Chapter 18 — The day he established me, I did not make a fuss, 17 days later, he searched the world looking for me

The effectiveness of snow heart grass can be called a miracle. The medicine bowl converging countless rare medicinal herbs, along with all of Ta Than's hopes, was carefully spooned into Du Van's mouth drop by drop. An hour later. Her fragile, almost inaudible breathing gradually stabilized. His cold limbs also began to show signs of warming up. Half a day later. Her face, as white as paper, finally showed a faint trace of blood. The doctors and doctors were so happy that they burst into tears. They knelt down, turned towards Ta Than, and shouted in unison, Long live.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty has been saved!"

“Your ladyship's pulse has stabilized!”

Ta Than's heart, which was originally hanging above the ten thousand feet abyss, finally slowly descended. He waved his hand, letting everyone leave. His broken arm was temporarily fixed by the doctor using a wooden splint. Wounds on the body can only be treated simply. But he didn't feel pain. All his feelings were tied tightly to the person lying on the bed, who was still asleep. He guarded her. Like the most devout believer, guarding his own god. From day to night. From night to dawn again. During that time, Vuong Duc came in many times, wanting to advise him to rest, wanting to give him news from the capital. They were all forced out by him with just one cold look. There is nothing more important than her. Jiangshan, royal position, world. In the face of her life and death, everything becomes not worth a penny. Early morning on Tuesday. The first rays of sunlight entered the room. The person on the bed, his eyelashes trembled slightly. Ta Than's heart also trembled violently. He held his breath, without blinking, staring at her. Then he saw it. The eyes that he thought he would never see again in his life slowly opened. In the eyes that had just woken up, there was still a look of darkness and emptiness. She looked up at the canopy above her head. Looking around again, the surroundings were unfamiliar. Finally, her eyes stopped on the man next to the bed, whose appearance was haggard, his whole body covered with injuries. Four eyes looked at each other. Time seemed to stop at that moment. Ta Than's voice trembled until he couldn't make a sound. He wanted to laugh, but tears fell first. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but was afraid it was all just a dream that he didn't dare wake up from. Du Van looked at him. Look at the crazy joy in his eyes, and the reserved feeling almost overflowing. She was silent for a long time. So long that Ta Than thought she would be like before, closing her eyes, cutting him off from her world. But she slowly opened her mouth.

“My brooch is broken.”

Her voice was a little hoarse, but very calm. Ta Than was stunned. He didn't understand what she meant. Seeing that he didn't understand, Du Van repeated it again.

“In Hanh Hoa village.”

“The day you broke in, I used the wooden brooch.”

“It's broken.”

Ta Than's heart suddenly sank. Of course he remembers. That brooch, when the secret guard snatched it from her hand. It was also him who, in rage, broke it himself.

"That brooch was hand-carved for me by Thanh Chau."

Du Van looked at him, there was no hatred or resentment in her eyes. There is only a heavy piece of sadness that does not dissolve.

“He said, the wood is in Jiangnan Not as precious as the gold and silver in the palace.”

“But it brings with it the warmth of the sun.”

“He said he would spend his whole life engraving me many, many things, all with that warmth.”

She softly called his name.

“You broke my warmth.”

Ta Than's body trembled violently. He wants to explain. Want to tell her, he can give her more. Gold, jade, lapis lazuli. As long as she wants, he can offer her all the best things in the world. But when he looked into her eyes, they were as calm as a dead puddle. He knew, he shouldn't say it. I know, she doesn't need it. He knelt down on the ground, burying his head, deeply and deeply, into the blanket. Like a child who made a mistake, begging for forgiveness.

“Van Van, sorry.”

“It was me who was wrong, it's all my fault.”

“I give it all back to you.”

“I give you back a Tham Thanh Chau.”

“I give you back a Hanh Hoa village.”

"I don't need anything anymore, I just need you to live."

He cried without a sound. Turn all the regret, pain, and fear of the past few months into tears. Du Van quietly looked at him. Look at the man who was once so noble and noble that no one could compare to him, at this moment, he is humble to the point of dust. In her heart, there was no pleasure. There is also no movement. Only a piece of desolation remained, after everything had burned to ashes.

“It's too late.”

She said softly.

“Thank God, it's all too late.”

"The fire that was extinguished by your own hands can never burn again."

She finished speaking, slowly withdrawing her hand from his trembling fingers.