Chapter 6 — Nguyet Ly Doan Duyen

My heart trembled slightly, I turned my head to look at him:

“Yen Tu, don't forget, we are just a cooperative relationship.

Waiting for the storm to pass, you and I will be separated, you will be your free-spirited Marquis, I will be your noble princess again, the river water will not violate the well water. He didn't answer, just quietly helped me remove all those cumbersome jewelry, then took out an object from his shirt and placed it in front of me. It's a land contract, along with a thick set of investigation files.

“This is…” I picked it up suspiciously.

"Evidence of A Xao's crime, along with the entire testimony of that scholar."

Yen Tu said,

“I let someone pay off that guy's gambling debt, and also gave him an extra sum, telling him to take A Xao out of the capital forever.

This land is a manor in the suburbs, enough for them to live the next half of their lives in peace without worrying about food or clothing. I was stunned:

“You…”

“I don't want to let these dirty things bother you any more.”

He looked at me, his eyes burning hot.

“Trieu Nguyet Ly, this is the end of Ve Tran's story.

From now on, you are my wife. I will protect you and won't let anyone bully you anymore." My heart felt like it was hit hard by something, creating an unfamiliar wave. The person I thought was a loitering bandit, in his eyes at this moment, was so serious that it was scary.

“Yen Tu…”

I opened my mouth, but didn't know what to say. He suddenly smiled again, returning to his familiar rude look:

“What's wrong? Are you touched?

If you're touched, repay it with your body, my lady. The bed is already made.” As he spoke, he picked me up and headed towards the bright red sieve.

“Hey! Yen Tu! Let me down!

We clearly said it was a fake marriage! I punched his chest, both embarrassed and angry. He didn't pay any attention, gently placed me on the bed, then leaned closer.

“Who told you it was fake?”

He bowed his head, his nose almost touching mine, his voice carrying an enchanting smile:

“The saint only wrote 'marry me'.

But it's not said... it was a fake marriage."

07

That night, I still couldn't kick Yen Tu out of bed. It's not because he's too strong, but... when those peachy eyes - which are always filled with a smile - are filled with affection and a bit of nervousness, then the little will to resist in me, for some reason, also disappears. Well, since he's married, he's not that unsightly. The next morning, when I woke up, my side was already empty. That guy Yen Tu, I don't know when he ran away. I rubbed his sore waist and scolded him a hundred times in my heart. You say it's a fake wedding? You scammer! The palace maids came in to help me wash my face and comb my hair. Everyone kept their heads down, holding back laughter until their shoulders were shaking. I glared at them in the mirror:

"What are you laughing at? Laugh again. This princess will marry all of you!"

After breakfast, according to the rules, Yen Tu and I must go to the palace together to offer tea to the royal father and mother. Yen Tu arrived at the right time, still in a bright red outfit, in high spirits, with a great aura. Compared to my pitifully "tormented" appearance, the contrast is so dazzling.

“Good morning lady.”

He smiled, narrowed his eyes and came closer, even trying to hold my hand. I immediately patted him:

“Go away.”

He wasn't angry at all, following behind me, talking endlessly:

"Madam, today your face is very good, as rosy as a peach blossom. It seems that the wife was very energetic last night."

“Yen Tu, you shut up!”

I wish I could find a towel and stuff it in his mouth. Entering the palace, the eyes of our father and mother looked at us with a special understanding and joy of experienced people. Especially the royal father, looking at Yen Tu is like a father-in-law looking at his son-in-law, from "disgusted" to "the more I look at it, the more I like it".

“Yen Tu.”

His father patted his shoulder, his voice heavy with affection,

“Nguyet Ly has been pampered since childhood, and has a somewhat big personality. Later... I will try to be patient."

“Father rest assured.”

Yen Tu held my hand, interlaced her fingers, smiled gently and looked at me,

“Nguyet Ly is my wife, I can't love her enough, how can I hate her?”

Goosebumps all over my body. This bastard, he's so into his role! After leaving the palace, I immediately pushed his hand away:

"That's enough, no outsiders, no more acting."

“There are no outsiders?”

He raised his chin towards my back. I turned my head to look, Ve Tran was standing not far away. He wore a faded long robe, a shaggy beard, and a haggard appearance that made it impossible to recognize the mighty appearance of the God of War. His eyes stared at us, like an abandoned wild wolf. My heart stopped for a beat, I unconsciously retreated and hid behind Yen Tu. Yen Tu felt my stiffness, immediately pulled me forward, using his body to block Ve Tran's view. His voice was not very polite:

“Your Royal Highness, why are you blocking the palace gate so early in the morning? Are you planning to become a door keeper?”

Ve Tran didn't answer, just looked at me with steady eyes:

“Nguyet Ly, are you really... going to treat me like that?”

“But why not?”

I stuck my head out from Yen Tu's body,

“Your Majesty, what I said yesterday is not clear enough?

We are finished. From now on, don't appear in front of me again. Seeing you, I only feel unlucky."

“I don't believe it!”

He rushed forward to hold me,

“In her heart, there is still me!

You're just angry at me!” Yen Tu immediately hugged me and kicked him straight in the chest.

“Ve Tran! Do you not understand human language?

Yen Tu's voice carried murderous intent for the first time, her peach blossom eyes were now covered with a layer of coldness,

“You are now my wife!

You dare to touch her again, believe it or not, I will destroy you on the spot? Ve Tran was kicked to the ground, clutching his chest and coughing for a long time. He raised his head and looked at us holding each other tightly, the light in his eyes fading little by little.

“Good… very good…”