Chapter 8 — The day my Fiance asked me to marry both Sisters, I became Princess So

The ice lake water of my previous life was so cold. Luckily in this life, someone finally lights a lamp for me. Spring wind blows. The whole begonia tree rustled and lost its wings. Flowers fell on the hem of my dress. Also fell on his sleeve. Flowers bloom on the full moon. (EXTERNAL STORY 1) Three months after the big wedding. Not long after the border had calmed down, Tieu Dien received an order to return to the capital to report on his military duties. This trip only lasts three days. After appearing holy, he will immediately return to the North. Three months at the border, the wind and sand had worn away the corners of his clothes, also covering his face with a bit more coldness. People in the military camp all said that General Tieu spoke less and less, and other than during military training, he almost never stepped out of the camp. Even I don't drink as much alcohol as before. Leaving the palace, he spurred his horse along the main road in the capital. The streets are still as bustling as before. The sounds of sales pitching, laughter, and the sound of horse hooves interwoven into the bustling scene that he was once very familiar with. For some reason, when he reached the end of Truong An street, he unconsciously reined in. Front. It is the So Vuong palace. Tieu Dien gently tightened the reins. He intended to turn around another road. At that moment, the large gate of the So palace slowly opened. A horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of the palace gate. The maid stepped down first. But the first person to step forward was not the maid. It's So Vuong. He wore a dark-colored robe, and his demeanor was still as calm as ever. There are no ostentatious rituals. There were no servants gathered around. He just calmly stood next to the carriage, raising his hand to open the curtain. A white hand gently placed on his palm. Right after that, Tham Tri Y walked down. She was wearing a light blue dress, with a thin cloak draped over her shoulders, clearly having just returned from the temple to pray for blessings. When her feet just touched the ground, So Vuong still hadn't let go. He just quietly helped her stand before slowly withdrawing his hand. There was not a single ostentatious gesture. Like it was just something he always did every day. At that moment, a spring breeze gently blew. On the begonia tree in front of the palace gate, a petal gently fell and landed on Tham Tri Y's hair. She hadn't realized it yet. So Vuong raised his hand and naturally brushed the flower petal away. The movement was so light that I was afraid it would mess up her hair. Then, he quietly asked:

"Are you tired?"

Tham Tri Y curled the corners of her eyes.

"Just going to offer incense once, there's nothing tiring about it."

So Vuong looked at her, the corner of his lips curled slightly.

"It's good not to be tired."

No more words. The two walked side by side into the palace. The distance between them is neither close nor far. Just enough to make others feel reassured just by looking at it. Tieu Dien sat on horseback, quietly watching everything. In that moment, many old stories suddenly appeared in his mind. Three years before the expedition. Every day Tham Tri Y stands in front of the Tieu family's palace gate. One day it was windy. She hugged her thick coat and ran over. I'm afraid he'll be on a cold road. One day he practiced martial arts until late at night. She was still waiting. Just to hand him a bowl of hot soup. One time he had a slight injury on his arm. She stayed up most of the night to change the medicine. When he opened his eyes. The first thing I saw was her eyes, red from lack of sleep. At that time he just thought. Those are all things she should do. She is also his fiancee. But today. Looking at So Vuong just reaching out to brush off a begonia flower petal for her, he suddenly remembered. During those years. He never asked her a question.

"Are you tired?"

For three years, she took care of his mother for him. For three years she endured the gossip. Three years she waited for him to return. He just saw it as obvious. Even when she quietly stood outside the palace gate waiting for him all afternoon just to give her a newly sewn shirt, he just accepted it and turned to leave. Even... He never looked back at her once more. Tieu Dien slowly tightened the reins. Fingertips turn white. For the first time he understood. What Tham Tri Y needs is never status. It has never been the main wife's chair. What she needs... Just someone who truly puts her in the most important place in his heart. A person will remember whether she is cold or not. Tired or not? Happy or not? One person would consider it a matter of course to help her get out of the car. Will gently brush away a petal from her hair. I won't keep her waiting. Those things... Clearly not difficult. Yet for so many years. He has never done it once. The gate of So Palace closed. The silhouettes of the two people gradually disappeared behind the blooming seaweed. Tieu Dien sat still on the horse for a long time. He gently nudged his horse. The handsome horse slowly walked forward. From start to finish. He didn't turn back. But no one knows. That day, outside the gate of So palace, there was a person standing quietly for a long time. Only then did he understand that the person who lost her was never fate, but him.