Chapter 1 — Sister Married to the Emperor, Forcing Me to Marry a Playboy, No One Knows He is a Hidden Dragon

My sister married the Crown Prince, while I married a debauchery famous throughout the capital. The whole family feels that we have suffered a loss. Ten years later, my sister was in the cold palace, pulling out her own hair strand by strand. As for my husband, he led 100,000 armored cavalry to destroy the imperial citadel, standing before the dragon and asking me—

"Uan Ninh, this world, do you want it or not?"

Thick smoke filled the entire palace, I was crushed under the broken crossbeam, half of my body had completely lost consciousness. The older sister stood in the firelight, her phoenix mandarin was crooked, her hair scattered, her eyes so red that she did not look like a living person. She looked at me, word by word she said—

"He's about to become emperor, and there's still only you by his side."

"That year, it was clear that if he wasn't me, I wouldn't have married him."

“How did all good things fall on you in the end?”

Tongues of fire licked the rafters, emitting resounding crackling sounds. I wanted to open my mouth to speak, but my throat was filled with the smell of ash, and I couldn't even utter a word. Laugh until tears flow, laugh until your whole body trembles.

"If I can't have it, you won't even want to live."

She pushed down the last supporting pillar. The whole palace collapsed. I suddenly opened my eyes. In front of our eyes is not a sea of fire covering the sky, but a bed curtain embroidered with lotus flowers. The familiar smell of sandalwood, the familiar bed, the familiar sound of cicadas outside the window. I was stunned for three breaths. Then immediately picked up the blanket and rushed to the bronze mirror. Face in the mirror, fifteen years old. There were no burns, no scars, no wrinkles carved by ten years of wasted time. Tham Uan Ninh is fifteen years old. My hands are shaking. Not because of fear, but something that has been suppressed all my life is rolling in my chest, choking to the point where I can barely breathe. Outside the door came Thanh Hoa's maid's voice—

“Second Miss, the old man told someone to come to the lobby, saying that the Qin family came to discuss a relationship.”

I close my eyes, every scene of my past life seems to flash right before my eyes. The Tan family came to marry, and the person they wanted to marry was sister Tham Chieu Hoa. The opponent was the son of the Qin family, Tan Dien Chi—a debauchery famous throughout the capital, spending all day chasing birds, playing crickets, going in and out of flower houses, his reputation was so rotten that he couldn't even take it with a fork. The older sister criticized him for losing face. Crying loudly and determined not to get married. Father could not bear to let his eldest daughter suffer resentment, so he slapped the table—

“Let Uan Ninh go.”

With just one sentence like that, I was stuffed into a palanquin and married to Tan Dien Chi in her place. As for the older sister, she turned around to marry Crown Prince Co Hanh, and entered the Eastern Palace with style. Everyone says the fate is good. Everyone says I deserve it. In my previous life, I accepted it. I stared at the young face in the bronze mirror, clenching my fists. Tan Dien Chi is not a debauchee. He is the future General of Tran Bac. He will invent glass, reviving all border trade. He will train the strongest armored cavalry team of the Dai Du dynasty. He will lead his army to attack the imperial citadel and pull Co Hanh down from his throne. I caught up with all of these good things in my previous life, but I was forced to marry there—my heart was choking, I didn't say anything, I never really heard it for ten years. confide in him. It wasn't until I died in that great fire that I understood one thing. The person most worthy of marrying in this life was right in front of me from the beginning. It's us who don't see it. Incorrect. I saw it, but I didn't have the courage to reach out and grab it. This life is not the same anymore. I adjusted my shirt, pushed the door open and went out. In the lobby, people filled a room. Tham Trong Vien's father sat in the main seat, holding a cup of tea, his face not looking very good. Mother sat next to her, bowing her head and not speaking. Sister Tham Chieu Hoa stood behind her father, her eyes red, her hands tightly twisted in silk scarves, looking as if she had just endured a sky-high frustration.

"Father, I really don't want to marry that person... Tan Dien Chi. Who in the whole capital doesn't know what kind of virtue he is? Wouldn't marrying him ruin the reputation of the Tham family..."