Chapter 23 — The Lady Refuses to Kiss a Disabled Man, I Choose Him as My Husband

He took my hand and respectfully placed a kiss.

"The prosperity of the capital, the power and planning of the court, in the end are just like a passing cloud of smoke."

“I want to take her back to Bac Cuong.”

"There are my most loyal brothers there, there is a country that I swear with my life to protect."

“There is also a home that truly belongs to us.”

"I don't need you to do anything like the first-class announcement of my wife's fate."

"I only need you, to be Tieu Bac Da's only wife, to be the only female owner of Thuong Lang Iron Cavalry."

“Nguyet Kien, are you willing?”

My tears finally couldn't be contained and flowed out of my eye sockets. I nodded vigorously.

“I wish.”

Three months later. We leave the capital. The Emperor did not stop us at all, and even gave us the highest honor. He just wants us to leave as soon as possible. Because only when we leave will his throne truly be able to sit still. We return to Bac Cuong. There was no solemn wedding. There are no ten li red pages. There was only the thunderous shouts of thirty thousand Shang Lang Iron Cavalry.

"Welcome the general! Welcoming the mother!"

That sound echoed up to the clouds. Compared to any other wedding music, it makes people's hearts more moved. I stand on the high wall. Look at the man next to you. He was wearing battle armor, his body was proud, his back was straight, and he was energetically pointing out the mountains and rivers. Under the sunlight, the angle of his face was so handsome that it made my heart flutter. I placed my hand on my slightly protruding lower abdomen, a peaceful, happy smile on my lips. Of course, I have never drunk that bowl of "Han Cung Perfume". Tieu Bac Da and I are about to welcome our first child. I understand. This is the outcome we truly wish for. No more harem fighting. There is no more royal court power. Only him. There is a country that we preserve together. Side by side with him, looking at thousands of miles of rivers and rolling winds. This one life... That's enough. (END OF VAN HOAN)