Chapter 6 — Praying for Tham Yen Tri Binh A

On the paper there were only four words - "Return, beg you." "Return, beg you." So Lang Yen looked at those four words, saw Tham Yen Tri's hand tremble, trembling even more intensely than ever before. At this moment, it was as if an arrow pierced her chest. Tham Yen Tri, So Lang Yen have been waiting for more than ten years, waiting for you to say "don't go", waiting for you to say "come back", waiting for even just one sentence "I miss you"... But you didn't say it. You scold her for being a pig, you say her death has nothing to do with you. The day she got married, you stood on the palace wall and looked at her, but you didn't chase her away. Now you say "I beg you", but after she is dead. So Lang Yen's eye sockets were burning, tears welled up. "Tham Yen Tri!" She stood in front of him, screaming with all her might, "What did you do before? When I was alive, you didn't speak! When I was in battle, you didn't speak! You didn't speak until I was dead!" He bowed his head. Those eyes that always wanted to glare at her but were so beautiful were so red they looked like they were about to bleed. At this moment, the wind direction outside the window changed. So Lang Yen's body suddenly became light - Not flying, but disappearing. Starting from the fingertips, like sand in an hourglass, falling little by little. She froze, her ears vaguely heard the funeral music and the cries of the generals coming from far away. Is her remains about to be brought home? So Lang Yen raised his head to look at Tham Yen Tri. If he knew she was dead, what would he do? He didn't know anything, he was just heartbroken over the piece of paper that wrote the first soft sentence he gave her in his life. However, the news that the surviving generals of the Northern army were escorting the remains of those who had sacrificed back still spread throughout the capital the next day. When the gatekeeper came in to report, Tham Yen Tri was having breakfast. He put down the bowl of porridge and paused for two beats. "Where is she?" He asked. The gatekeeper was stunned: "The king asked..." Tham Yen Tri did not continue asking. He got up and went back to the bedroom, opening the closet. He rummaged for a long time, and finally pulled out from the deepest place a set of clothes - moonlight white, the collar embroidered with clouds with silver thread. Three years ago, he wore this outfit once at a palace banquet. So Lang Yen casually said, "This outfit is beautiful." After that, she never saw him wear it again. Tham Yen Tri changed into that outfit, stood in front of the mirror adjusting her collar, the corners of her lips moved slightly as if she were smiling. He thought she was really about to return, so he wore the outfit she once praised to go pick up So Lang Yen. But he didn't know, she returned in a lying position. In front of the city gate, many people gathered. Tham Yen Tri stood on the side of the road, looking towards the official. The wind blew the moon-white hem of his shirt, making him look like a crane. So Lang Yen flew behind him, bowed her head and looked at her hands - her fingertips were almost invisible. After a week of incense, the group arrived. White flag, white cloth, white banknotes, all eyes are the color of mourning. The leader held up a military flag that was blackened by smoke and fire, the flag of the Bac Canh army. The smile on Tham Yen Tri's face slowly froze. Dozens of carts lined up, under white cloths were thin coffins. Hundreds of people all over the city knelt on the ground, their cries echoed through the sky. Tham Yen Tri's eyes scanned from the first car to the last, then from the last car back to the first - He was looking for the palanquin where So Lang Yen would sit. Searched once, nothing. Second round, still nothing. By the third turn, his lips began to tremble. The wind blew the white cloth over the first car. Tham Yen Tri saw the coffin

thin, you can see three words engraved on the coffin lid - So Lang Yen. Tham Yen Tri's face immediately turned pale, even whiter than the color of mourning that covered the street. His lips trembled. The whole person looked like someone had slashed him from behind, still standing there, but already dead. So Lang Yen flew next to him, his soul about to disappear. She raised her head and looked at Tham Yen Tri's face one last time. He is crying. This was the first time she saw him cry. Tears fell onto the moonlight white clothes on his chest, spreading into a small dark patch. The group of people got closer and closer, the words on the coffin became clearer and clearer. Tham Yen Tri's lips parted. He is about to call So Lang Yen. Tham Yen Tri, don't call! Don't call her name in front of so many people. Don't wear the clothes she once praised and stand in front of her coffin and cry. Don't let her see you finally stop being stubborn. But he didn't hear. "So —" Tham Yen Tri called. Just one word, his voice broke. The car stopped in front of him. He was just one step away from the coffin. He stretched out his hand, his finger hovering above the coffin lid engraved with the name So Lang Yen, unable to come down. Her entire hand trembled. "Lang —" As soon as the second word escaped, Tham Yen Tri's tears fell onto the coffin, falling on the three words So Lang Yen. Her consciousness gradually became blurred, the light in front of her eyes dimmed. So Lang Yen closed his eyes.