Chapter 13 — Two Lifetimes to Be Perfect

This call completely excited the wolves. The low wolf roar tore through the silence, several gray wolves simultaneously rushed towards her! Chan Lam Tri Thuc went limp and fell hard to the ground. She frantically tried to get up with her arms and legs, but she tried several times without success. The cold wind blew straight into my face. In that moment, Mo Dung Canh ran through the bushes and saw that dangerous scene. Almost instinctively, he rushed in front of Lam Tri Thuc, spread his arms,
Use your whole body to cover her pussy underneath. In the next second, the sound of flesh being torn rang out. Murong Canh's whole body trembled violently, a painful groan escaped his throat. But his arms still firmly protected Lam Tri Thuc, from beginning to end never letting her go. Murong Canh's voice came down from above her head, carrying extreme pain: "Don't be afraid... I'm here..." She stiffened under him, watching the scene with her own eyes, her heart was violently shocked. I don't know how much time passed when the sound of hooves came from far away
horse. Immediately followed by the sound of an arrow cutting through the wind. The wolf pack was injured, let out a warning roar, and finally unwillingly scattered and fled, disappearing into the deep forest. Murong Canh's body suddenly relaxed and fell heavily on Lam Tri Thuc's body, completely motionless. Her whole body trembled, she quickly reached out to support Murong Canh on her body, her voice full of worry: "Mo Dung Canh? Please wake up! Don't scare me!" His breathing was so weak that he could almost not feel it. No matter how Lam Tri Thuc called him, he was still there
don't open your eyes. The sound of urgent footsteps came, Tham Nghien led a large team of guards and rushed forward. When he saw two people covered in blood on the ground, he squatted down worriedly, reaching out his hand but not daring to touch it: "So much blood... where are you injured?" Lam Tri Thuc shook his head, his throat was so tight he couldn't say a complete sentence, he could only tremble and point towards Mo Dung Canh lying on top of her. Murong Canh's entire body had no intact skin, her clothes were torn, and there were bloody wounds everywhere.
blood, deep to the bone. As for Lam Tri Thuc, in addition to the hem of her dress, there was some blood and mud on it, and she was completely unharmed. Tham Nghien immediately told his entourage in a low voice: "Quick! Bring the prince back!" The entourage did not dare to delay, quickly stepped forward and carefully carried the unconscious Murong Canh. Completely out of danger, Lam Tri Thuc's tight nerves suddenly relaxed, his eyes darkened, and he fainted. Tham Nghien quickly caught her. Returning to the palace, after checking her pulse, the doctor concluded that she had the disease
Excessive fear, prescribe sedatives to nourish the body. She slept straight for three days. During those three days, Tham Nghien did not leave her room, always keeping watch in her room. During the day, he sat quietly by the bed, regularly checking her condition. At night, he lay down on the bed to take a nap, and as soon as there was any movement, he immediately woke up. Three days later, Lam Tri Thuc was finally completely awake. Tham Nghien saw that she had recovered as usual and breathed a sigh of relief. There are only a few days left until the scheduled auspicious wedding day
of two people. He looked at her gentle face, pondered for a long time, then softly asked: "Tri Thuc, does our marriage need to be annulled?" Lam Tri Thuc heard that and looked up at him suspiciously: "Why must it be canceled?" Tham Nghien pursed his lips and said: "He risked his life to save you. Now he is the benefactor who saved your life. If you feel guilty and want to come back, I will not stop you." Seeing how he clearly couldn't bear it but still tried to be generous, Lam Tri Thuc's heart warmed up and he couldn't help but curl his lips: "If anyone saves me, I will
I have to marry that person, so I should also marry him.” Tham Nghien was stunned, his eyes were dim for a moment, and then he showed joy. Although he didn't understand what Lam Tri Thuc meant by that statement, he understood one thing. She didn't leave, she still wanted to marry him. Lam Tri Thuc did not explain further, just quietly looked at his happy and emotional appearance. On the wedding day, the weather was incredibly beautiful. It was not yet dawn, the Tham residence was already brightly lit, everywhere looked bustling and joyful. Tong Ma
Ma had been keeping watch in the bedroom early, personally combing Lam Tri Thuc's hair and makeup. While she was busy, Mother Song softly muttered: "My slave's lady has finally suffered the end of her life. From now on, there is no need to bear the resentment anymore, someone loves her and someone protects her." Lam Tri Thuc looked at himself in the bronze mirror. The young woman in the mirror has stretched out eyebrows, no longer showing her former patience and sadness. She curled her lips slightly. Not long after, the maid poked her head in: "Miss! The bridal palanquin has arrived at the door!" Tong ma ma tu
His hand covered her head with a veil. In a moment, there was only red in front of Lam Tri Thuc's eyes. The maid carefully helped her stand up and go out, placing her hand in Tham Nghien's hand. Through a layer of headscarf, she could not see his appearance, but could clearly feel that his palms were covered with a thin layer of sweat. The person who had always acted fearlessly like him, today was as tense as an immature teenager.