Chapter 14 — Sister Married to the Emperor, Forcing Me to Marry a Playboy, No One Knows He is a Hidden Dragon

But I opened my mouth and found that I had no way to refute. In my previous life, when I married here, I truly felt that I had been unlucky for eight lifetimes. For ten years, he pretended to be rude and indecent in front of me, and I pretended to be gentle and wise in front of him and didn't care. The two of them lived in the same hospital for ten years, yet they never said a word that was truly close to their hearts. It wasn't until I died that I understood. So stupid. I took a deep breath. Then grabbed his sleeve and pulled him closer. He was pulled by me and staggered a bit, bowed his head, his face and mine were very close to each other. The beaded curtain on the mandarin's mouth moved and made a jingling sound.

“Tham Uan Ninh, what are you doing—the ceremony hasn't ended yet—the civil and military officials are all watching—”

“Just let them look.”

I stood up on tiptoe and gently kissed the corner of his lips. Very fast. Like a dragonfly gliding through the water. But the whole Thai Hoa Dien— Completely quiet. Everyone is looking. The mandarin's chin was almost about to fall to the ground. The copy in the hand of the Minister of Rites fell down with a "clack". Tan Dien Chi's whole body stiffened in place, even his breathing stopped for two seconds. Then his face turned red from his ears to his neck. Red to the collarbone. I took a step back, smiling.

“Tan Dien Chi.”

“…Um.” The voice was so hoarse that it was not normal.

“The right thing I did in this life.”

His throat rolled slightly.

“It is to win over my sister—to marry you.”

He looked at me. Looked for a long time. Then he laughed. Not the smile of a treasurer, not the smile of a general, nor the smile of an emperor. Just a man, looking at the person in his arms, without any disguise, a smile welled up from the bottom of his heart. He held me in his arms with one hand. No longer in charge of the court's literature and martial arts. It doesn't matter whether the Minister of Rites can pick up the copy or not.

“Tham Uan Ninh.”

He placed his chin on top of my head. The voice was deep, carrying a smile.

"The next life will also be her."

After the great canon. Tham Chieu Hoa was demoted to commoner status and exiled to the border. The place she was taken to, coincidentally, was An Bac Thanh, the place that year she once teased me about going to "eat sand". The day she left, I didn't come to see her. Thanh Hoa said, when she was escorted to the prison car, her hair was messy and she was always mumbling something. After taking two steps, he fell down. Crawled up and fell again. Finally, the translator helped her up. Tham Trong Vien was dismissed. He stood on the side of the road, looking from afar in the direction I was standing on the castle wall. Old tears flow horizontally. No one paid attention to him. Co Hanh was imprisoned in a heavenly palace, stripped of his imperial title, and was not allowed to step out for the rest of his life. Lieu Oan shaved her head to become a nun, took the green light of Buddha's neck, and lived the rest of her life. Everyone got the ending they deserved. That night, I stood alone under the cinnamon tree in the royal garden. The cinnamon flowers in March have not yet bloomed, there are only green leaves on the branches. But I remember this tree. In my previous life, I had never been to the back garden of the royal palace. But the cinnamon tree that Tan Dien Chi talked about—the cinnamon tree in the Tham family's garden—was exactly like this tree. Behind me came the sound of footsteps. Very sturdy, very light. Tan Dien Chi walked next to me and looked at the cinnamon tree with me.

“What are you looking at?”

“Thinking about something.”

“Things What?"

"You said the first time you met me was under the cinnamon tree in the Tham family's garden."

“How old was I then?”

He was silent for a moment.

“Twelve.”

“What about you?”

"Fourteen."

I turned my head to look at him.

“When you were fourteen years old, you already knew who you wanted to marry?”

He didn't look at me, just stared at the branches and leaves of the cinnamon tree, his ears starting to turn red again.

“…Not knowing. It's remembering.”

“Remember what?”

"A stupid girl secretly ate a cinnamon cake, burned her hand but still smiled."

The bridge of my nose is stinging. I hold down.

“Tan Dien Chi.”

“Previous life—”

The words came to my mouth, but I swallowed them back. There are some things that cannot be said. I have never told anyone about this rebirth. Including him. He doesn't need to know how we missed each other in our past lives, nor does he need to know what I was thinking when I died in that great fire. He just needs to know the story of this life and that's enough.

“What happened in your previous life?” He turned his head to look at me.

I shook my head.

“Nothing.”

I leaned on his shoulder.