Chapter 6 — Once reborn, I will no longer marry the wrong person

It's been so long that the candle has burned a little lower. He slowly raised his hand. Gently push the strand of sideburns that you messed up while drinking properly behind your ear. Fingertips gently brushed against my ear. Cold as well water in the middle of winter.

"What I want."

"You'll know later."

He said calmly.

"But now."

"You just need to know one thing."

"What's going on?"

"From the moment she entered the gates of this palace."

"She is my person."

"Eighth Emperor Brother can't touch her."

"The Queen Mother cannot touch her."

"No one..."

"You can touch her."

When he said those words. His tone was still extremely calm. It's like I'm just recounting a truth that has nothing to do with emotions. But we still see it. The other hand is hanging by his side. The thumb slowly strokes the knuckle of the index finger. It's a habitual move. It's like trying to suppress some force. Right at that moment. I suddenly realized. I chose the right person. Maybe... I chose someone even more dangerous than Ly Thua Trach. No problem. Previous life. I chose the person who seemed the safest. Dies the fastest. I would rather have a dangerous ally. There is a gentle murderer. Life after marriage. Completely different from what we had imagined. On weekdays, the Tenth Prince's palace was so quiet that it was almost eerie. Ly Thua Quan's daily life is so simple that it can only be summed up in three things. Take a walk in the yard. He did not come to court. Do not go back and forth to interact with colleagues. Do not associate with relatives. Even the palace banquets were refused using the excuse of illness. The servants in the palace are pitifully few. There is only one old butler. Two petty names. A female chef. Plus a few maids I brought with me when selling. Calculate again and again. There are less than ten people. I asked him:

"Are you going to keep living like that forever?"

He sat in the study room. In his hand he held a wolf quill pen. In front of him spread a sheet of Tuyen Thanh paper. On paper, it is not a poem or a painting. It's a map dense with interwoven lines and countless tiny lines of text. Until we step closer. Just saw clearly. That's a street map of the capital. Every alley. Each palace. Each guard station. All clearly marked.

"Think I'm hiding?"

He did not raise his head. The tip of the pen gently touched a location on the map.

"I'm waiting."

"Wait for what?"

"Wait for them to act first."

He calmly replied.

"The people on the court."

"Eight royal brother."

"The Queen Mother."

"Right now they're both busy biting each other."

"No longer in the mood to pay attention to me."

"Wait until they decide to win or lose."

"Just discovered..."

"The guy squatting in the corner."

"It's the most annoying person."

He put down his pen. Raise your head and look at me.

"Is your father mobilizing troops at the northern border today?"

That question came too suddenly. I paused for a moment then nodded.

"Yesterday, my father just received an official dispatch from the Ministry of Military Affairs, saying that he would rotate the defense line according to old rules and send twenty thousand troops from Nhan Mon Quan south to Dich Chau."

"It's not a custom to change defense lines."

He turned the map towards me, his finger pointing to Dich Chau's location.

"Dich Chau is four hundred miles from the capital, it only took two days for the cavalry to arrive."

"This order to mobilize troops comes from the people of the Eighth Emperor in the Ministry of Military Affairs bring it down."

"Obviously it's a change of defense line."

"But in reality."

"It was her father's command to move closer to the capital."

"Wait until your father can react."

"Twenty thousand iron cavalry from the north are already outside the capital."

A cold air immediately rose up my spine. Previous life. Everything happened the same way. Ly Thua Trach used the name of changing the defense line to move my father's troops closer to the capital. Exactly on the night the old Emperor fell seriously ill. He ordered the city gate to be tightly closed. Twenty thousand iron cavalry from the north. Becoming the most important chess piece to help him control the capital. At that time, my father was still at Nhan Mon Quan. Time to receive the news. Everything is completely over.

"We must inform my father."

I said immediately.

"It's late."

"The military deployment order was issued seven days ago."

"The cavalry is now on its way."

He rolled up the map. The tone remained calm as before.

"But it's okay."

"Just let them do it."

"Just let them control?"

I was stunned.

"Her father's twenty thousand troops."

"It's listening to her father."

"Do you listen to the Eight Emperors?"

He asked back. Then answer yourself.

"The northern border troops have followed Tham Tranh for twenty years."

"In their eyes."

"Only the flag bears the surname Tham."

"Eighth Emperor thinks that."