Chapter 4 — The Fifth Year After Reconciliation

Because the prankster is afraid of the aggressive person, and the aggressive person is afraid of the person who doesn't care about life or death. In the next second, I pulled out my sword and placed it directly on his neck. I said, today either he writes a letter of reconciliation, or I behead him as promised - at most, one life for one life. My father once taught me that even if a person dies, he cannot let others cut off his bones. That's why in the past he was able to lead dozens of veteran soldiers to die defending the border, and until the end of his life, he never knelt down to beg for a word. Today, Tham Nam Tinh insulted me, I absolutely cannot let him break my character. At first he thought I was just threatening. It wasn't until blood trickled down his neck that he truly panicked. After writing the letter of separation with trembling hands, he cursed me fiercely:

“Crazy woman!”

And I just replied leisurely:

“If you dare say one more word, I will rip out your tongue.”

Looking at his pale face and trembling hands and feet, I finally smiled cheerfully.

"That's right, weak, weak, only knows how to look at the times and turn around..." "That is... Tham Nam Tinh!"

When I left the temple, I thought clearly. From now on, the Tham family will walk on the Tham family's path, I will walk on my own. The next day, I immediately boarded a boat to go south to relieve my sadness. Unexpectedly, that trip would turn into five years of separation. 6. Before going to bed, I carefully washed Thien Phuc's feet. After washing, I pinched his cheek and poked his fat chin. My hand was cold, just touching the chin made it scream as if it had been cut off, making the little sister next to me laugh "huh huh" non-stop.

"You smile just like a piglet! From now on, call me Boi Ky!"

Hearing that, I also laughed. These two children are really like their father, their minds are full of strange and funny thoughts. I said: "You said it doesn't count, you have to wait for your father to come home." "My mother gave me my name, of course my sister's name must be chosen by her father." My current general, Mo Hac, has a lively personality, completely different from ordinary men. In other people's homes, the names of children are decided by men. And he said, the child was born from my womb, so the name should be up to me. A few days ago, he sent a carrier pigeon, writing that it was not easy for me to give birth to a daughter, and the child's name should be given by me. He knows many things, but has never used his intelligence to humiliate me. What he likes most is to use his intelligence to think of new tricks and make me happy. With him, my mood gradually becomes more relaxed and bright. It's just a pity that right now, he is not with me... Because I have to find an important shipment, my general will arrive in the capital a few days later. Wait a little longer and our whole family will be reunited again.

7

Since I returned, Tham Nam Tinh has been clinging like an unjust soul and not letting go. An old maid came to me and said that three days after my separation, Tham Nam Tinh sent someone to my door to meet me. At that time, my mother ordered someone to carry a broom and sweep the Tham family out of the palace. On the seventh day, Tham Nam Tinh himself came to see his mother. He said he was suddenly confused and forgot his feelings for me. Now that I have repented, I no longer think about getting married, I only hope that my mother will advise me to return. But at that time, I was on a boat going south. Tham Nam Tinh immediately said that when I return to the capital, he will personally come to pick me up. Who would have thought? Not long after, news came that we were in trouble on the river and lost our lives in the rushing water. When Tham Nam Tinh heard what happened, he went crazy and rushed straight into my palace, destroying the spiritual hall that my mother built for me. No one expected that a weak writer like him could in just one breath overturn a coffin placed in the middle of the street. Another nanny from the past came to tell me that Tham Nam Tinh then knelt down a thousand steps, all the way to Binh An Pagoda, praying for my return to safety. To this day, he has never remarried. Just every year, before the Qingming Festival, they come to my grave and sit in a daze for several days. But when I heard this, my heart didn't waver at all, it just felt like an old story. After many years of being husband and wife, I finally understand what my father said in the past. Tham Nam Tinh is a person who is good at seeing the times. He knows that my father sacrificed his life for the country and was highly respected by the Saint. I am my father's only daughter. If I really died because of him, why didn't the Saint make him pay for his life to appease his anger? As long as he pretends to be a little more affectionate, the world will forgive him on my behalf - how can he count on such a loss? As for Tham Lan's hat ceremony, I won't go. Because five years ago, I made up my mind: a bridge is a bridge, a road is a road, no longer the same path.