Chapter 19 — Praying for Tham Yen Tri Binh A

"After I die, my soul still exists for a while. But after I disappear, I don't know what happened. Why did you come to Bac Canh in your previous life, and what did you do after that?" Tham Yen Tri's hand holding the bowl of medicine stopped in mid-air. His throat moved a few times before speaking. The voice was very low, as if each word had been carved from bone. "I defended Bac Canh for three years. Your three citadels were all maintained." "Every sentence you engraved, I engraved the answer next to it. You wrote the star Bac Canh very brightly. What you wrote did not know if I would come to Bac Canh to see once, so I came, just looking at it was three years." "The last battle of the fourth year, I died on the part of the city wall where you fell. The rabbit lantern is always carried with me."Three years. After she died, he kept the castle for three years, engraved answers for three years, watched the stars for three years, and finally died where she died. So Lang Yen looked at him. Last life lasted for three years, this life starts pursuing again from the beginning. Tham Yen Tri doesn't owe her anything. Obviously, she is the one who owes Tham Yen Tri two lives. She took a half step forward, reached out and grabbed the front of his shirt, squeezing it very tightly. Her fingers trembled slightly from the force, but did not let go. "Tham Yen Tri." She spoke, her voice trembling but each word was like a nail in the bone. "You never owed me anything. Never." "It's not your fault that the military intelligence was blocked, you didn't know I was dead. You guarded the city for me for three years, watched the stars for me, fought the battle I hadn't finished fighting for me, and finally died where I died. You don't owe me anything." So Lang Yen raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes were red but the corners of her lips curled up. "Don't say later that you owe me anything." me too." Having finished speaking, So Lang Yen let go of the hand holding his shirt. She leaned against the cliff, remained silent for a long time, then asked. "After you separated in your previous life, how was Su Uyen?" Tham Yen Tri paused. "She took the initiative to write a letter of separation, saying that she also had someone in her heart who wanted to marry her. When the Queen Mother gave her a kiss, she was not given a choice." "That very day, she returned to the Marquis Palace, knelt in the main hall and told her father that she wanted to marry the editor of the Han Lam Institute. Later, she waited until her father's day. I'll give in and marry that person." So Lang Yen nodded. In her previous life, she was floating in mid-air, looking at To Uyen sitting in her new room, her veil not yet lifted, as quiet as a porcelain statue. She once thought that it was just an innocent person caught up in fate. Now I know how tough her bones are under that gentle appearance. "She is stronger than me. In my previous life, I lived in Bac Canh for three years. Every letter from home asked how you were doing, but I never dared to write a single sentence 'I miss you'. She knelt in the main street all night, saying that if she couldn't marry the person she wanted, she would rather not marry for the rest of her life. Even if I told you, I wouldn't dare." "You wrote on a piece of cloth." Tham Yen Tri took a step forward. "The piece of cloth you left in the tent before the battle, the corner was scorched, on it was written 'May Tham Yen Tri be safe'. Even until death, you still wrote my name. It's not that you don't dare, it's just that you never said it." So Lang Yen raised her eyes to look at him. He stood in the sunset, his moonlight white clothes blowing in the wind, the wound on his shoulder still not completely healed. In his previous life, after she died, he received that piece of cloth. In this life he came early. She took a half step forward, grabbed the hem of his shirt again, squeezing even tighter than before. "Okay. Then in this life I don't need to write on the piece of cloth anymore. I will tell you personally." She let go, turned around and walked back to the camp. After taking a few steps, she stopped and turned to look at him. "Tomorrow at the cliff. You have engraved the answers and read them to me from beginning to end. I want to hear them myself.

see." "...Okay." The next afternoon, So Lang Yen finished patrolling the citadel, standing in front of the cliff waiting for him. Tham Yen Tri came from the direction of the camp. His white sleeves were stained with wood shavings, in his hands he did not carry a bowl of medicine, nor a box of food. So Lang Yen leaned against the cliff, crossed his arms, pointing to the words "Fight for you". "Start with this sentence. We've seen it all before. This last sentence - what were you thinking at that moment?" Tham Yen Tri stood in front of the cliff, her eyes fixed on those three words. Her engraving was "Seventeenth Battle", only a few strokes, crooked. The engraving he added was much deeper than hers, each stroke seemed to want to pierce the rock. "I think your last battle is not yet finished. Think about whether you were scared when you fell off the wall or not. I think if I could come find you, you wouldn't have to fight that battle alone." So Lang Yen leaned against the cliff, looking at his profile. When he said these words, his voice was very calm, but the hand she let hang by her side tightened slightly. She reached out and gently pulled his sleeve. "I'm not afraid. When I fell, I didn't have time to be afraid, I only had time to call your name. Now that you have come, we will fight together from now on." She let go of his sleeve, turned and walked towards the city wall. After a few steps, she stopped but did not turn back.