Chapter 30 — The day my mother wanted to reconcile, I tore up her letter of reconciliation

Because I am a royal daughter, staying in the palace sooner or later will become an obstacle. It's better to push it far away, it's best to die outside, neat and clean. Why was Lieu Nhu Nuong able to stay outside and raise a child in peace for seven years? Because she was never just an exterior raised by the Duke. She is a nail, deliberately re-inserted. Wait until Bui Triet dies, that nail will pierce straight into the family tree, disciples and ancestors of the Bui family. Everything, now it's clear. It turned out that from the beginning, what they wanted to clean up was the main vein. What they want to promote is a fake heir who is "pure, immature, and uncontroversial". But Lieu Nhu Nuong was just the hand that held that child through the door for them. What happens next is no longer something we can end with our own hands. Ta Hanh confiscated all witnesses and evidence on the night of his entrance into the palace. The next day, the palace immediately became windy. Concubine Vinh was suddenly detained, the reason being "her grandmother is very strict, her speech and actions are not correct". The royal family, who had a close relationship with her mother's family, was also harassed before the court by the royal court, forcing him to collude with the former border army, intending to borrow the reputation of the prince for personal gain. The Emperor did not make a fuss, but each decree was successively lowered, which was enough to clearly state his attitude. The behind-the-scenes and external arrangements are not fully transmitted. I only know that Concubine Vinh quickly fell out of favor and her family was demoted and tortured; The prince was also stripped of part of his authority, and his old subordinates were almost completely disbanded. The Bui family's line was finally cut off at this point. The day the dust settled, the sky was very clear. The late spring breeze blew through the hallway, bringing with it a bit of warmth, completely different from the cold, gloomy days of the previous days. Mrs. Tham sat by the window, looking at the letter announcing her fate that had just been given, and didn't say anything for a long time. The four words "National Duke's wife" on it finally fell into her hands with dignity. After watching, she raised her hand to wipe the corner of her eyes, her expression a bit panicked.

“I just feel,” she said softly, “like I just had a very long dream.”

“It's not a dream.” I smiled softly, "we have endured it."

Bui Phu's old books are finally almost complete. The administrators who needed to be changed have been changed, the servants who needed to be sold have been sold. The second room went through this battle and no longer dared to show their hands openly. Although the old lady was still alive, she was seriously ill and no longer had the strength to manage the house. On Bui Van Chi's side, I also silently helped her break away from that bad marriage, giving her a path to be able to stand on her own. Like a tangled ball of thread that has been tangled for many years, and finally, little by little, it is unraveled and severed. As for Ta Hanh. He came once, still at sunset, and the wind blew the bronze bell under the eaves gently.

“If it weren't for you, this situation might not have been closed.”

"If you don't dare to bet, I can't take it back." he replied.

I looked at him and suddenly asked:

“Now that everything is over, is there anything else Sir Ta wants to say?”

He was silent for a moment, rarely without beating around the bush.

“There's something I want to say.”

“But don't force her to answer now.”

The afternoon wind blew his sleeves, making the familiar cold air on his body seem to ease a bit. He looked at me, his voice very calm:

“I wait until the day you volunteer.”

After speaking, he turned around and left. Don't force a wedding, don't take the opportunity to ask for love, just leave a sentence like that, on the contrary making it even more impossible for people to pretend they've never heard it. I stood in the hallway, watching him walk away, and after a long time, I bowed my head and smiled softly. Late at night, I alone took out the book to record the dead. The book of death follows me through life and death after life and death. Now the pages are old, the edges are slightly curved, as if all the force has been exhausted. I turned to the page where my name was written, the handwriting on it had faded a lot, as if something was slowly erasing it. I looked for a long time and finally took out the fire extractor. As the flame licked the corner of the paper, it first curled up, then gradually blackened, and finally turned into ash little by little. The notebook burned in my hand very quickly, as if those blood-stained names had never been written, nor had anyone else written the path to death. But we know, it was written before. It's just been written, it's not necessarily a number. The ash fell into the copper pot, making a sound so soft it was almost inaudible. Outside the window, the moonlight was bright and clear, covering the ground like a thin layer of dew. I looked at that little bit of fire, and my heart suddenly felt lighter than ever before. Before, I always thought, if destiny really has a destiny, life goes through a cycle, can we avoid it or not? But now we know — that's not the case. Fate can be written by others. You can also edit it yourself. I brushed away the last bit of ashes and said softly:

“If fate is written by someone, I will definitely change it.”

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