Chapter 7 — Minh VI

While speaking, the door was pushed open and the person who came in was Tieu Triet. Perhaps on the last day before the wedding, he wanted to come and reassure me - this old person. He just overheard Tieu Duong's last sentence, his eyebrows slightly raised, his voice carrying a bit of relief, but mixed with impatience and familiar mild blame:

"Do you still have the energy to go horseback riding? It seems that this illness is really not that serious. Minh Vi, during this time, your troubles are really too much."

I'm too lazy to even lift my eyelids, and I'm not in the mood to argue about the so-called reflection of light. When he saw that I didn't answer, his voice softened a bit, he tried to find some gentleness, and reconciled himself:

"Actually... I also know that your nature is not that jealous and narrow-minded person. It's just that... Linh Lung... I had to find her with great difficulty, an arrogant person like that, now following me without a name or status, in the end I feel wronged to her. There is no sense of security, so sometimes I get a little too excited, she... she is the mother, I should be more generous and tolerant of her a little. Wait for her to enter the door. then, she… she will definitely respect you.”

Tieu Duong, who was leaning on my knee, suddenly raised her head, tears still on her face had not yet dried, but her eyes carried desperate anger. She looked straight at Tieu Triet, her voice trembling but clear:

"Sir! This servant takes the liberty to ask, how does that... intend to respect the lord of the slave family? Will he come every morning and evening to greet him? Or will he respectfully offer tea?"

Being questioned like that by a maid, Tieu Triet's face immediately darkened:

"Nonsense! How could Linh Lung be someone who adheres to such trivial rituals? How could..."

“How is that possible?” Tieu Duong seemed to hear the biggest joke in his life, his voice suddenly rose high, carrying the cries and frustrations that had accumulated for so long.

"If the princess of the slave family has never been married, she is a hundred thousand times more free-spirited than that pirate! Why did you marry the princess of the slave family and not treat her kindly, but instead tormented her like that?! What did the princess do wrong?!"

“Tieu Duong!” I shouted softly to stop her, afraid that Tieu Triet would be so angry that he would really vent his anger on her.

I tried my best to pull her arm, pulling her back. Immediately after that, I raised my head, my eyes calmly looked at Tieu Triet's pale face, his voice was weak, but it carried a decisive and decisive tone:

"I don't need the honor of this position of mother-in-law. Tieu Triet, I only ask for a letter of separation."

His pupils shrank sharply, as if he couldn't believe his ears. I slowly took out the letter of reconciliation that I had prepared a long time ago from my sleeve and handed it to him. That thin piece of paper felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

"The fate between us has long since ended. From now on, what happens to you and her has nothing to do with me. Let me go."

Even though I will die tomorrow, I don't want to die and be buried in the Tieu family's grave. Just thinking about the possibility of being buried with him in the future makes me feel unlucky. Tieu Triet looked dumbfounded at the letter of separation, his expression changed from shock to disbelief, and finally turned into rage because of being insulted and denied. completely. He grabbed the document with one hand, without even looking at a single word, squeezing it so tightly in his hand that his knuckles turned white.

"Okay! Very good! Thich Minh Vi, she is really good!"

He was so angry that his whole body trembled, he gritted his teeth to squeeze out that sentence, then suddenly turned around, almost stumbled out and slammed the door of the hospital that had just opened until the sky and earth shook. It's okay not to sign. After tomorrow, someone will make him sign. 8、 Big wedding day. Outside the window, gongs and drums resounded, and the shrill and joyful sounds of sona horns rose like tidal waves, rolling into this quiet courtyard that had been intentionally forgotten. The red shadow passed through the window paper, casting down shimmering, blinding streaks of light. Tieu Duong's eyes were red, his hands and feet quickly closed the room's window, trying to block out all the noise outside. She turned around, wanting to give me a smile to comfort me, her lips moved a little, but she couldn't make any sound. Her smile stiffened on her face, her pupils suddenly constricted. On the bed, I lay there quietly, my eyes slightly closed, my face pale to almost transparent, no longer breathing.

“District… princess?”

Tieu Duong's voice was trembling and distorted, she staggered and rushed to the bed, her trembling fingers probed the breath in my nose. In the next second, an extremely pitiful cry suddenly tore through the stagnant atmosphere in the room:

“Your Highness——!!!”

Her cries were desperate and pitiful, like a dying baby animal, sound by sound, trying to penetrate through the thick, heavy door, overwhelming the excitement and excitement outside. But that sadness, amidst the roaring sounds of drums, gongs, and sonar, is so small, so insignificant, easily swallowed up, unable to be transmitted out of this small prison cage. Amid Tieu Duong's crying, the system's reminder sound rang out:

"The escape program is complete. The host can choose to return at any time."