Chapter 6 — Phong Lac Van Quy Xu

The voice suddenly changed. The coldness of an emperor appeared in his eyes. "Although the crime of fraud has been cleared, the incident has caused a lot of resentment, and he is not suitable to continue to stay in the capital to hold office." "Considering that he is talented, I specially appointed him to be a district administrator in a distant place, and immediately set out to take office." "Since he is his wife, I will also do it for you." "Do you want to follow him to that remote place, or do you want to stay?" return to the capital?" The emperor looked at me, as if enjoying an interesting game of chess. "If you are willing to stay, I will marry you to someone in the family, ensuring a lifetime of wealth." I bowed my head. Her forehead touched the cold yellow tile floor. "The women vow to follow their husbands." "Even if the horizon is broken, we will never leave." The emperor did not seem surprised at all. The person just gently waved his sleeve. "Okay, go back down." When I walked out of the main hall. The afternoon sun has gone down. Outside the palace gate. A familiar figure was waiting with his hands clasped. Co Nghien wore brand new court clothes. Neat appearance, tall and straight figure. He turned around. See the wound on my neck. His eyes immediately turned red. But he didn't ask a single question. I can't hold on any longer. I rushed forward and hugged him tightly, burying my face in his arms and burst into tears. "I'm sorry..." "It's all because I implicated you." "It's clear that you passed the exam, but because of me you had to go to that far away place to take office." "So stupid." He interrupted me. Both arms hugged me tightly, her hand gently patted my back. "No matter how prosperous the capital is..." "If I don't have you by my side, it's meaningless." Return home. We just packed a few sets of rough clothes to change into. The next morning, when it was not yet dawn. A simple donkey cart carried the two of us out of the capital. On the citadel. Bui Hanh wore the Crown Prince's plain clothes and stood at the highest place. Next to him, the Emperor clasped his hands behind his back and shouted in a cold voice: "Look at the good things you have done!" "Just because of a woman, you made your husband and wife separate, making people laugh at you." "If it weren't for the Crown Princess reporting everything clearly to me, I wouldn't have known you could do such things!" Bui Hanh didn't say a word. The nails dug deep into the palms of his hands, to the point of bursting blood. "I will punish you with detention in the Eastern Palace." "In the next ten years, if you dare to step even half a step out of the capital..." "I will abolish your position as Crown Prince." Having finished speaking, the Emperor waved his sleeves and left. Only Bui Hanh stood alone in the wind. Quietly watching the donkey cart go farther and farther away. … After all, the Emperor is still a person who values talent. The so-called remote land is just a little farther from the capital. Not where the mountains and poisonous water are. In that place. Co Nghien has a place to use martial arts. He repaired irrigation. Regulate mandarins. Encourage farming. In just three years. The land, which was poor over the years, has gradually become peaceful and peaceful. Our lives... Just like the pipa tree in the yard. The day is getting greener and better. Second year moving here. I gave birth to a little girl. She is as white and lovely as a jade doll, exactly like Co Nghien. I often receive letters from the capital. Most of them were sent by sister Tham Van Y. The handwriting on paper is still as elegant as before. It's just that the former radiance no longer exists. Between each line of words there is a hint of fatigue. In the letter. She apologized to me. Say that that year you should not be attached to things that do not belong to you. Don't take away the position of Crown Princess that belongs to me. She also said. Right now, she and Bui Hanh... Just two people sharing a bed with different dreams. Bui Hanh is busy with politics. Most people stay in the study room or on duty. Even if you return to soak in electricity. The two of them also went their separate ways, not speaking

"Van Chi." "Now you've thought it through." "Instead of waiting for him to change his mind..." "Let's just stay with our children and find some hope." I gently stroked the slightly blurred ink on the page. My heart is full of hundreds of questions. I sent her a reply. At the same time, send her some specialty fruits. She also responded with brocade and books from the capital. Until one day. I only received a thin piece of paper. On it was written only: "Van Chi." "Don't send anymore letters." "Don't send more things." "All have fallen into other people's hands." "Take care." "Don't remember me." My heart suddenly sank. No need to say more. I also understand that the "other person" you mentioned...It can only be Bui Hanh. Since then. We and the capital city completely lost contact. Time passes quickly like water. In the blink of an eye, it's been ten years. Thanks to his excellent management skills, his reputation is resounding. Co Nghien gradually rose from District to Tri Phu. Then he became a major mandarin guarding a direction. He is honest and upright. Loved by everyone. Which year is the Poinsettia? Finally in the southern lands, far from the center of power. Live the life he wants. And me. Third Miss Tham of the Tham family that year. Became the head of the Co family. Children and children are all enough. A peaceful life is like a river flowing quietly in front of the house. Sometimes. The capital still transmits some sporadic news. But every day it gets more chaotic. It is said that Crown Prince Bui Hanh, because of his extravagant behavior, repeatedly disappointed the Emperor. It's no longer as bright as before. The princes fought endlessly. The competition for the Crown Prince position is increasingly fierce. And Bui Hanh. Completely isolated. Imprisoned in the Eastern Palace only in name. Even stepping out of the gate is rarely possible. I stand in the yard. Watching Co Nghien return. He was dressed in civilian clothes, in high spirits, smiling and playing with his child. The afternoon light covered his shoulders. Warm. Peaceful. The wind blew gently. The leaves of the Pipa tree rustle and move. This life. We can finally listen to the beat of our own heart. And find a destination that truly belongs to yourself. Full text complete.