Chapter 6 — The General's Blind Eyes Mistakenly Recognized the Widow's Door

Not only was my reputation not damaged, but on the contrary, I also gained the reputation of "noble and decisive, not inferior to men" in the capital. Even though they were separated, there were still many noble men who secretly inquired about their father, wanting to conclude this marriage. But we never wavered, until the spring of that year. Bui Canh Chi, the newly crowned valedictorian, rides a horse around the city, with limitless glory. He came from the Jiang Ta family, his ancestors for three generations were all famous gods, he was truly a gentleman, as humble and gentle as jade, bright and beautiful. After the Quynh Lam banquet, he did not linger among the flower bushes, but brought a posthumous greeting and personally went to the capital's palace. He did not come to visit his teacher. He came to ask for favor. I still remember that day, from behind a screen I heard what he said to his father.

"Junior Canh Chi has long admired Miss Tham's noble character."

"She was able to escape from the mud, showing her strong mind; being able to completely abandon that unbearable husband, showing her noble conduct."

"If I can marry Miss Tham as my wife, Canh Chi will definitely cherish her like a treasure. I will never accept two colors in this life, and I will absolutely not let her suffer any more wrongs."

His father was touched by his sincerity and valued his dignity even more, so he agreed to this marriage. Bui Canh Chi also fulfilled his promise. Receiving status, asking for names, recharging auspiciousness, recharging, and asking for permission. Three books and six rituals, he personally took care of every single thing, from big to small, there was not a single thing that was not meticulously completed. What he brought was not strange, cold and senseless treasures, but rare ancient copies that he copied with his own hands, and famous orchid varieties that he personally brought back from Giang Ta. He used the utmost romance and respect that belongs to the literati, little by little to ease the last caution in my heart towards marriage. Suddenly it was the beginning of winter next year. It was still the season of heavy snow flying in the sky, but the capital was completely boiling because of a solemn wedding. Thien Kim's father remarried the new faculty member Poinsettia Lang. This time, the ten miles of red pageantry was even more magnificent and dazzling than the previous time. I wore a bright red phoenix mandarin, sitting neatly in a palanquin carried by eight people. On both sides of the road were the sounds of blessings and exclamations from the people of the capital. No one cared that I was the one who remarried, everyone said that this was a match made in heaven, a perfect match for a beautiful and talented man. The palanquin stops in front of the Poinsettia Palace. The palanquin curtain was lifted, and what caught my eye was a long, white, slender hand with clear joints. Bui Canh Chi was dressed in a bright red outfit, with a gentle smile between his eyelashes, just like that, standing quietly in the middle of the snow waiting for me. He did not use the red silk ribbon to lead me, but directly extended his hand towards me.

"Nam Kieu, it's windy and snowy outside, let me help you."

His voice was as gentle as spring water, carrying a kind of strength that made people feel at ease. I placed my hand in his palm, feeling the warmth and steadfastness that belonged to a gentleman. Step over the coal pot, worship heaven and earth. Under the witness of a full reception hall, Bui Canh Chi and I completed the entire ceremony. That night, moving flower room. In the swaying red candlelight, Bui Canh Chi used a joy scale to gently lift my red veil. His eyes reflected my image, full of respect and wonder. He wasn't like the type of martial artist who was eager to rush forward, but first gave me a cup of still warm wine.

"Nam Kieu, from now on, our husband and wife are one body, honor and shame shared."

He took my hand and respectfully placed a kiss on my fingertips. No calculations, no lies, just the purest love and respect. This is the true style of the famous sect. This is the real punishment. Early the next morning, Bui Canh Chi held my hand and took me to see his mother.