Chapter 6 — In this life, I won't fight anymore, I will personally bring White Moon Light back to the Marquis' Palace

I stopped the sound of the piano in time, and right before the guard stepped forward to stop him, I used a completely unfamiliar voice, cold and calm, to speak.

“This objective person, you have mistaken the person.”

My voice passed through the screen and clearly reached his ears. Luc Nguyen's steps suddenly stopped. This voice... is not my mother's. The mother's voice, although also cold, always carried an indelible gentleness. But that voice, like a cold conversation in the middle of winter, did not carry any warmth. Could it be that... I really got it wrong? He stood frozen in place, in a dilemma, his face full of confusion and struggle. I didn't give him any more chances, just turned to instruct the guards.

“Send this guest out.”

“Today, no more visitors.”

The guard commanded him, without giving him time to react, he immediately "invited" the lost Luc Nguyen out. The large door slowly closed behind me, blocking his probing eyes. I gently stroked the slightly cold strings, feeling calm in my heart. We know this is just the beginning. They were starting to have doubts. Very soon, they will be like sharks smelling blood, coming in droves. As for me, I have long prepared an even more solemn "surprise" for them. Luc Nguyen's unexpected visit, like a small stone, gently stirred the normally calm lake in our lives. But I didn't expect that the next time they appeared, it would come so quickly, and with such... great fanfare. It was an afternoon of endless rain. I was on the second floor of the incense shop, arranging newly arrived flowers, when I suddenly heard a commotion downstairs. I pushed the window open, bowed my head and looked down. Just for a moment, my breath stopped. In front of Tinh An Cu's door, in that small, deserted alley, at this moment, there were three incredibly familiar figures kneeling. Luc Van Uyen, Luc Vo, Luc Nguyen. The three sons that I once dedicated my life to raising, at this time all took off the official robes, armor and flowers that were once their pride, wearing only light-colored cloth shirts, straightening their backs and kneeling on the cold blue stones, letting the cold rain pour down from head to toe, soaking them without missing a spot. Not far behind them, a magnificent horse-drawn carriage was parked quietly. The car curtains are closed tightly, but we know that Luc Than is inside. He did not kneel. Perhaps his status as Marquis and the last remaining bit of dignity kept him from doing that action. But his appearance here is a bow in itself. At the end of the alley, many curious people had gathered, looking and pointing and talking.

"Aren't those the Poinsettia Lang and Luc Little General?"

“There is also the royal spear Luc Nguyen.”

“Oh my god, why are they kneeling here?”

“I heard that I came to ask 'Mr. Tinh' for forgiveness.”

“Forgive what.”

"I heard people say that 'Mr. Tinh' is the former master and mother of the Vinh An Marquis Palace who was kicked out of their house."

Whispering rumors, like a tide, come wave after wave to our ears. Maid Xuan Dao hurried upstairs, her face full of worry.

“Miss, this… what should we do about this?”

“Should we chase them away?"

I shook my head, my eyes falling on the three struggling figures downstairs. The rainwater mixed with the tears on their faces, making the scene before them both pitiful and funny.

“Mother.”

“We were wrong.”

Luc Van Uyen's voice penetrated the thick rain, hoarse and desperate.

“I beg you… I beg you to follow us home.”

“Mother.”

“As long as you are willing to return, this child's life can be given to you.”

Luc Vo used his fist to pound the ground, his forehead pressed against the rain-soaked blue stone, his whole body trembling non-stop.

“Mother…”

“The Marquis cannot be without people.”

“We… we can't be without you.”

Luc Nguyen had already cried until he couldn't make a sound. A cold laugh burst out in my heart. When I needed a home the most, they gave me the cruelest abandonment. Now, with their own hands, they have left that so-called "family" in ruins, in disarray and beyond shape, and they want me to come back and clean up the situation for them?