Chapter 7 — Three Thousand Miles of Harmony

The new emperor ascended the throne, ushering in another glorious period of prosperity. An Hoan, despite the protests of the courtiers, established our son as Crown Prince. During these years, he has never avoided discussing the national affairs of the two countries with us. I also did not fail in my mission, teaching my son to learn literature and martial arts, and to read and understand the books of saints and sages. In its body flows the blood of two countries, Yen and Ngo will definitely be friends forever. The only regret is that, until the day I left this world, An Hoan had never won a ball against me. In February, grass and trees grow and robins fly. Twenty years ago, at this exact time, I came to this land. I put my head on An Hoan's shoulder and heard him say in a hoarse voice: "Van Thu, I know why you came here." “Good horse, peace, power, whatever you want, I will cherish and deliver to the bottom of your heart.” "But I still have my own heart. I always want to put myself in your heart." I smiled tiredly. "Okay, okay. Just because you lost to me that year, your Highness remembered for so many years." An Hoan sadly curled his lips. "That's right. Who said that year when I threw medicine to heal her, she threw it back at me?" I closed my eyes and thought carefully. That year, after leaving the field injured, it seemed like a teenager from Yen threw medicine to treat my injury. After all, why do we throw it back in anger? I can't remember anymore. That's okay. Whether shallow or deep, it's all him. Yen land's wind is dry. An Hoan stroked my sideburns, squinting his stinging eyes. “Thu Nhi, I remember when you came to Dai Yen, you were only sixteen years old.” “So I thought, for such a young lady to come here alone, she must have suffered a lot.” “I just want to treat you a little better, and then a little better.” “So, can Thu Nhi not go…” The wind blew across the grassland. The surrounding was quiet, only the bell on the ball remained. The person in his heart finally stopped responding to him. … The day Queen Thu Hoa's remains returned to her homeland. The Crown Prince, who had just grown up, cried until his eyes turned red. He did not understand and asked: "Father, why can't you let mother stay in Dai Yen..." An Hoan watched the escort group gradually move away, thinking a lot in his heart. When he arrived there was only a small palanquin, and when he left he was in a coffin. His voice was very light, as if afraid of disturbing the queen lying inside. “I heard that people in the Central Highlands value falling leaves and returning to their roots.” "Even though your mother doesn't say it, every time the first snow falls at the end of the year, she always looks towards the old country." An Tri casually wiped his tears, bowed down and asked: "I want to personally write a history for my mother, please accept my father's approval." An Hoan agreed. He often came to see, his fingertips resting on the title of Queen Thu Hoa. “Change it to Van Van Thu.” "She is a female eagle from the Central Plains, Dai Ngo's most outstanding envoy." “Her name should not be buried in history books.” An Tri writes stroke by stroke. Solemnly recorded all the achievements of the mother-in-law. Having finished everything, he curiously asked An Hoan: "In the first half of my life, my mother thought about taking care of her children, but in the second half of her life, she worried about the world." “The kind person is the mother, the gentle person is the mother, the strong person is also the mother.” "But I still don't know what kind of person your mother was when she was young?" Hearing that, An Hoan's eyes became gentle. He said: "When I was young, my mother was free-spirited, brave, and the most beautiful woman in the world." "At that time, she didn't know how to weigh pros and cons. She only had ambition and vitality in her eyes." "That shuttlecock match was the first time I met her. I accidentally kicked and broken the leg of a Dai Ngo man, no one else dared to come out. But guess what happened? Your mother walked over wearing a mask, used the method of killing a thousand enemies and hurting eight hundred, and broke my legs." The wind blew gently, blowing away a few laughter. An Hoan thought back for a long time and then said: "Unfortunately, in the next few decades, I never got to see her so free and arbitrary again."