Chapter 20 — Retired on the same day, I turned around and married the Regent

He spoke up. Low voice. Carrying a trace of bitterness that is difficult to detect.

“…Postponed.”

He didn't stop any longer. The figure wearing a mysterious robe carried a cold, murderous aura. Quickly disappeared at the end of the hallway. The autumn wind blows. Wrapped in a few golden cinnamon flower petals. Take a spin. Falling at my feet. In the air. The cool scent of incense still lingered on his body. And the sweet aftertaste of tangerine. I stood still. Quietly looking at the empty yard gate. The wrist he just held. It seemed like there was still warmth left from his palm. It was as if something gently hit me in my heart, a bit empty and a bit bitter. The flames of war in Nam Cuong eventually spread to this newly peaceful land and sky. As soon as Ta Vo Cuu entered the palace, he did not return to the palace for three days and three nights. The atmosphere in the Royal Palace became stuffy and tense again. The conference room in the front yard was lit up all night, the people coming in and out were all armored generals with heavy faces and messengers carrying messages. The air was filled with the breath of an impending storm. The news about Nam Cuong was transmitted to the back yard. It seems that several tribes in the Southern Cuong, which have always been uneasy, without knowing which force secretly supported them, suddenly united, used a lightning strike, and had no time to cover their ears to capture two important military posts on the border! The Prime Minister committed suicide, the army and people suffered serious casualties! The rebels were in an aggressive manner, setting fires, killing, and plundering along the way, heading straight to the major town of Nam Cuong - Van Chau! If Van Chau falls, the Nam Cuong gateway will expand, the consequences are unimaginable! The court was shocked! The war cry rang out high. But the Southern Cuong terrain is complicated, miasma is rife, and the rebels are familiar with the terrain and are brave and good at fighting, so who should they send to quell the rebellion? How to quell the riot? How must food and military supplies be guaranteed? Each difficult problem is presented before our eyes. In the end, the outcome of the session was not at all surprising. The person who can suppress the ferocious tribes in Southern Cuong, who can turn the tide in the midst of the general collapse, is only one person in all the civil and martial arts tyrants - Regent Vuong Ta Vo Cuu. The holy edict was quickly issued: ordering Regent King Ta Vo Cuu to be Nam Chinh Grand Marshal, general governor of all Southern Cuong military affairs, to command Kinh Ky's elite and mobilize soldiers and horses from everywhere, to immediately deploy troops and pacify the rebellion! When the news reached Tinh Ngo Uyen, I was sorting medicinal herbs in the pharmacy. My hands trembled, a handful of dried honeysuckle fell all over the ground. In the end, he... still had to go to the battlefield. There, I saved him once. But this time, the sword light and shadow are even more dangerous, and the life and death battle is even more brutal. My heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, choking me to the point I couldn't breathe. A strange yet sharp panic immediately took over me. The next two days, the Royal Palace turned into a giant military camp. Soldiers and horses mobilized, food and grass gathered, armor clashed, warhorses whinnied. Vo Cuu Cu became a temporary commander, the people coming in and out were all generals wearing armor holding weapons. I tried to suppress the turmoil in my heart and buried myself in the pharmacy room. Nam Cuong has many miasma, swords and arrows have no eyes. There's only so much we can do for him. Medicine pills to avoid obstacles and detoxify, top-notch medicine to treat gold, Ginseng Velvet Tuc Menh Dan used to preserve life... I went through all of my grandfather's handwritten notes and the treasures in the Royal Palace, using the best medicinal herbs I could find, without sleep or rest, to prepare, divide and package. Each pill, each bottle of medicinal powder condenses all my energy and... that unspeakable concern. The night before the departure. The royal palace is brightly lit, but it is enveloped in a tragic and solemn atmosphere. I carried a heavy apricot wood medicine box and went to Vo Cuu Cu. In the study room, he was reviewing the giant map of Nam Cuong for the last time. The dark-colored Prince's robe had been replaced by a cold black armor, reflecting a cold light under the candlelight. He stood leaning towards me, his figure straight as a spear, the line on his chin tight, his body emitting an unparalleled sharp murderous aura like a sword blade about to leave its sheath.

“King.” I called softly.

He heard the sound and turned around. When he saw me, the cold, murderous aura in his eyes seemed to shrink for a moment, tinged with an imperceptible gentleness.

“She's here.” His voice was a bit hoarse, carrying the fatigue that had accumulated over many days.