Praying for Tham Yen Tri Binh A
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Chapter 20

Chapter 20 — Praying for Tham Yen Tri Binh A

Updated 10/08/2026 5 min read

"Tomorrow the army departs to return to the capital. You pack your things. Don't forget to bring the wonton recipe with you, old Trieu said you can become a monk." Tham Yen Tri looked at her back, bowed his head and sheathed the dagger at his waist. The north wind rushed through the battlements, gliding over the deep and shallow carvings in the cliffs. He raised his hand, engraved another line under the sentence "Fight for you", and after engraving put the knife back in its sheath. "...Okay." So Lang Yen stood in front of the barracks gate, looking back for the last time at the city wall she had defended for three years. The Bac Canh military flag on the battlements is still flapping in the wind. The inscriptions on the cliff are covered with a thin layer of snow, from a distance it looks like a stone wall covered with white cloth. Tham Yen Tri stood next to her. Over the moonlight white outfit is a dark cloak, the left shoulder guard is hidden under the collar. "Can't bear it?" He asked. “…A little.” She threw herself onto the horse, wrapping the reins around her hand, "In my previous life, I died before I could say goodbye to this place. In this life, I can stand up and leave, very good." She tilted her head to look at him, the corners of her lips curled up: "Let's go." The army followed the official road to the south, the Bac Canh mountains slowly receding behind. Three days later they arrived at Di Kinh. Hundreds of people from all over the city poured into the streets. News of the great victory of Bac Canh had soon spread throughout the capital. So Lang Yen rode horseback at the head of the team, and someone shouted "General So" on the side of the road. There was a lady who threw flowers in front of her horse. She picked up a flower and conveniently placed it on Tham Yen Tri's saddle. "Previously Miss De Kinh only threw flowers to you, but now she also throws them to me. This shows that I am more loved than you." Tham Yen Tri lowered her head to look at the cinnamon flower pinned crookedly on the saddle, the corners of her lips moving slightly. She tilted her head to look at him, her voice softened. "In your previous life, you stood behind the crowd at the North Gate, waiting for Tong Truong Uyen to triumph. You thought I would go with him, looking from the first to the last person in the team, but there was no palanquin, no carriage." "In this life, you don't need to look anymore. I'm right here." His hand passed over the saddle, gently touching the back of her hand. She turned her hand over, intertwining her ten fingers with him on the horse's back for a moment, then let go and continued to urge the horse forward. When entering the palace, civil and military officials were all present. The Minister of the Ministry of Defense presented the war report. The holy dragon's face was great and he immediately gave a reward. So Lang Yen was promoted to the position of second-rank general of the National Guard, given a general's palace and a thousand taels of gold. Tong Truong Uyen and the generals under his command were all rewarded. The saint looked at So Lang Yen in the palace and suddenly asked: "General So, I heard that His Highness Seventh in Bac Canh blocked an arrow for you. He also surveyed the terrain and checked and repaired the military system?" So Lang Yen raised his eyes to look at Tham Yen Tri. "Your Highness, during the time I was in Bac Canh, Your Highness Seventh helped me a lot." "The abandoned merchant road outside Dong Mon was discovered by Your Highness. The adjustment of the Northern Gate defense was at Your Highness's suggestion. All crossbows at Dong Thanh Mon were also inspected and repaired by Your Highness. Without Your Highness Seven's help, this battle would not have gone so smoothly." The Saint glanced at Tham Yen Tri. His eyes were full of meaning, but he did not ask further. After the tide subsided, So Lang Yen was surrounded by a group of officials on the palace road, and had to deal with it in a circle to escape. Tham Yen Tri leaned against the corner of the palace wall, holding two cups of hot tea in his hands, giving one to her. She took a sip of tea and sighed. "It's even more tiring than fighting. The smiling faces of those people are harder to deal with than the blades of the Bac Di people." She leaned against the palace wall and tilted her head to look at him: "Tomorrow the Queen Mother will definitely call for an audience. The fact that you canceled your marriage before the deadline, came to Bac Canh and got injured, people will not ignore it. How do you plan to explain?"

Real." Tham Yen Tri's expression was natural. So Lang Yen placed the teacup on the brick pedestal of the palace wall and turned around to face him. "Tomorrow in front of the Queen Mother, you don't have to bear it alone. The Queen Mother can agree, or disagree, I will still be by your side. If you agree, I will marry you into your palace. If you don't agree, I will lead the army back to Bac Canh, you come with me." "Anyway, you canceled the marriage. The entire Empire knew that His Highness Seventh refused to marry because of General So. Even if you want to run now, you can't run." Tham Yen Tri reached out to tuck her wind-blown sideburns behind her ears. "Don't run. Tomorrow in front of the Queen Mother, I will stand in front." The next morning, the Queen Mother's will certainly came. Cong Cong passed the words with a smile on his face, telling the Queen Mother to invite Her Highness Seventh and General So to enter the palace together. So Lang Yen changed into a clean military uniform and met Tham Yen Tri in front of the general's palace. Today he changed into a dark blue brocade robe, not the old moonlight white robe she once praised. But the embroidered rattan pattern on the sleeves was still the same. She was still the same. looked at him from top to bottom: "New sewing?" "The old set was torn on the city wall." He replied. "This set is also beautiful." She passed him, threw herself onto the horse, and moved decisively, "Let's go." The Queen Mother's tea is not good, drink it early and leave early."

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