Chapter 9 — Minh VI

9、 The prison cart rolled across the green stone road, emitting a heavy clatter. Tieu Triet, wearing heavy wooden shackles, staggered next to the prison car, the chains dragging on the ground, making a harsh rubbing sound. On both sides of the road, people crowded. No one was making noise, no one was throwing rotten leaves, there was just an overwhelming, heavy, and tragic atmosphere. Many people's hands were wrapped in white cloth, and white lanterns hung in front of the shops, swaying gently in the wind. From the teahouses and teahouses along the road, there was a faint sound of singing and singing - the most famous troupe in the city, breaking the rule of not performing a happy opera, but singing the newly created opera over and over again: 《Chieu Minh District Lord Breaks the Battle》. In the lyrics, the golden years of her youth passed through her iron horse, her flying spirit; is a glorious victory in defending the border, admired by thousands of people; It's a tragic ending for the country and the people, and in the end, the fragrance remains. Each sound of singing was like a resounding slap, fiercely hitting Tieu Triet's face. He raised his head in confusion, his dull eyes swept across the white lanterns, across the genuine sadness on everyone's faces, in his ears he caught fragments of words about her glorious past.

“The lord of that year, a silver spear, could defeat the enemy's commander…”

"That's right, if it weren't for the Tieu family... how could it have come to this?"

"Heaven is so jealous of you, your princess is on her way in peace."

Those words, like a broken mirror, piece by piece piece together an image that he had long forgotten - or more accurately, intentionally ignored. In a panic, he seemed to see the red-shirted girl from years ago again, standing tall on the back of a handsome horse in the gusting wind. The sunlight fell on her, her smile was brighter than pride, between her eyebrows and eyes was a straightforwardness and generosity that had never been eroded by the world. At that time, he looked up at her under the horse's hooves, his eyes filled with light. That's right... She was once, compared to the chained, fierce-faced pirate next to her, even happier, more free, and a hundred thousand times more brilliant! It's him. It was he who broke her wings with his own hands, dragged her into the mud of the backyard, used coldness and favoritism to gradually erode all her light, and finally... watch her die. Read full on page Nguyet Hoa Cac Heart-wrenching, bone-shattering regret came, so painful that he could barely breathe. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Linh Lung next to him, also wearing chains, his face pale, his eyes blazing with incredible hatred and resentment, as if he wanted to swallow her alive.

"It's you! It's all because of you!" He hissed a hoarse curse from the depths of his throat, his voice trembling with extreme anger, "Poison woman! It was you who bewitched me! It was you who killed her!"

Linh Lung, who was already in a daze, suddenly raised her head when she heard that, her face no longer had half the innocence or fake charm of the past, only the madness and bitter resentment of a dead-end person.

“I bewitched you?!” She scolded sharply, her saliva almost splashing on his face, "Tieu Triet! It was you who was blind! Stupid as a pig! If it weren't for you being greedy for some new stimulation from me and hating her stiff and tasteless appearance, how would I have a chance?! It was you who pushed her away! It was you who saw her." eyesore! Why are you still pretending to be deeply affectionate now?! Hideous!"

“You talk nonsense!!” Tieu Triet's eyes widened and he struggled to rush forward, but was held tightly by heavy chains and filth.

He panted like a dying beast, his eyes melted, and he began to babble without beginning or end:

“No, that's not true... Minh Vi later changed. She became quiet and indifferent. Just keep those rules. If she… if she was still the same as before… how could I…”

He suddenly burst into laughter, a smile even more unsightly than crying, carrying complete madness:

“Yes... it's all because of her, because she's changed. If she is still the same as before, why is my mind clouded by a scoundrel like you? Minh Vi... why should she change? If she doesn't change, how good... how good..."

My soul floating in the air, coldly listening to those crazy words. Having come to this point, he still blames all his mistakes on a dead person, blames her for changing, blames her for no longer conforming to his unrealistic expectations. It's ridiculous, but also extremely tragic. Back then, why did I waste my life for someone like him who had no skills and only knew how to deceive himself? A huge sense of myth sweeps over us, making even the last bit of attachment to the world disappear. This human world, these couples... are truly filthy to the extreme. 10、 The investigation in the Citadel was thunderous and decisive, the evidence was as clear as a mountain. Linh Lung's crimes - swapping life-saving medicinal pills, multiple thefts, and even attempting to harm the princess - each and every item was correct, and were sentenced to be beheaded. Tieu Triet covered up serious criminals, was selfish and wasteful, and indirectly led to the death of the princess. He was also considered a co-conspirator and received the death sentence.