Chapter 6 — The day he established me, I did not make a fuss, 17 days later, he searched the world looking for me

Hanh Hoa village. Beauty like a fairy. All clues point to one possibility. He pushed hard on the horse's belly and rushed straight towards the other village. The night wind howled in my ears. His heart was beating so fast it felt like it was about to break his chest. Very quickly, he saw that small village. I also saw the house at the beginning of the village, with warm, flickering lights. It was a very ordinary farmer's house, surrounded by a bamboo fence outside. In the yard, there seem to be a few bushes of flowers and grass planted. Ta Than pulled the reins and stopped under a large tree not far away. He got off his horse, step by step, quietly approaching. He hid in the darkness, looking towards the window that was shining with pale yellow light. On the door paper, two shadows appeared. One male and one female. The man sat, seemingly reading a book. The female figure moved in the room, as if packing things. Then, she walked behind the man. She bent down, from behind, gently hugged him. Her head, resting on his shoulder. Two silhouettes, intimately overlapping each other. The blood in Ta Than's body, in that moment, completely froze. Even though I couldn't see his face clearly. But that figure. The figure he missed and searched for until he was crazy. He absolutely did not admit mistakes. It's her. He found her. I also saw with my own eyes how she belonged to another man. A wave of anger and despair enough to destroy heaven and earth, instantly devoured all of his reason. He no longer feels cold. Can't feel pain anymore. He just felt that his world, in front of that warm light, had completely collapsed. Ta Than's world, in that moment, collapsed loudly. The blood threads in his eyes, strand by strand, seemed to burst. The thread of reason also suddenly broke. He didn't even have time to think. The body reacts before consciousness. He suddenly lifted his foot and fiercely kicked straight into that fragile bamboo door. A loud echo tore through the quiet night of Hanh Hoa village. The wooden door crumbled. Debris flew everywhere. The candlelight in the house wavered violently. The two intimate shadows on the window also separated in the blink of an eye. In the room, a woman's exclamation rang out, along with a man's calm questioning voice. Ta Than stepped on the mess and walked inside. Behind him, dark guards rushed in like ghosts, instantly controlling the entire courtyard. The scene in the room clearly appeared before his eyes. Just as he imagined. Simple, even somewhat sketchy. A square table, two bamboo chairs. There was still a pot of crude tea on the table. In the corner of the wall is a bookshelf, filled with old, yellowed books. In the air, there was a faint smell of ink, along with... the aroma of food. It was something he had never smelled in the palace, a smell that belonged to the human world. A young man wearing a blue cloth shirt was protecting Du Van's back. That man had a handsome appearance, gentle eyebrows, and a scholarly temperament. It was the elegant gentleman that shopkeeper Cam Tu Cac once talked about. At this moment, his face was full of caution and vigilance, staring intently at Ta Than rushing in. And behind him, is Du Van. She wore the simplest rough fabric dress. Long hair loosely tied, using only a wooden brooch to hold it in place. There is no makeup on the face. But even so, it still couldn't cover up her dazzling, dazzling beauty. She became thinner Already. Compared to when he was in the palace, he is much thinner. The chin became more pointed, making those eyes become even more shockingly large. She looked at him. Eyes that he had drawn in his dreams thousands of times. No panic, no fear. There wasn't even the slightest surprise. It's like, she already knew he would come. Those eyes were still as calm as the day after the great ceremony. Calm like a deep ancient well with no bottom. That silence made Ta Than's palms colder than any frantic questioning. He opened his mouth, his voice so hoarse it was almost soundless. He wanted to ask her. Why would she rather stay here, following a man who has nothing? He wanted to ask her. Has she forgotten the five years of his affection? Forget the swing he built himself, forget the strange treasures that told him to search for her? But when the words reached my mouth, they turned into a sentence.

“Follow me back.”

Carrying royal majesty that does not allow refusal. Du Van hasn't spoken yet. The man standing in front of her frowned slightly. Although he did not know the identities of the people in front of him. But the word "tra" says it all clearly. He took a step forward, shielding Du Van even tighter.

"Who are you? Why did you rush into the villagers late at night?"

His voice was neither arrogant nor flattering. Ta Than's eyes finally moved from Du Van's body to his face. Those eyes were cold to the bone, as deep as an ice abyss, containing murderous intent as sharp as a knife.