Chapter 4 — That Day of Reconciliation, the God of War Former Husband Resolved Not to Let Go

The anger in his chest was almost about to explode out, the pressure belonging to the god of war caused the temperature in the entire study room to drop a few points. But in the end, that overwhelming rage bit by bit was frozen, forced down under my cold, determined eyes, leaving no way for me to retreat. He saw the dead silence in my eyes. That is not anger, nor is it a desire to hold on to poverty, but real ashes after the mind has been completely numb, a determination to completely cut off the past. His tall body shook slightly, as if all his strength had been drained away, and his whole person collapsed and fell back into his chair. He stared fiercely at that peace book, as if he wanted to burn it with his eyes. Time passes little by little. The coal in the pot was almost about to burn out, and the coldness in the study room gradually spread. Finally, as if he had used up all the strength in his body, he extremely slowly picked up the pen again. The tip of the pen stopped above the position leaving the words "Hoac Quyet", suspended in mid-air, trembling slightly. He raised his head and looked at me one last time. That look was extremely complex, showing unwillingness, anger, humiliation from being offended, even... there was a trace of panic and... holding back that was hidden so deeply that even he himself had never realized. “So Chieu.” His voice was hoarse, carrying the last hint of struggle. "Leaving the general's palace, where else could a weak woman like you go? Her mother's house..." "No need to bother the general." I interrupted him, my tone was so distant that it was like talking to a stranger. "Heaven and earth are so vast, naturally there will be a place to accommodate me, So Chieu. As long as... without you." Those last few words were like the last straw that crushed the camel. The last light in Hoac Quyet's eyes completely disappeared. He suddenly lowered his head, almost with a kind of cruel self-destruction, fiercely signing his name on the peace book. The sharp and strong pen strokes penetrated the paper with such force that it almost tore the entire sheet of paper. With the last stroke, he seemed to have been drained of all his energy. He collapsed and threw the pen to the ground, making a crisp sound. "Fuck off." He closed his eyes and squeezed out a word from between his teeth, his voice tired and hoarse. I won't look at that broken pen one more time, nor will I look at the man who seemed to have grown much older in just that moment. I stepped forward, carefully picked up the book of peace and the ink seemed to have dried, gently blew on it a few times, then folded it in half, then doubled it again, very respectfully placing it in my chest, close to my heart. The place that once caused chaos because of him, now only remains cold. “Thank you, general, for your success.” I bowed my head slightly and performed an impeccable ceremony, as dignified as the first time we met, but with the meaning of farewell. Then, I turned around, straightened my back, and walked step by step towards the study door. Never looked back. When the heavy carved wooden door was pushed open, the cold air of the winter afternoon immediately rushed in front of us, bringing with it a chill of freedom. My maid, Xuan Dao, was waiting impatiently in the hallway, at her feet were two simple bags of luggage that had been packed early. As soon as she saw me step out, she immediately stepped forward to greet me, her eyes red, but still trying to force a smile: "Miss..." "Are you all done cleaning?" I asked. "Yes! As per the lady's instructions, only bring things that belong to us!" Xuan Dao nodded vigorously, with undisguised concern in her eyes. “Miss, we…” “Let's go.” I interrupted her, my voice was calm but carried a strength that did not allow for doubt. “Leave this place.” Xuan Dao didn't ask any more questions, immediately picked up his luggage and followed me closely. The master and servant two walked along the familiar hallway in the general's palace, towards the large painted gate that symbolized freedom and bondage. The footsteps were light, but extremely heavy. Every scene in the past three years is like a lantern appearing in my head.