Chapter 12 — Sister Married to the Emperor, Forcing Me to Marry a Playboy, No One Knows He is a Hidden Dragon

He turned around and looked towards the palace door. Looking towards me standing at the electric door.

“Uan Ninh.”

We step in. Stepping on pearls that fell all over the ground, passing through the entire Kim Loan Palace. Co Hanh knelt on the ground and raised his head to see me. There was no longer any spirit in his eyes. Cloudy, empty. This is the noble Crown Prince of the past. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince once looked down from above at a banquet and said, "You are more interesting than your sister." At this moment, you kneel before me again. Even the strength to lift my head was almost gone. I don't look at him. I just passed by his side, walking towards Tan Dien Chi. Tan Dien Chi held my hand.

“Go, go to the cold palace.”

The cold palace is located in the most remote corner of the royal palace. The weeds in the yard had grown up to knee height, the tiles on the roof were broken into pieces, and rainwater leaked from the cracks inside. The door is locked. Tan Dien Chi's soldiers kicked and kicked the door directly. The room was very dark. The damp, musty smell mixed with a sour, rotten air rushed straight into my face. We step in. In the corner of the room there was a person curled up. An old tattered outfit was wrapped around her body, her hair was as messy as dry grass, forming countless knots. She heard footsteps and slowly raised her head. I almost didn't notice. Tham Chieu Hoa. Three years ago, the Crown Princess wore a light yellow dress, a slightly swaying gown, and an appropriately dignified smile. Now so thin that only a handful of bones remain. High cheekbones, sunken eye sockets, yellowish whites of the eyes. The fingernails on all fingers were bare, and the fingertips were covered with dark red blood scales. The moment she saw me, her whole body stiffened. Her eyes slowly opened wide. From disbelief— To fear— To fear— Finally, stopping at a kind of extreme jealousy, distorted to the point of ferocity.

“Tham Uan Ninh.”

Her voice was so hoarse that it had no form, like sandpaper grinding against iron.

“What did you come for?”

“Come to visit you.”

She stared at me. Staring at the clean clothes on my body, the exquisite jewelry on my head, the soldiers following behind me. Staring at Tan Dien Chi standing next to me. His hand was placed on my shoulder, naturally as it should be. Tham Chieu Hoa's pupils shrank.

“He's about to be declared emperor—” Her voice suddenly rose.

“There's still only you by my side?!”

She stood up with her hands on the wall, staggering, as if she might fall at any moment.

“That year, it was clear that he wouldn't have married me if he hadn't—”

“On what basis—on what basis do all good things fall on you in the end?”

Her nails dug deep into her palms, her ten fingers curved like eagle claws. In her previous life, she also said the same words. Not a single word wrong. In her previous life, after she finished saying these words, she lit a fire. A fire burned down the palace, joining us in destruction. I squat down. Look straight at her. Her body was trembling, her lips were also trembling non-stop.

“On what basis do you ask?”

“It depends on us choosing the right person.”

“As for you—from beginning to end—what you choose is the royal throne.”

Her face contorted.

"That's not right! You stole it from me! That Tan Dien Chi was originally my engagement contract—you took it away!"

“Sister.” My voice is very calm.

“That year is key you said you wouldn't marry."

"You call him a scoundrel, call him for losing face, call him unworthy of you."

“It was you who chose the Crown Prince.”

“No one is forcing you.”

Tham Chieu Hoa's mouth opened, but no sound came out. Her eyes widened so much that they almost burst. I stood up.

“That year at the plum reward banquet, you once said to me—‘Sister is really not picky’.”

“You're right. I'm not picky.”

“So I chose someone worth marrying.”

"As for you, being picky all your life, in the end you can't choose anything."

Tham Chieu Hoa's knees softened, his whole body knelt to the ground. Her hand frantically grabbed her own hair, pulling down a large handful.

“It's not right… It's not right… It can't be…”

“I am the brightest pearl of the Tham family… I am the best person…”

“You are just a replacement… Where do you rely… What do you rely on…”

Her voice gradually turned from a shrill scream to a mumble. Muttering and muttering again, her eyes gradually dissolved. I turn around. Don't look at her anymore.