waved his hand and quietly treated the wound himself.