Chapter 7 — The General's Blind Eyes Mistakenly Recognized the Widow's Door

Mother Bui is an extremely gentle Giang Nam woman. She pulled my hand and gave me the Bui family's heirloom jade bracelet, her eyes full of love. In the afternoon, Bui Canh Chi said he wanted to take me to the largest library in the capital to pick up some pens, ink, and paper that I liked. The horse-drawn carriage drove on the busy school, Bui Canh Chi from beginning to end held me in his arms to protect me, helping me block the cold wind from blowing in from the car window. But this time, at the other end of the chewing field. Hoac Truong Uyen was carrying a jar of cheap wine that he had just bought, walking unsteadily through the crowd. Because he had a happy meeting with the royal family, his detention was lifted, and he finally walked out of that dilapidated prison-like mansion. But he was still wearing that old faded robe that had been washed until it was patchy and pale white. His hair was haphazardly tied into a bun with a wooden hairpin, his beard was scraggly, and he appeared haggard, lacking half of the heroic spirit of the old major general. People who passed by saw him and covered their noses to avoid him as if avoiding a cold spirit. At that moment, there was a commotion in front of the school.

"Quickly look! It's the carriage of Poinsettia Lang and Madame Poinsettia!"

“What a talented boy and a beautiful girl, a match made in heaven!”

Hoac Truong Uyen's whole body stiffened, as if struck by lightning, standing there dumbfounded. He instinctively raised his head, looking through the gap between the crowd towards that magnificent carriage. The cold wind blew the curtains on the car window. He saw the scene inside very clearly. I leaned on Bui Canh Chi's shoulder, holding a book in my hand, smiling and saying something to him. Bui Canh Chi's eyes looked at me with endless pampering and gentleness, and he also carefully helped me adjust the collar of my large cloak. My face is rosy and fresh, my eyebrows and eyes are relaxed, that is the relaxation and radiance that can only be achieved when being truly loved and respected. That kind of charisma is something that Hoac Truong Uyen has never seen on any woman. That was a peerless treasure that he could easily touch, but was pushed into another man's arms by his own hand. A cold wind roared across, sweeping away the snow foam on the ground. Hoac Truong Uyen stood in a dark corner at the beginning of the street, staring intently at the carriage that was gradually going away. Jealousy, regret, humiliation, despair... Countless emotions were like poisonous snakes tearing at his internal organs. He originally thought he was numb, but when he saw me and another man making love with his own eyes, that kind of heart-wrenching pain still instantly engulfed him. Poinsettia Lang's humble gentlemanly demeanor contrasts sharply with his struggling appearance at this time. It was a chasm that he could not cross in his entire life. It is a light that he cannot reach in this life or the next life. Hoac Truong Uyen suddenly bent down, his throat filled with an extremely sweet, fishy taste, and a mouthful of black blood sprayed forcefully onto the white snow. That blinding crimson color is exactly like the red silk on the big wedding day that I tore with my own hands. The bottle of cheap wine in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang" and broke into pieces. The smell of poor quality wine mixed with the smell of blood spread everywhere with the cold wind. Ba nature The surroundings were disgusted and retreated far away, there wasn't even a single person who wanted to step up and give him a hand. Huo Truong Uyen staggered and stood up straight, like a soulless corpse that had lost its soul, step by step returning to the ruined general's palace. Pushing open the door, what greeted him was still silence like death. He went directly to the only place in the palace that was still considered clean - from Huo family street. There were no fresh fruit offerings in the hall, only a room filled with spiritual flavors and a thick layer of dust. In the corner of the room was a set of bright silver armor that he had worn that year in the Northern Cuong. That armor had long ago rusted, losing its former luster, just like his soul had rotted to the core.