Chapter 7 — Praying for Tham Yen Tri Binh A

She didn't want to see him cry, nor did she want him to know that the person he was calling was right in front of him, slowly disappearing. The last word he said was her name, So Lang Yen heard it. The last word she said was also his name, but he couldn't hear it. "... Yen." When Tham Yen Tri finished calling, So Lang Yen's soul completely disappeared. There is no longer So Lang Yen in this world. …… Finally, Tham Yen Tri's hand also placed on those three words. The coffin lid was cold. When his fingertips touched the first stroke of the word "So", his knees silently buckled. He knelt next to the coffin, his forehead resting on the edge of the coffin, his shoulders shaking violently but not making any sound. Tong Truong Uyen knelt behind him and handed over a piece of cloth: "This is what she wrote before the battle and left it in the camp. At that time, everyone wrote wills to their families, she just wrote these words on the battle robe." The corner of the cloth was scorched, and on it was written crookedly: "Praying for Tham Yen Tri's peace." Tham Yen Tri squeezed the piece of cloth in her palm for a long time. Even when she dies, she still remembers him. But when her body lay dead on the cemetery, he worshiped with someone else, holding someone else's hand under the red silk ribbons spread across the city. Her coffin was welcomed by thousands of people back to the Imperial Capital. Hundreds of people throughout the city knelt on the ground, everyone cried for her. And he wore the moonlight white outfit she once praised, kneeling in front of the coffin, but could not shed a single tear. Three days later, Tham Yen Tri walked into Tham Yen Hanh's study and placed the wrinkled military report on the table. Tham Yen Hanh looked at that piece of paper and was silent for a long time before speaking. "That day was your big wedding day. I can't let you show off in front of civil and military officials." Tham Yen Tri did not question, just said one sentence: "Big brother did it for my good, I know." Pausing for a moment, his voice was very light. "But when the whole De Kinh knew she was dead, and were crying for her, only I was completely unaware." "Even married someone else, while the only person I always wanted to marry was you." Tham Yen Hanh's face immediately turned pale. Tham Yen Tri didn't look at him anymore, stood up and left. He signed a letter of separation, then looked at the old letters from So Lang Yen asking after him, reading them over and over again. In the letter, she said that the stars in the Northern Landscape were especially bright, saying that in the future I would look at them for you. He pressed the letter to his chest and sat all night. When it was morning, he asked to point to Bac Canh. On the cliff behind the mountain, where she often went to practice martial arts, he found the words she carved. Row after row, carved with daggers, some deep and some shallow. "Tenth battle, won. Today Tham Yen Tri must have escaped the tide again." "Twelfth battle, won. Before, Tham Yen Tri scolded me for bad bandages, now I have learned, if he is good, he will come and see." "Fourteenth battle, won. Why is Northern Canh brighter than De Kinh, I don't know if Tham Yen Tri will come to Bac Canh to see once in this life." no." "The sixteenth battle, won. That pig Tham Yen Tri, I'm not in De Kinh, I don't know who he quarreled with." He squatted in front of the cliff, using a dagger to carve the answer next to each row. "No more hiding. From now on." "Come and see. It's brighter than what you said." "There's no one else. Only you." The last row is the sentence "Seventeenth battle." After being engraved, the word "battle" only has a few strokes. He engraved six more words, the engravings deeper than any other row. "From now on, I will fight for you." In the winter of the fourth year in Bac Canh, fifty thousand armies of Bac Di approached the border of the city. Tham Yen Tri stood on the part of the city wall where she had fallen, her body was hit by many arrows, her back leaned against the battlements, she slowly slid down and sat down. He took the car

The rabbit lamp is missing an ear coming out of its chest. The paper lamp was soaked in blood and stuck to his chest. He raised his head to look at the gray sky of Bac Canh, his voice was very light. "So Lang Yen, your three citadels, I have kept for you. I have read your letter more than eight hundred times, and your rabbit lamp I have also repaired." "What do you say, the light in Bac Canh, I have been looking at for three years. It is indeed very bright, but not as bright as you." He smiled slightly, blood foam flowing out of the corner of his lips. The north wind rushes through the battlements. He closed his eyes, pressing the rabbit lamp to the place closest to his heart. "... So Lang Yen, wait for me." Tham Yen Tri suddenly opened his eyes. In front of us is the study room in the royal palace. Outside the window, it was not yet dawn, the scent of cinnamon flowers wafting through the crack in the door. He was lying face down on the table, with a newly written introduction to his hand spread out, and a rabbit lamp in the corner of the table. The missing ear has been glued back on, clean and bloodless. He stared at the rabbit lamp for a long time. In the final battle, it was soaked in his blood, dented into a sticky lump on its chest. But now it is still intact on the corner of the table, even the wrinkles on the paper are exactly the same as the day before. "What day and month is it now?" Tham Yen Tri called out the door. The young man outside the door was startled by him: "Your Highness, today is the second day of September."