Chapter 11 — That Day of Reconciliation, the God of War Former Husband Resolved Not to Let Go

It seemed that the other person had already guessed my worries, his voice was still calm and unwavering: "Miss, you don't need to worry too much. I will control the horse's speed carefully. In this windy and snowy weather, staying alive is more important. The station is right ahead, only about five miles away, and will arrive very soon." Once the words have been said to this point, if you continue to refuse, it will turn into a mere pretense. “If that's the case... thank you.” I once again expressed my gratitude, under Xuan Dao's support, slowly walked towards his horse. He turned around and dismounted, his movements quick and fluid. When he walked in front of me, his tall body blocked a lot of wind and snow. “Disrespectful.” He spoke in a low voice, then reached out his leather-gloved hand and firmly held my arm. A steady source of strength came, helping me step on the pedals and turn around on the horse. His actions were extremely proper, without any disrespect. Waiting until I sat firmly, he quickly turned around and got on his horse, sitting behind me. His arms wrapped around his sides, firmly holding the reins. It seemed like he was intentionally keeping a small distance from me, but that tall body still created a natural windbreak. “Sit firmly.” His low voice sounded above his head. Under his control, the horse ran forward quickly and steadily. The snowy wind howled, whipping painfully at my face. There was a cold scent on his body, like the incense of cedar mixed with the faint scent of ink, becoming even more obvious in the cold air. Along the way no one said anything. His riding technique is extremely good, even in the middle of wind and snow, he is still unusually steady. Very quickly, the faint yellow light of the station appeared ahead. Arriving in front of the service station door, he dismounted first, then reached out to help me down. The movements are still calm and polite as before. “Thank you for saving my life!” After standing firmly, I immediately bowed and performed a grand ceremony, my tone sincere and earnest. "If it weren't for the help of our benefactors, the three of us masters and servants would have been unable to avoid a disaster tonight." "Dare to ask what the great name of your kindness is? This young lady will definitely repay you in the future." Under the shadow of his snow helmet, he seemed to be looking at me. After a while, he calmly said: "Just helping out, you don't have to take it to heart. The transfer station is here, you can rest assured, there will be someone to handle the carriage for you." Having finished speaking, he did not say anything more, just turned around and gave a few instructions to an entourage behind him, then immediately led the remaining people directly into the service station. His entourage, A Vo and A Van, were indeed extremely agile. They helped Mr. Trieu move all the goods on the cart down - mainly the precious silk - then brought it to the service station to store it carefully, and also arranged for people from the service station to handle the broken carriage. We were arranged in a clean upper room on the second floor of the service station. After everything was settled, I immediately found Yich Thua (the manager of the service station) and asked about the status of that benefactor. However, the remaining fluid was kept secret, only saying that it was a nobleman from the capital, whose identity was inconvenient to reveal. That night, the wind and snow howled fiercely. I lay on the bed in the living room, listening to the sound of the wind outside the window, but in my mind I involuntarily remembered that figure as calm as a mountain in the middle of the snow, and the cold scent of conifers mixed with the faint scent of ink on his body. Water ducks meet each other and help, but do not leave their identities. In this world, there are still good people in the end. After that windy and snowy night, my life once again got back on track. It's just that the plan to open a Tu Ward has officially been brought to the forefront. I gradually realized that relying solely on Van Thuong Cac would still end up with someone else taking the initiative. If you want to truly control your destiny, you must have a career that belongs entirely to yourself. We started taking advantage of our free time to look for suitable premises. In the west of the city, near the Temple of Literature, there is a row of newly built shops. The location is not considered the most prosperous, but wins in tranquility and elegance.