Chapter 8 — Nguyet Ly Doan Duyen

We are just like the most ordinary couple, holding hands, slowly walking down the street. When we reached a stone bridge, we were separated by a crowd of people. I was anxiously looking around for him, when a familiar yet unfamiliar figure suddenly appeared before my eyes. It's Ve Tran. He became thinner, darker, wearing a rough cloth shirt, with a simple luggage on his back. If it weren't for his eyes, which were still as sharp as before, I almost wouldn't have noticed. He is about to reach the royal palace.

“Nguyet Ly.”

He spoke, his voice hoarse. I instinctively took a step back, increasing the distance:

“The royal guard.”

“I... will leave tomorrow.”

He looked at me with regret and pain in his eyes.

“Before you go, can… can I say a few words?”

I'm silent.

“Just a few sentences.”

He urgently begged. I sighed and nodded slightly. We go to a deserted corner by the bridge.

“Are you… living well?”

He asked, his voice carrying a bit of reserve.

“Very good.”

I replied, calmly,

“Yen Tu is very good to me.”

He smiled bitterly:

“That's right, he was very good to you... It was me, it was I who pushed you away.”

He raised his head and looked at the brilliant fireworks filling the sky, his eyes slightly red:

“Nguyet Ly, do you know?

The thing that makes me regret the most in this life is not trusting A Xao wrongly, but... when she needed me the most, I did not choose to trust her unconditionally. I thought I was protecting her, but unexpectedly, it was that self-righteousness that hurt her the most."

“Sorry.”

Those three words were extremely difficult for him to say. I looked at him, the remaining resentment in my heart finally disappeared with the wind.

“Ve Tran, everything is over.”

I said softly,

“The living must look forward. So should you.”

“Looking ahead?”

He laughed to himself,

“In front of me, there is no road left.”

“Who said that?”

A bright, unexpected voice interrupted. Yen Tu didn't know when she found me, in her hand she still held the string of medlar covered in sugar that I liked. He walked up to me, naturally wrapped his arms around me, then looked towards Ve Tran.

“Ve Tran, listen clearly.”

Yen Tu's expression is rarely as serious as it is now.

“Nguyet Ly is my wife now, she lives very well, and in the future it will always be good.

There's no need for you to worry about that. As for you, you were once a famous god of war, a hero of Dai Ha. Defending the royal tomb is not your final outcome. The king is just angry, wait until you think clearly and can really let go of everything, I will personally beg the king to take you back." Read full page at Nguyet Hoa Cac Ve Tran was stunned, not expecting Yen Tu to say these words.

“Why?”

“No reason.”

Yen Tu stuffed the string of hawthorn into my hand, raised his eyebrows,

“Let's say... I replace my wife and pay the last bit of gratitude to you.

From now on, the two of you will no longer owe each other anything." Ve Tran looked at us deeply, then respectfully bowed and bowed.

“Thank you.”

After speaking, he turned and left, without looking back, gradually disappearing among the vast sea of people. I looked at that back, my heart completely dropped.

"What's wrong? Can't you bear it?"

Yen Tu's sour voice rang in his ears. I turned my head, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him lightly on the lips.

“No I can't bear you.”

Yen Tu's eyes immediately lit up. He picked me up and spun me around in the middle of the street, making everyone turn to look.

“Trieu Nguyet Ly! What did she say just now? Please say it again!”

“Don't say!”

I laughed, punched him,

“Let me down quickly, I'll lose face and die!”

"If you don't say anything, I won't let you go!"

“Yen Tu, you scoundrel!”

... Under the brilliant fireworks sky, our laughter echoes far, far away.

10

Three years later. It's Thuong Nguyen period again. I was nine and eight months pregnant and was carefully carried by Yen Tu on the bustling streets of the capital. In the past three years, the capital has changed a lot, but the bustle of Thuong Nguyen is still the same as before.

“Slowly, lady, be careful under your feet.”

Yen Tu was as tense as an old mother, one hand protecting my belly, the other holding my hand tightly, afraid that someone would touch me. I reluctantly burst out laughing,

"Yen Tu, you're too worried, I'm not that fragile."

“No way!”

He looked serious,

"In my belly is my precious son, the future little marquis, we can't be careless."

I rubbed my round belly, smiled and said:

“How do you know it's a boy? What if it's a girl? If it were a girl, I would name her Yen Phu Ba, so that she could eat well and wear beautiful clothes all her life, without having to worry about anything."

“Girls are better!”

Yen Tu's eyes brightened,

“If you look like her, you must be a little beauty.

At that time, I will dress you up beautifully every day. If anyone dares to dream of my treasure, I will break his legs! Looking at his stupid "girl slave" appearance, I couldn't help but laugh. Over the past three years, Yen Tu has changed a lot. He is no longer a young man who only knows how to play and enjoy himself, but has accepted the position of Prime Minister, becoming his father's most effective arm at court. Read full on page Nguyet Hoa Cac At court, he is decisive and strong; When I got home, he was still the husband who would buy me gourd candy and think of all sorts of things to make me happy. Every year we pass by the stone bridge, the bridge is filled with flower lights of all designs. I immediately saw a rabbit lamp, exactly like the one he bought for me three years ago.

“Yen Tu, I want that.”

“Okay!”

He happily ran forward and soon returned, holding up the bunny lantern like a child asking for a reward. I received it, my heart was as sweet as candy.

“Ah yes,”

Yen Tu seemed to suddenly remember something,

“Today we received a letter from the border.”

“Ve Tran?”

I asked.

“Yes.”

Yen Tu nodded,

“One year ago, the Huns in the North invaded again, I recommended him to my father.

As expected, he did not disappoint us. In just half a year, he defeated the enemy and could not even escape. Now, he is the great general guarding the Northern Border." I nodded slightly, my heart at peace. So, that's good. Each person has their own place to return to.

“What are you thinking?”

Yen Tu gently pinched my cheek. I shook my head, smiled and leaned on his shoulder,

“I'm thinking, I'm so lucky. I didn't expect to marry the best husband in the world."

Yen Tu's body stiffened slightly, then immediately hugged me tightly, her chin gently rubbing the top of my head, a bit of choking in her voice.

“Me too.”

He said:

“Trieu Nguyet Ly, you are the greatest luck of my life.”

We hug each other, standing on the stone bridge. In the distance, fireworks exploded brilliantly again, sparkling light dyed the night sky, extending the shadows of the two of us, so long, so long. (Full text)