Chapter 6 — The day I was left behind in the abandoned temple, the Princess kicked in the door to welcome me home

Looking at him coldly. Looking at the father I had tried to please for eighteen years. I smiled slightly at him. A very slight smile. But we see it very clearly. Indignation on his face. In that moment. Turns into horror. Turns into fear. Like he finally realized. There are a few things. Once lost. Will never get it back again. Outside the Hau palace. A giant horse-drawn carriage was quietly parked there. The entire car body is made from black iron. Under the dim light of a rainy day. Emitting a cold and majestic aura. Eight black horses pull the cart. Each child is exceptionally handsome. The car's body is also engraved with complex and ancient totems. Just mystical. Also noble. That is majesty. It's the atmosphere. Is power. It's something we've never seen since we were kids. Giang Van carried me onto the carriage. The car curtains slowly fell. Block out all the screaming, cursing and chaos behind. Separate all the humiliation and suffering of the past eighteen years. The wheel begins to move. Slowly roll away. I leaned against the soft pillow inside the car. Listen to the sound of rain falling outside. The sound of raindrops. The sound of wheels grinding across the ground. The sound of horse hooves echoed in the distance. I closed my eyes. An unprecedented feeling suddenly arose in my heart. Tham Chieu Ninh. Been reborn. It was very warm inside the carriage. Not the forced warmth of a brazier. It's the warmth that makes people truly relax. There was also a sedative incense burning in the car. Faint scent. Not too strong. But it makes people's minds gradually calm down. My feet have been carefully treated. Bandage neatly. Place on a soft cushion specifically used for convalescence. Next to it, add a few layers of soft pillows. On the small table next to it. Order a cup of hot ginger tea. The heat continued to rise. Giang Van sat opposite me. Hands down. Dignified posture. From start to finish there was almost no movement at all. Like a statue cast in steel. A loyal and trustworthy statue. I picked up a cup of ginger tea. Take a small sip. The mild spicy taste spreads on the tip of the tongue. Then the heat slowly spread down the throat. Then spread to the stomach. Finally diffuses throughout the body. Dispel little by little the cold that is accumulating in the body. I gently squeezed the teacup in my hand. Finally asked the question that had weighed heavily on my heart for so many years.

“My mother…”

“What kind of person is he?”

That is the biggest doubt. It is also the question that torments me the most. From small to large. Every time we ask. My parents only said that my mother was the daughter of a businessman. Other than that. There's nothing left. But now. All are fake. Giang Van raised her head to look at me. Her eyes were a bit complicated. A bit emotional again.

“Young master.”

“Those words…”

“It would still be better for Her Royal Highness the Princess to personally tell you.”

She did not answer. I won't continue to ask. Because I know. There are secrets that have been buried for eighteen years. No need to be impatient in this moment. The carriage continued to move forward. Runs extremely steady. Almost did not feel any jolts. Don't know how much time has passed. The carriage finally slowly stopped. The coachman's voice came from outside.

“Arrived Already."

The car curtains are raised. We look outside. The first thing that catches our eye is not a splendid golden palace. It's not the luxurious princess palace we imagined. It's a giant manor house. Solemn. Carrying an iron and blood aura. Just like a military camp. On the sign in front of the gate. Two large words were written with powerful pen like a flying dragon and phoenix dancing.

“Huyen Giap.”

I was slightly stunned. This place is not Princess An Binh Truong's palace. This place is the headquarters of the Huyen Giap Army. Someone helped me get out of the car. Then sit on a prepared soft palanquin. The soft palanquin penetrates each layer of defense. Passing through each team of soldiers guarding. Finally stopped in front of a brightly lit hall. Inside the main hall. A woman wearing a gorgeous palace costume was standing with her back turned to me. Noble temperament. Carrying the majesty of someone who has been in a high position for a long time. She is looking at a painting hanging on the wall.