Chapter 13 — Wu Yang Flower – Jade Snow Palace

I signed my name first, then pushed the paper towards him.

“Your Majesty, please.”

He looked at that piece of paper for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter. That laugh was dry and sounded more painful than crying.

“Tham Thanh Nguyet… you really didn't leave me any path.”

"Road?" I looked at him, my eyes never wavering. “The day you locked me in this place, did you ever think about letting me retreat half a step?”

He was silenced by my questioning. Finally, he picked up the pen. This time his hands didn't shake. Stable and cold, like a rock falling into the abyss. He signed his name. The contract has been completed. Between me and him, the last rope was finally cut. I took the two documents, turned around and left, without the slightest regret. As I walked to the door, I suddenly heard his voice behind me, so soft that it was almost just a sigh.

“Tham Thanh Nguyet…”

“If…” “If we die again…” “Will there be an afterlife?”

I don't stop walking. Also don't turn around. I just coldly left a sentence. “I just hope… no more.” No more entanglements. No more reincarnation. No more reunions. The door behind me closed forcefully, a heavy sound echoed in the empty hallway, like an end. In that moment, I knew that the previous life and golden life between me and him were completely severed. When we stepped out of Lam Nguyet Hien, it was already dawn. The morning air is still a bit cold, but breathing it in makes my heart feel lighter. That is the taste of freedom. Two guards stood outside the door looking at me with complicated eyes. There was surprise, there was fear, there was even a glimpse of vague sympathy. But no one dared to stand in the way. Tieu Quyet must have given the order. We kept going straight, without encountering any obstacles, until we left the palace gate. Outside, a familiar carriage was quietly waiting. Uncle Chung stood next to the car and saw me appear, his old face momentarily trembled with emotion. He quickly walked forward and bowed deeply.

“Head of the house…” His voice choked. “You have suffered.”

I shook my head slightly. "I'm fine. Uncle was worried." I looked at the carriage and said softly: "Let's get in the carriage. Let's go home." Uncle Chung lifted the curtain for me. I stepped inside and the familiar calming scent immediately enveloped me. Xuan Hoa was sitting there, her eyes red. As soon as she saw me, she burst into tears.

"Miss! You're finally out! I thought... I thought I'd never see you again!"

I reached out and patted her back gently, my voice calming down.

"Idiot. Aren't I still safe here?"

The carriage rolled slowly. I gently lifted a corner of the curtain and looked back. The palace wall stands majestically in the dawn light, cold but solemn. At the tallest building, I glimpsed a lonely figure standing there. He wore a moon-white long robe, his sleeves fluttering in the morning wind. Like someone about to transform into a fairy in the human world. But I know, he is not a fairy. He is just someone locked in his own hell. And this time, we won't turn back. He stood at the highest place, in the morning wind, looking like a lost soul abandoned by the whole world. It's Tieu Quyet. I looked up, our eyes crossed that great distance, touching each other for the last time. There was no more burning resentment, no more torment, just a moment of silence like smoke and mist. Already I let down the car curtain. No turning back anymore. The capital. At the same time, in the Regent Palace, Lieu Nhu Yen went crazy, breaking everything that could be broken in the room.

“He released her?”

“He really just let that bitch leave?”

Her voice was sharp, shrill and terrifying. The maids knelt on the ground, trembling, no one dared to open their mouths. Finally, Lieu Nhu Yen fell to the floor, covered her face with her hands, and burst into tears. She waited ten years, fought for ten years, planned and strategized for ten years, but in the end she still lost everything. Lose until there's no way back. Only then did she understand that from beginning to end she had never won. In Tieu Quyet's heart, there is only one Tham Thanh Nguyet. Whether it's love or hate, it all revolves around us. As for her, she is nothing more than a funny substitute, an illusion she has nurtured herself for ten years. The carriage headed south, gradually leaving the power of the capital. The sky also seems bluer and higher; In the air there was no longer the suffocating smell of power and conspiracy, only the scent of young grass and the gentle smell of moist soil. Our mood accordingly becomes brighter day by day.