Chapter 6 — On the day I had a hard time giving birth, my husband hugged my sister and stood admiring the snow

I sat next to him. Slowly enjoy the cup of Quan Son Ngan Cham tea in your hand. Bui Tich is in the prison car at this time. The elegant and proud appearance of the past was completely gone. His hair is messy. The prison uniform was full of blood and stains. His whole body was so thin that he was only skin and bones. Just like a dog that has lost its owner. In the crowd. People kept throwing rotten vegetables and rotten eggs at him.

“Before, he still considered himself a righteous man.”

“It turned out to be a national pirate who embezzled the national treasury!”

"I heard that he even offended the female viceroy of the Royal Palace because of a flirtatious woman."

“What a blind dog!”

Bui Tich was thrown so much that he cringed. But he still desperately looked around at the crowd. He is looking for Nguyen Kieu Kieu. The woman always said she loved him deeply. Half a month ago, he wiped out a rich businessman's money and fled. As a result, on the way out of the city, he encountered bandits. In the end, the body is no longer intact. Right at that moment. Seems to sense something. Bui Tich suddenly raised his head. Looking up to the second floor of the restaurant. The moment our eyes met. His whole body shook violently. He saw me. Also saw the man standing next to me. The man is noble and superior. The eyes are completely healed. Hands clasped behind your back. That was the person he had countless times mocked as a "blind person" and a "disabled person". Dinh Nam Vuong Hoac Lan. Bui Tich's eyes almost bulged out. Lips trembled violently. A strange, hoarse sound emitted from his throat.

“No… no way…”

He finally understood. The talent that he always took pride in. The plans that he always thought he was clever with. Before absolute power. In front of absolute strength. It's just a joke. Which he personally pushed away. It's the Yen family, enough support to guarantee him a lifetime of wealth and honor. The executioner raised the demon-headed knife high. The very last moment before the blade fell. I saw Bui Tich looking closely at me. Two streams of bloody tears filled with extreme regret slowly flowed down. Fresh blood erupted. Everything from the past life. All the grudges of the past. Follow that head rolling to the ground. Completely gone up in smoke. Hoac Lan turned around. His tall body obscured the entire bloody scene outside the window. He reached out and hugged me. The large hand gently caressed the back of my head.

“Thanh Thu.”

“My eyes are dirty.”

“Let's go home.”

I leaned against his warm chest. Listen to that strong, steady heartbeat. Gently nodded. Not long after Bui Tich was beheaded. The news that Dinh Nam Vuong had completely recovered from his leg problem and restored his eyesight spread throughout the capital like he had grown wings. The entire royal court, up and down, was extremely shocked. The day Hoac Lan wore the royal robe of the Prince. The atmosphere was completely explosive. Enter Kim Loan Dien. Even the Emperor was so surprised that he stood up from his throne. The officials of the past liked to push high and push low. Secretly cutting costs and money allocated to Dinh Nam Vuong Palace. At this time, they were all kneeling on the ground. Trembling with fear. However, Hoac Lan did not openly declare killing. He only did one thing. He handed over the "Like Tram Dich Lam" golden token in his hand. Exchanged for the military talisman of 100,000 Tran Bac troops. At the same time, please request the Emperor. Entrusted my father, Yen Thai Pho, with full authority to be in charge of amending and perfecting Dai Le laws. Military power is in hand. Van Than also completely submitted. He used the most drastic and powerful means. Steadily protecting the Yen family under his wings. Tragically, Yen's entire family was beheaded in their previous life. No one will be able to do it again. The day he left the palace. It had just fallen with the first snow of the winter season. Hoac Lan propped up a twenty-four spoke oil-paper umbrella. Wait for me in front of the palace gate. Snow fell onto his jet-black cloak. But he didn't seem to feel it at all. Until you saw me.