Chapter 21 — Two Fathers

But I couldn't help but laugh. Ta Vo Cuu bowed his head and looked at me. “Is it so funny?” I nodded. "Funny." A bit of helplessness appeared in that person's eyes. I thought for a moment, then walked over and held his hand. That person's hands were very cold. But it's not as far away as the night of the palace feast anymore. “Mother.” I call very softly. Everything in the yard was quiet. Ta Vo Cuu's fingers trembled slightly. The person looked down at me, his eyes red. I'm a bit embarrassed. "If you don't like it, I won't call you again in the future." He squatted down and hugged me. "Prefer." That person's voice was very hoarse. “Call one more time.” My nose was stinging, but I deliberately did not comply with that person's wishes. “See people's expressions.” My father was beside me, snorting coldly. “She learned from me.” Ta Vo Cuu hugged me and looked up at him. "It's worth fighting." Crown Prince Tien stood outside the door, wearing a thick fox fur coat, smiling softly. That smile overlaps the silhouette of a person across the water looking at me in my dream. Only this time, the last person stood in the sunlight. I extended my hand towards him. The person came and also placed his hand on my head. The general's palace previously had no wife. No one dares to mention my mother. Later, the general's palace still had no wife in the true sense. But there is another Master who knows how to comb my hair. A general will practice swordplay with me. A father will teach us to read old decrees down the hallway. My name is still Tham A Dien. My father's name is still Tham Hac Tranh. My mother's name is Ta Vo Cuu. My biological father, Crown Prince Tien, was once betrayed by the world. Later, someone asked whose family I was from. I thought for a moment and said I was the son of the general's palace. It is also the lifeblood of the Eastern Palace's survival. Moreover, A Dien was protected by many people. When spring comes, a new peach tree is planted in the mansion. Ta Vo Cuu said the old talk is over, next year we will look at the flowers together. My father said that flowers are not as beautiful as practicing knives. The first prince said everything. I sat on top of the wall, swinging my legs and smiling. Peach blossoms fall all over my shoulders. This time, no one tells us to wait until we grow up. I have been waiting for them.