Chapter 13 — Instead of Marrying His Wife, 7 Years of Supporting Him to the Throne, In Exchange for a Cup of Poisoned Wine

"In the future, when you work, you don't have to be so careful all the time."

I held that scroll of documents, my fingertips trembling. He just looked out. See why I still refuse to completely believe him. Why do you always leave yourself a way out? Why is it always like a hedgehog always ready to run away? Because I'm afraid of involving my mother and younger brother. Also because I never believed that anyone would be kind to me without reason. Ta Hanh looked at me, his voice very light.

“Tham Thanh Vu.”

“You are not from the Tham family.”

This one sentence. It almost made my eye sockets feel hot. But it was only in the blink of an eye. Because we know it too well. Of course you are not from the Tham family. You are compared to the Tham family. The more you know how to focus. I slowly put away the documents and bowed to him.

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

There are no other words. Ta Hanh looked at me, an indescribable emotion flashed through his eyes. Maybe he didn't expect it either. When we are most moved. Giving him just a distant thank you. But so what? Not all late care can be exchanged for a heart that has died once. That day of autumn hunting, something happened. Exactly like the previous life. Ta Hanh encountered an assassin in the hunting field. In my previous life, the one who blocked his arrow was me. In this life, I have prepared myself early, believing that nothing will happen again. The moment the chaotic arrows came, I reacted even earlier than Ta Hanh. The assassins in their previous positions were soon secretly followed by our people, and as soon as they took action, they were controlled. The arrows, which were aimed at weak points, lost their accuracy, were deflected, or fell into the void. At first glance, the situation is completely within our calculations. But we still underestimate people's hearts and also underestimate the inertia of destiny. Just when we thought that this time, fate had truly changed. I suddenly saw Tham Minh Chieu. She didn't know how to blend in with the group of women. She was now standing at the edge of the high platform, her face pale, clearly frightened by the chaotic scene. Behind her, a guard was quietly raising his crossbow. The arrowhead, originally aimed at me, wanted to take my life. In just a moment, I understood. Assassination isn't just one class. Those captured are just shells, this person is the real killer. But at that moment, he also discovered that his comrades had fallen. His wrist turned slightly, and the crossbow tip instantly changed direction. Switch to Ta Hanh. The sound of a bowstring popping up. The arrow leaves the crossbow. I barely had time to think, my body rushed forward. A dull sound rang out. The arrow grazed my shoulder, tearing through the fabric and flesh, then fiercely stabbed into the railing behind me. The pain immediately exploded. My breath choked. The front is dark. My ears were filled with chaotic chants, footsteps, and the sound of knives being drawn. Someone was shouting "protection", someone was shouting "capture the assassin", and there was a familiar voice, truly losing his composure for the first time.

“Tham Thanh Vu!”

I was pulled into my arms by a pair of strong arms, my whole body falling into a chest carrying a cold scent. It's Ta Hanh. He hugged me, his hands were shaking. At that moment, I suddenly felt panic. In my previous life, I also took an arrow for him. But at that time, although he was also in a hurry, he was not as impatient as he is now. It turns out that doing it again, a lot of things have really changed. But so what? Patch The injury caused by the arrow was not fatal, just a lot of blood loss. When I was taken back to the barracks, I was a bit unconscious, I could only faintly hear the doctor's voice saying "luckily I didn't hit a dangerous spot". Ta Hanh sat by the bed, never leaving. When I dreamily opened my eyes, I just happened to meet his bloodshot eyes. That was the first time I saw in the eyes of this man who was always calm and collected, such obvious panic and pain. He said in a low voice: "Why did you rush up?" The corners of my lips moved slightly, wanting to say it wasn't because of you. But my throat was too dry and I couldn't make a sound for a while. Ta Hanh grabbed my hand, his palm was hot, as if afraid that I would disappear in the next second.

“Tham Thanh Vu, are you always like this?” His voice was hoarse, "obviously he doesn't trust you, doesn't love you, but he'll still rush forward to block the sword and arrow for someone else."

I stopped. Turns out he knew it all. Know I don't trust him. I also know that I no longer love him anymore. At this moment, I suddenly felt very tired. It's really tiring. In my previous life, I gave all my enthusiasm to him, he didn't need it. In this life, I tightened my heart, but he began to be unable to bear it. Why are people's hearts always like this, always only touching their true feelings at the wrong time. I looked at the roof, my voice so light that it was like the wind blowing away.

“If there is an afterlife…”

“I won't choose anyone else either.”

When this sentence was uttered, the tent was so quiet that there was only the crackling sound of the fire in the brazier. Ta Hanh's whole body stiffened. He looked at me, his face losing color little by little, as if he had finally seen through these words a barrier in my heart that could never be overcome.