Chapter 4 — Once reborn, I will no longer marry the wrong person

Water sparkled in his eyes. At the same time... A trace of doubt also appeared.

"Uan Ninh."

"Before, I firmly refused the marriage..."

"Is it..."

"Do you know anything already?"

I opened my lips slightly, and finally said:

"I don't like the way he looks at people."

The day my sister married into the Eight Kings Palace, ten miles of red attire stretched, the wedding was extremely solemn. The Eighth Prince personally came to the Thoi palace to welcome him, riding a tall handsome horse, wearing a bright red outfit, with a smile as gentle as jade on his lips. People standing on both sides of the road continuously praised the Eighth Prince for his extraordinary handsomeness and congratulated Miss Cui on a good relationship. I stood in the middle of the crowd, quietly watching him turn around, get off his horse, and reach out towards the palanquin. That hand was long and white, with clear joints, the same hand that once held a cup of poisoned wine and brought it to my lips. Her sister's hand slowly reached out from the palanquin curtain, placed it in his palm, and trembled slightly. He squeezed gently, the corners of his lips still maintaining the extremely gentle smile. I quietly turned around and left the crowd. A month later, I married into the Tenth Prince's palace. Different from Ly Thua Trach's wedding that shocked the entire capital, my wedding was so simple that it was almost frugal. The Thap Prince's Palace is located in the most remote alley in the east of the capital. The paint on the palace gate is peeling and patchy, even the pair of stone lions in front of the gate are missing. On the welcome day, Ly Thua Quan was wearing a brand new red suit and stood waiting for me in front of the palace door. The hem of his shirt still had a faint ink stain, looking like he had just stepped out of the study room. He personally opened the palanquin's curtain and held out his hand towards me. That hand was also white and clean, but on the knuckles there was a thin layer of calluses from holding a pen for many years. He didn't smile, nor say a sweet word, just quietly looked at me, patiently waiting for me to put my hand on him. The moment I placed my hand in his palm, his fingers tightened slightly. The force is neither heavy nor light, just enough to help us step down from the palanquin firmly. Then he let go, took a half step back, and walked shoulder to shoulder with me into the palace. When it was time to worship, the guests in the palace were pitifully few. On the Tham family's side, there were only my parents and a few close relatives, and on the royal family's side, there were only a few relatives who were not respected. Even the Queen Mother and the Emperor did not send people to attend. The wedding hall was deserted and cold, with only a pair of red roses burning brightly and red candle wax flowing all over the table. After being brought into the cave, he sat next to me for a while. According to rituals, he must lift his scarf and drink wine appropriately. He really lifted the scarf. With a very light movement, the tip of the stick gently lifted the edge of the red scarf, revealing my carefully made-up face. I looked up at him, he looked down at me. Both of their expressions were as calm as if they were facing a cup of light tea. He lifted the glass of wine carefully and gave one to me. I looked at that cup of wine, my hand stopped in mid-air. In my previous life, the cup of wine that Ly Thua Trach gave me was also warmed up. He once laughed and said it was cold, so he deliberately ordered someone to warm up the wine. I smiled and drank it all. Three years later, on the night of the Winter Solstice, I drank another cup of warm wine. I lost my life.

"Are you afraid to drink alcohol?"

He suddenly suddenly spoke up. His voice was deeper than I expected, carrying a bit of the hoarseness that only comes from people who don't speak much all year round. Not like Ly Thua Trach's intentionally low and easy-to-listen voice, but a natural, indifferent tone, like the wind flipping through each page of a book.

"Do not have."

I took the cup of wine and tilted my head back to drink it. The wine was very strong, as soon as it entered the throat it was pungent and choking to the point that my eye sockets turned red. He glanced at me, raised his glass of wine and drank it all, then put the cup down, stood up, walked to the desk next to him, and picked up the half-opened book.

"She should rest."

He spoke without even raising his head.

"Let's finish reading this book first."

It's my wedding night. The tenth prince sat in the new room reading a book. As for me, I lay alone on a bed covered with red silk, listening to the sound of each book page turning gently, eyes wide open looking at the dragon and phoenix pattern on the wall on the top of the curtain. About half an hour later. I propped myself up and sat up.

"Your Highness Ten."

"Why did you agree to this marriage?"

He turned the book halfway, then stopped, then calmly turned to another page. I thought he wouldn't answer, but a moment later I heard him say faintly:

"Because she needs a prince, and she just found out that I am that person."