Chapter 11 — Sister Married to the Emperor, Forcing Me to Marry a Playboy, No One Knows He is a Hidden Dragon

Co Hanh stood up, then sat down again. Sit down, then stand up again. His hands are shaking.

“Send soldiers—dispatch soldiers to intercept!”

“Your Majesty…” The Minister of Military Affairs knelt on the ground, his face gray and white, “The captain of the capital only has 30,000, Tan Dien Chi has 100,000 iron cavalry…”

Three thousand versus ten thousand. Half of the soldiers guarding the citadel were old and weak, and half could not even hold their swords. Tan Dien Chi's iron cavalry went south, like splitting bamboo. As soon as the strongholds along the road heard the news, they opened their doors to surrender—no one was willing to take the place of Co Hanh to block Tan Dien Chi's blade. Because during these years Qin Dien Chi fought against the Huns, opened trade routes, and enriched the common people—the peaceful days of the common people were due to him. What did Co Hanh do? Increase up to three times. It is clear to whom the people's hearts are directed, high and low. Co Hanh is panicking. Really panicked. He sent an envoy to ask for peace. The envoy brought orders and conditions to leave the city—

"I vow to restore all of Qin's mandarins, crown him prince, and issue the book of iron books."

The condition is—

“Let Tham Uan Ninh return to the capital as a hostage.”

Until now, he still thinks that Tham Uan Ninh is Tan Dien Chi's weakness. The envoy arrived at Tan Dien Chi's army. Tan Dien Chi sat on the marshal's chair, looked at that decree, and burst out laughing. Laughing very softly, very faintly, but everyone present felt a chill down their spines. He received the holy order. Then slowly tear it apart. One piece, two pieces, three pieces. Tear the paper into shreds and stuff it into the ambassador's mouth.

“Go back and tell your master.”

His voice wasn't high-pitched, but each word was like a blade sharpening on stone—

“He doesn't deserve it.”

The envoy was thrown out of the tent and crawled all the way back to the capital. After Co Hanh heard the envoy's report, his whole body was paralyzed on the dragon's bed. Hands are shaking. Legs are also shaking. The tea cup on the dragon robe was hit by him and fell to the ground, breaking, and the tea water splashed under the dragon robe. He did not lower his head to look. He just glared into space, his pupils disintegrating.

“He said… I'm not worthy?”

No one dared to answer. The main hall is empty. The civil and martial arts officials have all returned to their residences to "recover their illnesses". Only Lieu Oan—the newly appointed Queen—stood behind the palace door, her face as white as paper.

“Your Majesty…” Her voice trembled, “Can we… run?”

Co Hanh turned his head to look at her. Empty eyes. Then he laughed. Laughing until it feels like crying.

“Run to where?”

“This world—he took it away.”

The day the citadel was destroyed, it was raining. Tan Dien Chi's armored cavalry poured in from the north gate, his horse's hooves stepped on the green stone, water bubbles mixed with mud, splashed into the tightly closed doors on both sides of the road. There was no fighting in the alleys. There is no resistance. The moment the city gate opened, the city's defenders threw down their weapons and knelt on the side of the road. Tan Dien Chi rode the black horse in the front, without a drop of blood on the silver armor. Because no one dares to stop him. I sat in the carriage, looking through the window at the citadel that I had left for three years. The street was empty and quiet, only the sound of the cavalry's hooves and the sound of rain falling. The grand gate of the royal palace was opened by Tan Dien Chi himself. With an ax strike, the painted door cracked from the middle. He crossed the threshold, stepped on wood chips and entered. Co Hanh did not run away. He sat on the long chair In Kim Loan Dien, he wore a dragon robe and a crown on his head. Like waiting to die. When Tan Dien Chi entered Kim Loan Palace, Co Hanh raised his head. The two of them were separated by an entire hall and looked at each other. The sound of rain came from outside the temple, intermittently. Co Hanh opened his mouth. The voice was calm, so calm that it sounded like he had accepted his destiny—

“Tan Dien Chi, I... have lost.”

Tan Dien Chi said nothing. He just walked forward, step by step, his combat boots stepping on the yellow bricks, each step carrying an echo. Go ahead and rely on dragon. He lowered his head to look at Co Hanh. Co Hanh raised his head to look at him, the pearl necklace on his crown covered half of his face, but could not cover his pale lips.

“What do you want?”

Tan Dien Chi reached out his hand. One hand pulled down the crown on Co Hanh's head. The broken pearl necklace fell all over the ground, rolling and crackling throughout the main hall.

“Get down.”

Two words, as light as nothing. Co Hanh's body trembled. Then he stood up, his legs were weak, he slid off the long chair, and knelt down in front of Tan Dien Chi.

“Tan Dien Chi…” His voice was hoarse, “Save for me… one life…”

Tan Dien Chi did not look at him.