Chapter 5 — The General's Blind Eyes Mistakenly Recognized the Widow's Door

Hoac Truong Uyen heard the sound of horse hooves and excitedly pushed open a crack in the door.

"Deputy General Ly! Brother Ly!" He called out with a trembling voice.

The deputy general Ly reined in his horse and turned his head to look at the thin, emaciated man smelling of alcohol in the crack in the door. There was no pity in Deputy General Ly's eyes, only contempt and deep disappointment. He didn't get off his horse, he didn't even come close.

“Huo Truong Uyen, I have received your letter.” Deputy General Ly's voice was as cold as steel.

“But from now on, don't send letters to my palace anymore, I'm afraid it will dirty the Ly family's door.”

Hoac Truong Uyen seemed to be struck by lightning, his hands tightly grasping the door frame:

“Brother Ly, that year we fought side by side among the dead!”

“Shut up!”

Deputy General Ly shouted and interrupted him.

"The person that Ly is friends with is an iron-clad man, not the kind of shameless guy that even a newly widowed nanny can sleep with!"

“The martial general's seals and bones were all lost by you alone!”

"Now that I'm on the road, just mentioning that I worked under you makes the civil servants laugh at me the whole time!"

"You still have the face to mention fighting together? You don't deserve to mention the Northern Cuong military flag!"

Having finished speaking, Deputy General Ly fiercely spat on the ground, waved his whip and spurred his horse to gallop away without looking back. The dazzling white snow covering the ground and the spittle carrying contempt completely crushed Huo Truong Uyen's last bit of dignity. He collapsed behind the closed door, clutching his face and screaming in despair like a wild animal. He finally understood that what he lost was never just the power in his hands. But his identity and noble position once made him hold his head up proudly in the capital. From that moment, he was completely abandoned by the entire noble family and the ranks of martial generals. The years are like a dull blade cutting flesh, day by day eroding Hoac Truong Uyen's will. In endless regret, he began to frantically recall the night that ruined his entire life. Every time the night was quiet, he was startled awake from nightmares. The person he dreamed of was not Nanny Vuong's flattering face, but me. Before the main wife could even close the room, he was forced to leave by his own hand. He began to remember my appearance that day when I was sitting on the bed, looking down from above, calm to the extreme. He finally realized how terrifying the mind and tricks of the daughter who was personally raised by her father. I'm not like normal good-natured women, whenever something happens, they cry and riot and demand to be hanged. I only used the coldest logic, using strict etiquette that no one could refute, which was enough to force him step by step to fall into the abyss of thousands of lives, forever unable to raise his head.

“If… if I hadn't gone to the guest room that night.”

“If I can hold back those dirty thoughts, I will first go to the main room to lift her red veil.”

“With my appearance and my means, you will definitely love me wholeheartedly.”

"As long as you love me, as long as you give birth to my children, in the future, if I want to favor anyone in this house, don't I just need one word from me?"

“Why am I so stupid! Because Why do you have to leave such a big weakness on the big wedding night?

Hoac Truong Uyen frantically broke the last remaining crockery bowls in the ruined room, grabbed his hair with both hands, and fiercely banged his head against the wall. He regrets it! Regret so much that my liver and intestines are broken, regret that my internal organs feel like they're on fire! But what he regrets is not his corrupt morality, but regrets that he did not disguise himself well enough, regrets that he underestimated the methods of the golden writer god. That kind of calculated regret made him become more and more crazy in this ruined general's palace. In complete contrast to the gloomy and gloomy atmosphere of Hoac Palace, during that year, the capital's Palace was a vibrant and prosperous scene. After we separated and returned home, my father did not consider me a disgrace to the family, on the contrary, he protected me everywhere.