Chapter 11 — In Rebirth, My Sister Stole My Cold-Faced Husband

“Ta Lam Uyen said he learned how to cook.”

“His level——” Thanh Hoa remembered that bowl of blackened noodles, “Miss, I should still investigate first.”

September 8th, before the big wedding day. According to regulations, Ta Lam Uyen cannot come to see me. But he sent Quy An to bring a letter. In the letter it was written——

"Tomorrow I will dress beautifully. You must also dress beautifully. We are both beautiful."

Below is still the familiar crooked smiling face. Next to it, another small person was drawn—round face, round eyes, mouth drawn askew, and two mud-like spots on his forehead. It is an "upgraded version" of the picture he drew before. Next to that small person, there was an even smaller person, with a square face and a square body, looking like a tree. That's basically how he drew himself. Between the two little people, a heart was drawn. I laughed for a long time. Laughing until his eyes got a little wet. September 9th, big wedding. Tham Palace started to get busy from before dawn. I was dragged by my mother and a group of ghosts to get my makeup done. The phoenix mandarin's robe, twelve layers of formal attire, was so heavy that even when I stood up I had to stagger.

“Young lady is so beautiful.” Thanh Hoa held up a bronze mirror for us to see.

The man's face was like a peach blossom, his lips were covered in red lipstick——it was really not bad. In my previous life, when I married Bui Nghien Chi, I also dressed like that. But at that time, my eyes were filled with anticipation and insecurity. And now—— There's only waiting. The welcoming team arrived at the hour of the Snake. Gongs and drums were bustling, firecrackers were exploding in the sky. Ta Lam Uyen rode a white horse with a red tassel, wore a dark red robe, and smiled until all his teeth were exposed. His dismounting movements were as neat as if he were on a battlefield.

"Where is the Tham family's door? Open for me!"

Quy An stood next to him and whispered: "Dude, we have to deal with the poem first..."

“That's the exam!”

Ta Lam Uyen: "..." He coughed, turned towards the closed door and called out: "Miss Tham!——the weather is beautiful today, the flowers are blooming, can you open the door for me to come in?"

In the yard, my cousins burst out laughing.

“Is this also called page-turning poetry?”

“This is a poem of destiny!”

The mother next to her laughed and scolded: "This child——" A maid appeared from the door: "Master Ta, you should at least read a poem!" Ta Lam Uyen thought for a while.

"Cinnamon flowers are blooming all over the city. I have come to pick you up, Tham Chieu Ninh. From now on, the wind and rain will all be on my shoulders."

Three seconds of silence. Then everyone burst into laughter. The door opened. Ta Lam Uyen strode in, almost running straight to the front door of my bedroom. Under the hood, we can only see his red boots.

“An Ninh.” His voice was a bit urgent, but he couldn't hide his joy, "I've come to pick you up."

“From now on, you are mine.”

"Still haven't worshiped the road yet."

“Then hurry up, hurry up!”

He bent down to carry me up—according to the rules, it was supposed to be carried by a brother to the door, but Ta Lam Uyen didn't pay attention. From behind came Quy An's desperate voice: "Young master! It's not yours to carry! It must be left to the brothers——"

"I did it myself! No one can touch my wife!"

I lay on his broad back, listening to his heart pounding, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

“What are you laughing at?”

“Laugh at him.”

“Just laugh.” His voice softened, "I feel happy when you smile."

Bring into the cave. The red candles swayed, the whole room was filled with joy gas. I sat by the bed, my palms covered in sweat. The moment the veil was lifted, Ta Lam Uyen's face appeared before his eyes. His eyes were incredibly bright.

“Exceptionally beautiful.”

“Can I give you a kiss?”

He didn't wait for me to answer, but quickly touched my forehead lightly. Then he jumped back half a step, his face red up to his ears. The second son of Marquis Vu An, who once went to the battlefield to kill enemies—such a fierce general was blushing.

“That……are you hungry?” He rubbed his hands, "I told the kitchen to prepare dinner."

“You did it?”

"No no, it was made by the chef in the palace. Don't worry, it won't burn."

I picked up a suitable cup of wine from the table and gave it to him.

“Drink this first.”

The two exchanged words. The wine is slightly sweet, carrying the scent of cinnamon flowers. After drinking, he stared at the empty cup for a moment.

“From now on, every year on the ninth day of the ninth month, I will buy cinnamon flowers for you.”

“Make her a paper tiger every year.”

“Draw her a picture every year.”

“……let's stop with your paintings.”

"That's not okay, that's my intention. Drawing badly is also my intention."

I looked at his smiling face and suddenly felt that this rebirth was worth it. In my previous life, when I died, I thought everything was over. Unexpectedly, it all just started.