Chapter 13 — Once reborn, I will no longer marry the wrong person

Three months later, I would like to give Tham Uyen Thanh's hand in marriage to new student Tham Hoa Lang Luc Tri Hanh. Luc Tri Hanh comes from a wealthy family in Giang Nam, has a prosperous family background, and is virtuous. He is currently working as a Editor at Han Lam Institute. The most important thing was that when he first met Tham Uyen Thanh at the palace banquet, his eyes suddenly lit up for a moment, and then throughout the entire party afterward he secretly looked at her. Those eyes were completely different from Ly Thua Trach's eyes looking at the painting, a silent infatuation mixed with calculation, but rather the clumsy and sincere look of a teenager who suddenly met someone who made his heart flutter. The holy edict granting that marriage was because I personally came to ask for it from Ly Thua Quan. At that time, he was reviewing the chapter, and after listening to me, he put down his lipstick and raised his head to look at me.

"She really cares about this younger sister very much."

"I owe you that." I replied softly.

He was silent for a moment, then picked up his pen and stamped the jade seal on the prepared edict. When he gave me the holy decree, he suddenly calmly said one sentence:

"After the Eighth Emperor was placed under house arrest, he once asked someone to secretly deliver a letter."

My movements stopped.

"That letter was written for Tham Uyen Thanh." His voice was still very calm. "I was stopped."

"What's in the letter?"

"It's all nonsense." He put down his lipstick. "He said he did everything for her, said that the only person he really wanted to marry was her from start to finish, and said that as long as she was willing to wait, one day he would let her become Queen."

My hand holding the holy decree suddenly tightened.

"Where is that letter?"

"It's burned." Ly Thua Quan picked up another chapter book and opened it, without looking up from beginning to end. "She doesn't need to know those things. What she needs to know is that my sister prevented a huge disaster for me, and then found me someone truly worth spending the rest of my life with. That's enough."

I quietly looked at his face sideways while bowing my head to review the chapter. The candlelight cast clear light and dark patches on his eyebrows and the bridge of his nose. This person, after becoming Emperor, still spoke very little, showed very little expression, and when criticizing chapters, his hands were often covered in ink. But when he said "That's enough", his voice carried a steadfastness and protection that did not allow anyone to doubt. What he was protecting was not Tham Uyen Thanh, because he had never known her before. What he wants to protect... Is what I have devoted all my heart to preserving.

"Ly Thua Quan."

I softly called his name. He raised his head. After ascending the throne, no one dared to call him by his name anymore. But when he heard me call him that, he didn't frown at all, just slightly raised his eyebrows a little, as if waiting for me to continue speaking.

"Thank you guy." I said softly.

He looked at me for a moment, then bowed his head and continued to criticize the chapter.

"Between husband and wife, there is no need to say those words."

In the spring of the sixteenth year of Yongchang, the first entrance exam after the new emperor ascended the throne was directly canceled by Ly Thua Quan. The Minister of Rites consecutively presented three orders of admonition, saying that the Emperor's accession to the throne without selecting elites to nourish the harem was against the rules of etiquette. Ly Thua Quan kept all three original chapters and returned them, with only two words on each chapter: Meaning, I already have a Queen. When that news reached the harem, I was teaching Tham Uyen Thanh to embroider the couple. Her embroidery skills were very good at this time, even the lovebird's eyes were embroidered vividly like a real one. Hearing those words from the eunuch, the needle in her hand stopped for a moment, then raised her head to look at me, her eyes curved and filled with laughter.

"Sister, the Emperor truly treats you very well."

I bowed my head and continued to embroider the lovebird in my hand. The needle pierced the brocade layer, pulling a red thread, under the bright sunlight it looked like a thin streak of blood. Only this time, it was no longer the red of poisonous blood, but the red of joy. In the fall of the sixteenth year of Yongchang, his cousin Cui Jinshu remarried. The bridegroom is Chu Minh Vien, the second son of the Quoc Tu Giam Te Tuu palace. He had been waiting for her for two years, ever since the day Cui Jinshu was bestowed with the Eighth Prince, he had been waiting. During that time, many people came to make matches, but he all refused, just saying he was waiting for someone. Others asked him who he was waiting for, but he didn't answer, just smiled. The day your wedding day comes, I'll come see you off.