Chapter 15 — Sister Married to the Emperor, Forcing Me to Marry a Playboy, No One Knows He is a Hidden Dragon

His shoulders are a little narrower than when wearing silver armor, but very sturdy.

“Tan Dien Chi.”

“You called my name thirty-seven times today.”

“Thirty-eighth time—Qin Dien Chi.”

“Thank you.”

He looked down at me, frowning.

“Thank you for what?”

Thank you for waiting two lifetimes for me. Thank you, my first generation, for never blaming me for treating you coldly. Thank you, when I didn't know, for blocking so many bright arrows for me. Thank you for letting me stand by your side in this life, not because I'm useful, nor because I'm marrying someone here. It's because—under the cinnamon tree, you remembered me. These words are too long. Can't say it. I just buried my face in the crook of his shoulder, sadly saying one word. He didn't ask. Just put your hand on my shoulder, the force is neither light nor heavy. The wind passed through the branches and leaves of the cinnamon tree, making a rustling sound. The sky above is full of stars. Bright as the stars on the border. The things that happened later were said very calmly. Tan Dien Chi being an Emperor is not too bad. Borders are open for trade, inland taxes are reduced, irrigation is repaired, and examinations are opened to select good people. Occasionally there were people at court who were not convinced, so he took that person to the school to compete in martial arts. The winner continues to win the court, the loser is punished with three months of benefits. No one can win against him. Gradually, no one rioted anymore. Being a Queen is not very peaceful. Personally oversaw the expansion of the glass factory's output, spreading trade routes from the North straight to the South Sea. Argued with the Minister of Household Affairs three times. Every time we win. Tan Dien Chi watched the excitement from the side. After watching, he slowly said one sentence: "Listen to the Queen." The minister was so angry that his beard and whiskers were shaking. But the silver in the treasury increased four times. His beard kept trembling, and at the end of his year of promotion, he secretly bowed down and bowed towards me. We pretend like we don't see it. One day, I received an envelope. Sent from the frontier. Unsigned. The writing is shaky, like the hand is shaking. Write just one line—

“Sister, the wind and sand on the border are really big.”

I flipped the envelope over and over a few times. Then fold it up and put it in the bottom of the deepest chest. Placed with that year's silverware. Thanh Hoa asked if I wanted to respond or not. I think for a moment.

"No need."

The fate of some people is her own choice. I have no obligation to make you feel at ease. That night, after Tan Dien Chi returned from writing the chapter, he saw me sitting in front of the window, bewildered.

"Nothing."

He walked over, squatted in front of me, one hand resting on the armrest of the chair, looking up at me. Tan Dien Chi is thirty years old, his eyebrows and eyes have become a bit calmer, but the appearance of squatting in front of me, raising his head to look at others, still looks a bit like the teenager who pretended to be a beggar back then.

“Don't remember.”

“Miss your father?”

“I don't even remember.”

“So what are you remembering?”

“Miss you.”

He was stunned.

“I'm right here.”

"That's right." I raised my hand to touch his face.

His jaw line was as sharp as a knife, and above his cheek there was a pale old scar, a wound left from the battle of An Bac Thanh. In my previous life, this scar was deeper. Because of my early warning in this life, he avoided that most dangerous arrow, leaving only such a faint trace.

“It's good that you're here.”

He looked into my eyes and didn't speak what else? A moment later, he turned his head and his lips gently touched my palm. It's like being afraid that touching too hard will break something.

“Tham Uan Ninh.”

“Don't be dumb anymore.”

“Don't say thank you either.”

He held my hand, ten fingers clasped tightly. The temperature in the palm of my hand is transferred little by little.

“The one who should say thank you is me.”

“Thank you for what?”

“Thank you that year—you won over your sister first and married me.”

Tears suddenly fell. Falling on the back of his hand. He panicked, frantically wiping my tears with his hands and feet.

“What are you crying for—did I say something wrong?”

"Do not have."

I squeezed his hand, burying my face in his palm. The voice was muffled, vague and unclear.

“You're right.”

The great fire of the previous life burned everything. The things we hold in our hands, no one can burn anymore. Outside the window, the moonlight is like water. The shadow of the cinnamon tree falls on the ground, like a painting. The wind blew and the leaves rustled loudly. 【TOAN VAN HOAN】