Chapter 14 — Two Lifetimes to Be Perfect

He carefully protected her and sat on the palanquin. According to wedding customs in Jiangnan, the palanquin must go around the city in a circle, so that friends, relatives and people from the whole city can congratulate the couple. In a deserted corner where no one noticed, a carriage quietly stopped there. Murong Canh leaned weakly in the car, his face pale and bloodless. He looked from afar at that dazzling red color. In panic, the scene before my eyes gradually overlapped with the dream not long before. In the dream, she wore a red dress and worshiped him. But now, she is wearing a different outfit, full of joy, standing next to another person. Suddenly there was intense pain in his chest. He tightened his grip on the door frame, his knuckles turning white. In the past few days, because of her, he was seriously injured and nearly lost his life, but she had never visited him once. She really completely let him go and married someone else. But now he is seriously injured and is unable to heal. He has no right to rush in and rob people. After a long time, he slowly closed his eyes, and in his eyes there was only silence and endless desolation. He spoke hoarsely, gently instructing his entourage: "Let's go." The palanquin went around and then steadily stopped in front of the main gate of the Tham government. Tham Nghien walked quickly, bent down to carry her, walked through the burning fire basin and entered the main hall. Amid the soft blessings of the guests, the two completed the entire ritual. After the ceremony, Lam Tri Thuc was brought into the new room. She sat neatly on the edge of the bed, waiting quietly. Not long after, there was a commotion outside the door. The door was pushed open, Tham Nghien walked in, the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer. The next second, the veil in front of her face was lifted. Lam Tri Thuc raised his head and looked at each other. The two looked at each other and smiled. One gentle night, the next morning, the two of them went to visit Mrs. Tham. Mrs. Tham looked at Lam Tri Thuc's rosy face, then looked at the unconcealed affection in Tham Nghien's eyes, and couldn't help but laugh and tease a few words. Tham Nghien was teased by Mrs. Tham, her ears turned red. Lam Tri Thuc sat next to him, looked at his awkward appearance, bowed his head and smiled softly. After getting married, Tham Nghien and her went all over the mountains and rivers of Giang Nam. In spring, we go for a walk to see flowers, in mid-summer, we row boats to see lotus flowers, in autumn, we climb high to enjoy cinnamon, and in winter, we build stoves to cook snow. While rowing the boat, the flower boat swayed slightly. Lam Tri Thuc's heart suddenly felt uncomfortable, she covered her mouth and vomited twice. Tham Nghien immediately panicked, quickly took Lam Tri Thuc back to the Tham residence, and called the doctor. The doctor checked his pulse and smiled and congratulated: "Congratulations Mr. Tham, it's a happy pulse." As soon as the words ended, the room immediately became quiet. Tham Nghien stood frozen in place, unable to recover for a long time. It wasn't until the doctor left that he woke up and looked nervously at Lam Tri Thuc, the joy on his face could not be hidden. The good news spread very quickly. When the uncle heard the news, he specially went to Tham residence to visit her. Looking at Lam Tri Thuc's rosy face, his uncle said a few words of congratulations. Before leaving, his uncle lowered his voice: "After Murong Canh returned to the capital, he was presented with several statements exposing his crimes. His high official title left behind only a false reputation, after which he completely became a waste." "Not long ago, the capital announced that he was injured again, the stairs were ineffective, and in the end he still couldn't hold on." “From now on, no one will bother you anymore.” Having finished speaking, her uncle gently patted her shoulder and turned to leave. Lam Tri Thuc was silent for a long time, and finally sighed softly. There was a past, a love that lasted for two lifetimes, and finally completely ended. Third year after marriage. Lam Tri Thuc lazily leaned on a rattan chair, watching Tham Nghien playing with a little girl with her hair in a bun not far away. Not knowing what had happened, the little girl ran away, jumping into Lam Tri Thuc's arms and acting coyly: "Mother! Father is playing dirty again!" Lam Tri Thuc raised his eyes to look at the slightly awkward Tham Nghien not far away, his eyes filled with unwavering warmth. Two lifetimes of wandering, finally reaching fulfillment.