Chapter 7 — Once reborn, I will no longer marry the wrong person

"You just need to deploy troops close to the capital to use it."

"But he forgot one thing."

"The talisman is still in her father's hands."

"The reason for moving troops is just to change the defense line."

"It's not necessary for the king."

"There is no military order from her father."

"Twenty thousand cavalry."

"It's just twenty thousand pieces of wood standing in Dich Chau."

I looked at him for a long time. This person did not leave the palace. No tide. Nor do I associate with anyone. All the undercurrents in the court. He saw more clearly all the people standing in the middle of that vortex. In his hand. It's a map of the entire capital. On it were clearly marked each place where troops were deployed. Each route transmits information. He was in the palace filing that simple application. Like a spider lying in the middle of a web. Quietly feel every smallest vibration on each silk thread.

"Finally..."

"What kind of person are you?"

I asked softly. He placed the map roll in a secret compartment on the bookshelf. Then turn around. The afternoon sunlight shines through the window. Cut his face into two light and dark halves. He stands right on the boundary between light and darkness. Half of the face is submerged in sunlight. Half hidden in the shade. Like a human being divided into two halves.

"The one she chose herself."

Three months later. The old Emperor fell ill. When the news reached the Tenth Prince's palace. Ly Thua Quan is watering a pot of orchids that are about to wilt and die in the yard. His watering movements are very slow. Little by little. As if confident that the half-dead orchid pot could still be saved. The old butler quickly ran in to report. He hadn't even put the watering can down yet.

"I know."

He just replied calmly. The old butler was so impatient that his forehead was covered in sweat.

"There's just been a message from the palace."

"His Majesty has coughed up blood."

"The princes have all entered the palace."

"Are you also..."

"No rush."

He leisurely poured the last bit of water. Put the watering can down. Brush off the dirt on your hands.

"Change your clothes."

Enter that palace. He was not wearing royal clothes. But he only wore a blue shirt that had faded from many washes. It was the shirt I saw on him the first time we met at the foot of the palace wall. I also followed him into the palace. Taking the identity of the 10th Imperial Concubine, she entered the palace to serve the Emperor. That's the rule. The Emperor fell seriously ill. All princes must go to the palace to serve them. There was a strong smell of medicine in Can Thanh Palace. The old Emperor lay on the bed, his face yellow as wax, his eyes deeply sunken. The once majestic face has now been eroded by illness until only a thin look remains. The Queen Mother sat next to the dragon bed. The noble lady stands behind the Queen Mother. Eighth prince Ly Thua Trach knelt before the dragon bed. The remaining princes also knelt in a row. When Ly Thua Quan entered the main hall door. Almost no one paid attention to him. He knelt at the end of the row of princes. Still quiet as always. So quiet it was almost non-existent. But we noticed it again. The old Emperor's eyes were cloudy. Gently stopped on his body for a moment. That moment was very short. So short. Of all the people present. I'm afraid I'm the only one who notices. By everyone's eyes. They were all watching the Eighth Prince kneeling in the front row. Observe the look of worry that appeared on his face. Ly Thua Trach knelt very straight. The rim of the eye is slightly red. Voice just enough choking.

"Father."

"I have ordered the Royal Hospital to use all its efforts to cure it."

"The father is auspicious and the heavenly general."

"I will definitely..."

"Okay."

The old Emperor interrupted him with a hoarse voice. Volume is not loud. But everyone in the palace heard every word clearly.

"I'm not dead yet."

"There's no need to practice mourning right now."

The expression on Ly Thua Trach's face stiffened for a moment. The Queen Mother sitting next to her immediately spoke up.

"Emperor."

"Old Bat is just out of filial piety."

The old Emperor did not reply. His eyes slowly glanced over each kneeling prince. Stopping in turn on the faces of the Third Prince, the Fifth Prince, and the Seventh Prince. It fell on Ly Thua Quan again at the end of the line.

"Old Thap."

He called out. The eyes of everyone in the palace simultaneously turned to the last corner. Ly Thua Quan raised his head. There was still a calm look on his face. Don't show any emotions. Ly Thua Quan stood up. Slowly walk to the side of the bed. Each step is neither fast nor slow. The hem of his shirt gently swept across the electric floor. Makes a very small noise. He knelt down beside the bed. Distance from the old Emperor. Even closer than the position where Ly Thua Trach was kneeling just now.