Chapter 13 — Sister Married to the Emperor, Forcing Me to Marry a Playboy, No One Knows He is a Hidden Dragon

Tan Dien Chi stood at the door, from beginning to end he never opened his mouth. Until this moment, he had only said one sentence— His voice was very light. He took off his cloak and covered my shoulders. Rain is still falling. As we stepped out of the cold palace, the last sound of Tham Chieu Hoa came from behind. No more screaming. It's a cry. The cry broke my heart and my lungs. The cries blended into the rain, getting farther and farther away, getting smaller and smaller. Finally, I couldn't hear anything anymore. Leaving the cold palace, Tan Dien Chi led me up to the citadel of the imperial citadel. The citadel is very high, you can see the entire capital. The rain has stopped. The dark clouds cracked a gap, and the setting sun shone down from that gap, dyeing half of the sky red-yellow. Below the citadel, hundreds of thousands of ironclads were arranged in formation. The silver armor is like scales, the war flag flutters in the wind. Tan Dien Chi stood next to me, holding my hand.

“Uan Ninh.”

“Up to the castle.”

He turned his head to look at me, the corner of his lips curled up a bit.

"The people are waiting to see you."

We take one step forward. Stand at the outer edge of the castle wall. The wind blew the hem of his shirt. The hundreds of people under the city raised their heads and were crowded together.

“General's wife—”

"It's General Phuc Tinh's wife!"

“Blessed star—Blessed star—”

The sound waves rose wave by wave, like a tide lapping against a city wall. I stood on the castle wall, listening to those sounds. In my previous life, I died in a great fire in the cold palace. No one remembers me. No one ever called my name. I stand here. Over ten thousand people. The coronation ceremony is scheduled for the third day of March. Qin Dienzhi's era name has been determined—“Thua An”. The destiny of the heavens, the peace of mind of ten thousand people. I feel this name is very good. The word An in security. On the day of the great ceremony, Tan Dien Chi wore a dark-colored dragon robe, and twelve strings of crowns were neatly placed on his head. He stood at the highest point of the Thai Hoa Palace, looking down from above at the civil and military mandarins below. The three officials knelt nine times and bowed nine times.

“Long live the Emperor—long live—long live—”

The sound was so loud that the yellow bricks on the roof of the palace seemed to be vibrating. Then there is the great ceremony. The phoenix is a mystery, the nine dragons are four phoenixes. When I walked up the steps of Thai Hoa Dien, my steps were very steady. Tan Dien Chi stood on the throne waiting for me. He looked at me, the corners of his eyes moved first, then the corners of his lips slowly curved. The way he smiles is exactly like the wedding night. It's just that at that time he was still wearing a shabby uniform, carrying a jar of wine in his hand. And now he wears a dragon robe, behind him are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. I went next to him. He reached out his hand. I placed my hand in his palm. His hands were very hot, very steady. Tighten it.

“Tham Uan Ninh.”

“From today onwards, you are the Queen.”

“That's not right—” He leaned closer, lowering his voice so that only I could hear—

"From today onwards, you are my only Queen. There is no Noble Concubine, no Chieu Nghi, no Beauty."

“She's the only one.”

I tilted my head to look at him. His ears were slightly red. The glitter on the dragon robe was blinding under the bright sunlight.

“Tan Dien Chi.”

“Didn't you say before that you didn't like my sister?”

He was stunned for a moment: "When did I say I liked her?"

“That year, if he wasn't her, he wouldn't have gotten married—”

“That year we didn't The Tham family's daughter is not married." He interrupted me, “And who else—”

He bowed his head and looked into my eyes.

“The first time I met you in the Tham family garden.”

My mind went blank for a moment.

“The Tham family's flower garden, under the cinnamon tree. She was secretly eating a cinnamon cake that had just been steamed in the kitchen, burned her hand, and blew her fingers while laughing.

His voice was very low, as if he was telling a secret that had been hidden for many years.

“I told my father that I wanted to marry the Tham family's daughter. He thought people said that the eldest lady of the Tham family was famous throughout the capital."

“Later, my sister refused to marry me, so she came to replace me—”

He stopped for a moment.

“I said ‘interesting’.”

“Because people have been waiting, it has arrived.”

I stared at him. He didn't look at me anymore, tilted his head to one side, his ears were so red that they were almost bleeding.

“…Why didn't you say so sooner?”

“Say what? At that time, she married here, with the words 'eight generations of bad luck' written all over her face, what can I say?"

I want to refute.