Chapter 7 — Reincarnated into the Kim Minh Tri Association, I will no longer marry Poinsettia Lang

I really want to live well. Live a life without Luc Ba Minh. Find a soulmate. Lifetime love. But yesterday, after hearing what Luc Ba Minh said. We must admit. Hinh Tranh's future is extremely open. As for the Ta family behind us, it has long stood at the head of the storm, only retaining a bit of superficial glory. We shouldn't drag him into that vortex. Suddenly there was some noise in front, Hinh Tranh and I stood up at the same time. I gently brushed away the ash and dust clinging to my dress.

"Thank you for your help today, sir."

"No need to be polite, no need to be polite. That's what I should do."

"Nothing in this world is taken for granted. Anyway, I still have to thank you, sir."

I closed the hem of my shirt and bowed to pay my respects. A look of confusion flashed across Hinh Tranh's face. I turned around and walked towards the front of the porridge distribution tent, intending to see what had happened. Instinctively, Hinh Tranh reached out to grab my sleeve, but because he was afraid of male and female formalities, his fingers stiffened in mid-air, like a withered tree branch. I pretended not to see and walked a few steps faster. From behind came Hinh Tranh's hoarse, dry voice.

"Thank you, miss."

I don't turn back. Until he saw Luc Ba Minh standing in front of the tent handing out porridge. My chest felt like an invisible hand was squeezing my heart, strangling it to the point of pain, making it almost impossible to breathe.

"Thank you, miss."

My eyes suddenly went dark, my mind was dizzy. A pair of strong arms supported my body, helping me sit down on the low stool next to it. Waiting until my vision gradually became clearer, I saw that the person next to me was Tong Ngu Nuong. Hinh Tranh and Luc Ba Minh stood not too far away, quietly watching, leaving Tong Ngu Nuong to take care of me. I asked her softly:

"Why did you come here?"

"The travel document has been completed. I'm about to leave the capital, so I came here to say goodbye to you."

"Moreover, I've always wanted to personally thank you, but I can't find you anywhere."

"Brother Luc told me that you were here. I was just going to try my luck. I didn't expect that he really wasn't wrong."

I took a deep breath to stabilize my mind, then raised my eyes and glanced at Luc Ba Minh. He was also quietly looking at me. The two people's eyes kept touching each other, not deviating at all. The panic in our hearts has nowhere to hide. I always felt like he saw through everything. I just had to change my mind and turn to say to Tong Ngu Nuong:

"When will you leave?"

"Big brother Luc helped me find a group of merchant ships leaving the capital. They will depart this afternoon."

I raised my hand to touch my side, only to find it empty. Today, when I go to worship, I dress simply and do not wear any jade pendants. So I took off the jade that was hanging on the red string around my neck, and without waiting for Tong Ngu Nuong to refuse, I put it directly into her hand.

"I miss your hometown in Van Chau. I have a cousin who married there. This jade is something I've worn since childhood, she recognizes it. I will also write another letter later. If you encounter anything, just come and find my aunt."

Tong Ngu Nuong is not a polite or strict person. She knew that this token was really useful to her, so she was straightforward honestly accept it.

"Miss Ta's great kindness, Ngu Nuong will remember for the rest of her life. If there is a place that needs me in the future, whether I go to the mountain of swords or go down to the sea of fire, I will definitely not refuse."

"You're talking too much."

Song Ngu Nuong kept the jade carefully, then solemnly bowed to me.

"Thank you, miss, take care."

After speaking, she turned and left. Luc Ba Minh stood next to her, also clasping his hands to say goodbye. I just tilted my head to one side, not looking at him at all. Wait for the two to leave. Hinh Tranh just walked in. He took out a package of oil paper from his sleeve, then bent one knee and squatted in front of me, carefully opening the oil paper as if he were offering a treasure. Inside are pieces of fruit jam covered with sugar of all shades, extremely eye-catching colors. I happily exclaimed:

"Sugar lychee jam!"

His Majesty does not like wasteful luxuries, so in the palace it is very rare to enjoy fresh fabrics. Before, I had eaten lychee at the Royal Concubine's place once. As soon as I tasted it, I was surprised as if I had encountered a rare delicacy, and from then on I fell in love with the taste.