Chapter 5 — In this life, I won't fight anymore, I will personally bring White Moon Light back to the Marquis' Palace

That is, I used the last bit of my enthusiasm to pave the final path for them. He always thought that I was just leaving the Marquis Palace. It wasn't until this moment that he was horrified to discover that I... really no longer wanted to live.

“An Ninh… An Ninh.”

He let out a pitiful cry like a bleeding azalea bird, staggered out of the courtyard, regardless of everything, turned around on his horse, and frantically rushed towards the outside of the city in vain, not knowing where. He wants to find me. He wants to save me. He wanted to tell the woman who had been betrayed by him for fifteen years that he was wrong. Wrong to the point of being unforgivable. I was completely unaware of what happened in the Marquis Palace. At this moment, I am welcoming the most important guest since the opening of Tinh An Cu — the reigning Queen. The Queen had been suffering from insomnia for a long time. The royal physician in the palace had used all kinds of remedies, but the effect was insignificant. Hearing the name "Mr. Tinh", a special person disguised himself and came here personally. The type of incense we prepared for people, called "Nguyet Lac", is a calming incense. The ingredients are not elaborate, just including submerged agarwood, sandalwood, mixed with a few common sedative herbs. What's really special is that we added a "scent guide". It is a small white flower that only blooms on full moon nights, unique to a small mountain valley in my mother's hometown, Jiangnan. Its scent has the magic effect of soothing all restlessness. The Queen had only smelled it for a moment and felt her mind, which had been tense for many years, relax as if by miracle.

"Mr. Tinh is truly famous."

A relaxed smile appeared on his face that had not been seen for a long time.

"This kind of fragrance, this palace really likes it."

I respectfully bowed.

“Your highness is so complimentary.”

"Being able to comfort the mother and her sorrows is the blessing of the peasants."

The Queen looked at me deeply for a moment.

“Sir, there is no need to be too humble.”

"Such bravery is only contained in a small village hall, it is truly a pity."

My heart fluttered, knowing that the opportunity had come.

“The people don't ask for anything else.”

"I just hope to rely on this skill to make my life safe and secure, that's enough."

I replied no ti no can. The Queen nodded slightly and did not say anything more. It's just that before leaving, he left behind a piece of jade symbolizing his identity, and told me that from now on, I must bring the incense "Nguyet Lac" to the palace every month. Seeing the Queen leave, I breathed a long sigh of relief. I know that the second path that I personally laid out for myself is already solid. Just when we thought that life would pass quietly, an unexpected person appeared at Tinh An Cu's door. That's Luc Nguyen. Compared to the last time we met, he was much more haggard, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, and even a flower outfit could not hide the fatigue and frustration all over his body. Obviously he didn't come to find me, but to find "Mr. Tinh". Tinh An Cu's rules are that they only receive three guests a day, and they must make an appointment in advance. He didn't have an appointment, so my maid skillfully refused right outside the door.

"I am the royal spear Luc Nguyen."

He obviously had never received such treatment before, his face was somewhat angry angry.

“I will pay ten times more, no, a hundred times more.”

“Let me meet your master.”

The maid remained unmoved, just politely asked him to change another day to come back. I sat behind the screen in the inner hall, quietly listening to the movements outside, without the slightest intention of stepping out. Luc Nguyen's patience was quickly exhausted. He was just about to get angry, but at that moment, I gently tugged at the string of the ancient harp placed next to him. A song "Binh Sa Lac Nhan" slowly rang out. It was a calming song that I often played for him when he was a child, every time he had a nightmare and woke up startled. The sound of the guitar spread outside the door, all of Luc Nguyen's anger seemed to freeze for a moment. He stood there stunned, the look on his face changed from impatience, to surprise, then to unbelievable shock. This melody... is so familiar. So familiar that it seemed to be engraved deep into his bones.

“Is… is it a person?”

He muttered, his voice shaking. He suddenly pushed the maid aside, ignoring everyone and rushed straight into the inner hall.

“Mother.”

“Is it human?”