Chapter 10 — Reincarnated into the Kim Minh Tri Association, I will no longer marry Poinsettia Lang

Right on Coc Vu day. The tea fighting banquet was held at Thai Thanh floor. When I followed Noble Concubine to the place, there were already many people sitting in the main hall. In the middle of that crowd, just a glance was enough to see Luc Ba Minh. Who said that among a group of purple-shirted and yellow-belted old men, he would stand out so young? Seeing me walk in, Luc Ba Minh's eyes stopped on me for a moment. I pretended not to see, found my right seat and sat down. Your Majesty has no queen. The noble lady sits in the position below him. Seeing that I was seated, she nodded slightly at me. The tea match officially begins. Royal tea has always been Dragon and Phoenix tea cakes given as tribute from Man land. While other contestants are still checking and preparing tea tools. I have begun to meditate and burn incense. Then he ordered the inner city to boil spring water on the mountain. I personally handle the tea cake that was shared with me. First, heat it over fire, then grind it, then use a tea sieve to sift it over and over again, keeping only the finest layer of tea powder. Wait for the water to boil a third time. This is also the time to reach the appropriate fire point to brew tea. In my previous life, Luc Ba Minh always said that I did not have the dignified appearance of a noble lady. But he never took me to a banquet once. Just based on my appearance on the football field, one can conclude that I am rude and ignorant. How ridiculous it is. I gently lowered my eyes. Slowly lift the kettle up. The hot water stream slowly flows down the sides of the bowl. In that moment, white steam rose and the scent of tea spread everywhere. Cashew tea. Add more water. Each movement is as natural and seamless as clouds flowing in flowing water. The main hall gradually became quiet. Only the sound of the tea broom stirring quickly made soft sounds. Noble Concubine's eyes were filled with laughter. His Majesty also continuously nodded in approval. I was the first to start. But he was one of the last to finish. Tea finished. I have just relaxed my muscles and bones. Noi Thi stood next to her and stepped forward to report:

"Miss Ta created a painting of Bach Hy Tea."

In a moment. All eyes turned towards me at the same time. His Majesty spoke up:

"Hurry and bring it up here so I can see."

After His Majesty and the Noble Concubine carefully looked at it. He sent someone to bring it down for everyone to enjoy. Some people immediately noticed.

"Isn't this the scene of Your Majesty and Your Royal Highness personally going to the Kim Minh Tri festival, standing on the Bao Tan floor and having fun with the people?"

"Miss Ta is really skillful."

Suddenly I saw Luc Ba Minh looking at me dumbfounded. That expression carried some strangeness, as if this was the first time he really knew me. For some reason, I could still see some resentment and anger in those eyes. It seemed like he was blaming me, saying that we had been married to him for more than ten years, yet I still kept this secret from him. Last life, for more than ten years. He never honestly looked directly at me once. So now, what right does he have to use those eyes to look at me? The more I look at him, the more depressed I feel. I then averted my eyes and looked at the color of other people's tea. The end result was completely unexpected. We won first place. The corners of the lips curled up, unable to be pressed down. I was originally that kind of person. Arrogant, likes to show off and be aggressive. Likes to compete for first place in everything. Even the sincerity of men. I also just want to receive the most sincere and hottest heart. The noble lady also felt extremely honored, smiling on my behalf to ask His Majesty for a reward. His Majesty was also very satisfied, smiled and asked:

"Tell me, what reward do you want?"

I walked to the front of the temple and knelt down.

"Dieu Thu really has two things, I hope your Majesty will fulfill them."

His Majesty waved his sleeve vigorously. I haven't had time to speak yet. He nodded in agreement first. I bowed my head in gratitude first, then remembered my uncle's letter that had just been brought back by a horseman riding day and night a few days ago. This time I slowly, without haste, spoke:

"My uncle has been guarding the border for many years, and an old illness has plagued him. Dieu Thu lost both of his parents when he was young, and for many years he has relied on his uncle and aunt to protect, raise and take care of him."

"Now that the border is peaceful, Dieu Thu dares to ask His Majesty for permission for his uncle to resign and return to the capital to recuperate."

The main hall immediately sank into a piece of silence.