Chapter 5 — Reincarnated into the Kim Minh Tri Association, I will no longer marry Poinsettia Lang

My heart suddenly tightened. At this point, Tong Ngu Nuong also realized something was wrong.

"So brother, brother..."

Luc Ba Minh calmly replied:

"Nothing, let's go."

But Tong Ngu Nuong still refused to give up, her voice became serious, continuing to ask:

"So brother, you still haven't said what you were laughing about just now."

Luc Ba Minh smiled softly.

"I just didn't expect that a family like the Ta family, who was honored by their maternal status, could also raise such a pure-hearted Miss Ta."

In his previous life, Luc Ba Minh always looked down on the Ta family, thinking that they relied on the Noble Concubine to gradually become successful. To this day, when I hear him mention the words "my grandmother loves and is glorified", I still can't help but feel the pain in my heart.

"I still think so, brother..."

Tong Ngu Nuong breathed a sigh of relief.

"Looking at the current situation, Miss Ta must already have someone in her heart. I think it won't be long before I hear good news."

"Doubt."

Luc Ba Minh pondered for a moment then slowly said:

"The Ta family guards an important border area. Hinh Nhi Lang's elder brother is the Palace Commander. He has an old injury and will soon retire to a leisurely position, then let his younger brother take over that position. His Majesty will absolutely not allow the two families to become close friends. Previously, at Bao Tan Tower, His Majesty had never agreed to this."

"If Hinh Nhi Lang wants to marry Miss Ta, then he has to give up his own future."

"This matter is not just his matter. It also depends on whether the Hinh family agrees or not."

"That's why I said, this may not work."

Luc Ba Minh's tone was extremely certain. The voices of the two people gradually disappeared. I stood frozen in place, my whole body covered in cold sweat. In this life, Luc Ba Minh has only just stepped into officialdom. How could he understand these things so clearly? Unless he, like me, has been resurrected again. On the outskirts of the city, Thuong Thanh Pagoda. There are not many pilgrims, but the incense smoke has never stopped. His Majesty is devout and the people also follow suit, so the incense and smoke here is far inferior to the temples in the city. Furthermore, Thuong Thanh Pagoda was originally built by Emperor Thai To to worship the heroic spirits of the soldiers who followed him to life and death on the battlefield. Later, the door was opened for people to come in and worship, and a rumor gradually spread. Every time children cry at night, parents will scare them:

"If you don't behave anymore, I will throw you to Thuong Thanh Pagoda."

Over time, that "reputation" spread everywhere, and ordinary people feared it and stayed away. But it wasn't like there were no people coming at all. Spring in the mountains is warm and gentle. Hinh Tranh and I walked side by side. Spring in the mountains always comes a beat slower than usual. But it also makes up for the spring that we missed. Last night, in the Ta family's palace, a carrier pigeon suddenly flew in and lost its way. The servant took off the mail tube and brought it to me. Unexpectedly, it was a letter sent by Hinh Tranh by pigeon. In the letter, he asked me what breakfast I like to have in the morning. Early this morning, he personally brought the business card to the Ta family's residence in the north of the city, and also brought all kinds of famous breakfast cakes in the south of the city. A box containing five food The floors were laid out on the table, to the point where the breakfast that the chef in the palace prepared for me had no place left to display. The dishes I've said I like, the dishes I've never mentioned, individually, add up to more than ten types. Looking at that whole table of food, what rose in my heart before joy was a self-pity that was hard to put into words. The lychee jelly doesn't contain real lychees, so there's no need for a concubine to smile because a horseman galloping thousands of miles brings fresh lychees. In folk culture, a bowl is only worth twenty coins, a cool dish that even ordinary people can afford. Yet just because of that bowl of cold water, I was once mocked and ridiculed by Luc Ba Minh. And now, there is another person who wants me to eat a delicious breakfast and is spending so much effort.

"What if I don't eat it all?"

"I deliberately didn't eat breakfast. Whatever Miss Ta can't finish, just let me eat. I eat well."

Just like the first time they met, Hinh Tranh scratched his head and was confused, not knowing where to put his hands and feet. It wasn't until I pulled him to sit down to eat...