Chapter 8 — Ngoc Om Thanh Hoan

He said, before my letter arrived, he had received a letter written by Thanh Hoan himself and knew the entire incident. He was his biological father, stationed at a remote border, unable to properly protect his daughter. In his heart, he blamed himself and frankly said that he was irresponsible and sorry for his biological daughter. He felt that I felt sorry for Thanh Hoan and was completely assured of giving my daughter to me. The letter clearly stated that he agreed and voluntarily allowed Thanh Hoan to be his heir in my name, from now on I would teach him, control his marriage, and protect him for the rest of his life. The only thing he asked for was to wait until he returned to the capital in the future, hoping to still be able to meet Thanh Hoan often, to make up for some of the shortcomings of father and son over many years. One letter responded, the dust settled. Hearing that Trieu Lenh Nguyet was sick and could not get up, the elder sister immediately untied her shirt and stood by her side. The two of them did not step out the door, but seemingly disappeared from the capital. I shook my head, not wanting to think about these two anymore. With the Queen Mother's support, I quickly completed all the procedures for adopting an heir at the mandarin palace. From then on, Thanh Hoan was my daughter. In the blink of an eye, early spring has come, grass and trees are sprouting, everywhere are scenes of new life. Thanh Hoan's body grew bigger and became more graceful and graceful. Before that, rumors in the capital led to gossip, she simply closed the door and did not see Tieu Lam anymore. Tieu Lam many times had to eat soup, so he had to come to me and beg.
“District master, please let me complete it once.”
I looked at him seriously: "Do you really want to propose to Thanh Hoan?" Tieu Lam was momentarily stunned, unable to answer. I secretly sighed, the young man was enthusiastic, but in the end his temper was not yet settled, he still needed more training. The next day, I took her out of the city to fly kites. She wore a red dress and walked down the street. No one on the street looked back. Previously at the general's palace, she was oppressed everywhere by the mother and daughter, like a blazing fire being doused with cold water, her heart was filled with emptiness, leaving only a wisp of smoldering smoke. Now that I raise it by your side, there is no need to reduce the sharp point anymore, it is dazzling and dazzling. She found a large grassy area, turned around and waved at me, her voice clear.
“Ah lady, come here quickly!”
"Come here." I smiled in response, walking quickly towards her.
The breeze blew across my face, filled with the warmth of the new student. End of story.