Chapter 1 — In Rebirth, I Don't Chasing Moonlight Anymore

Co Tran Hanh and I were reborn side by side. In our previous life, we were a pair of charming gods who made the entire Shang Kinh city admire us. He, whose style is as cool as the cool breeze and clear moonlight, is the number one gentleman in the world, has an illustrious family background, and is cool and self-sufficient. I am the eldest daughter of the Minister's Palace, gentle and dignified, with outstanding talent. Our marriage was once praised as a golden gem. After we got married, he was polite and polite to me. I take care of your home affairs for you, take care of your parents-in-law, and keep the large Co palace in order and orderly. Our eldest son, later became the head of the Cabinet, with power over the world. Our daughter will become the Queen of the Central Palace, the mother of the world. As for me, based on my daughter's glory, I was ordained by the Holy One as a first-class concubine, with immeasurable glory, enjoying all the glory and wealth of the human world. From the outside looking in, our life is perfect. Only I understand clearly - in that magnificent golden palace, so much cold solitude is hidden. Co Tran Hanh respected me, respected me, but never loved me. His heart is like the moonlight high in the sky - cold but distant, no matter how hard I try in this life, I can't touch it even a little bit. I washed my hands to cook soup for him, but he just said lightly: "Sorry, ma'am." I played the guitar for him and raised his eyebrows, but in his eyes there was only distant admiration: "Madam's wonderful talent." I used all my thoughts, learned from the woman in the story, clumsily tried to please him, and found a way to move his heart. In return, there will always be eyes as calm as water, and the same sentence: "Madam, please respect yourself." My passionate heart, each time that "self-respect" is growing colder and colder... until it freezes. The moment I closed my eyes and gave up, I just thought - if there is an afterlife, I absolutely do not want to see Co Tran Hanh again. Never be a moonlight chaser again. Unexpectedly, God would actually give us a chance to do it again. Opening my eyes, I was back when I was sixteen years old. It hasn't all started yet. The young girl in the mirror has an innocent and immature look, her eyes still have a sincere look that hasn't been worn away by the years. That's good. In this life, I just want to live for myself. As for Co Tran Hanh— Mountain waters do not meet, they will never meet. March 3, Thuong Ty period. The young masters and ladies in the capital all gathered around the river outside the city to feast on the wet water to cleanse and eliminate impurities. In my previous life, it was here that I first felt my love for Co Tran Hanh. At that time, the white-clothed boy stood under the peach tree, like a fairy wandering around the world. With just one look, I fell in love, and from then on I couldn't stand it. Xuan Lan - my maid - excitedly pulled my sleeve:

"Miss, look quickly! It's Master Co! The world's first master, Co Tran Hanh!"

I followed the direction she pointed at. It's still the same peach tree from that year, it's still the same man dressed as white as snow. He was chatting with a few friends, his handsome face tilted, his aura was outstanding, causing many of the noble ladies around him to steal glances, their faces turning red. My heart aches a little. It is a reaction ingrained in the soul from a previous life. But we quickly suppressed it. The story of the past life is like yesterday, buried in ashes. This life, like today, has just begun. I withdraw my gaze, leisurely opened his mouth:

“Just a stranger, nothing worth seeing.”

Xuan Lan was stunned, her expression unbelievable.

"Miss? Didn't you admire the late Master's talent the most before?"

I smiled softly.

“Youth are just stupid.”

Having said that, I didn't look at that bustling place anymore, turned around and pulled Xuan Lan away. With things related to Co Tran Hanh, I don't want to have any more problems. But life does not follow people's wishes. I had only taken a few steps when I heard a cold, clear voice behind me, familiar to the bone.

“Please stop, Miss Tham.”

My back suddenly stiffened. I've heard this voice all my life. Even if I turn to ash, I will still recognize it. It's Co Tran Hanh. Why are you calling me? In this life, we clearly have never had any relationship. I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. Don't panic. Maybe it was just a coincidence, he recognized the wrong person. I didn't turn around, I didn't stop walking, I just wanted to quickly leave this place of trouble. Xuan Lan didn't understand what was going on, so she stood back and whispered:

“Miss, Mr. Co is calling that person.”

I wish I could shut her mouth. But it was too late. A tall figure blocked in front of me. The familiar cold scent swirled around my nose. I slowly raised my head, facing those deep, cold eyes. Late Tran Hanh. He still had that cold and distant appearance, as if all things in the world could not make him ripple. But his eyes were firmly locked on her. Different from the indifference of my previous life, that look seemed to contain something I couldn't understand. Investigation, doubt, there is also a trace of... tension that is hard to detect? We must have seen it wrong. How could Co Tran Hanh be nervous? I collected my thoughts and learned from the way he treated me in my previous life, coldly and politely saying goodbye:

"Do you have any advice?"

He looked at me and said nothing. The air around us seems to freeze. The young ladies, who were originally discussing in low voices, now all turned their eyes towards us. I felt countless looks like needles falling on my back. I don't want to be the focus of the crowd. Especially, I don't want to stand next to him.

“If it's nothing, this young lady will take her leave.”

I don't want any more entanglements, so after saying that I wanted to walk around him. His wrist was suddenly grabbed by him again. His hand was very cold, like premium jade. Through the thin layer of clothing, the cold air penetrates to the heart and liver. I was startled and struggled.

"Young master! Please respect yourself!"

I returned those five words to you intact. His body trembled slightly, as if stiffened for a moment. But my grip became even tighter. His voice carried a hint of hoarseness:

“Tham Vi.”

He called my name. Not “Miss Shen”. Which is — “Tham Vi”. Chapter Two My heart stopped for a beat. In my previous life, it was a very long time before he started calling me by name like that. And even if they call, it only happens in very rare moments. But now... we've only met for the second time. I suppressed the undercurrent in my heart, used force to push his hand away, took a step back, increasing the distance. On my face appeared panic and anger, neither too much nor too little.

“The late master, Men and women are not related, please have some self-respect. You and I, it seems we don't have any relationship at all."

As soon as the words ended, there was a cold breath of air around. Everyone looked at me with eyes like a crazy person. Reject Co Tran Hanh? And even using such a decisive tone without any respect? You have to know that, in this capital, Thuong Kinh, is there any lady who doesn't want to have a little relationship with him? Just having a few words with him is enough to go home and brag about for half a month. Yet I dared to publicly push his hand away and even called him "disrespectful".