Chapter 2 — Sister Married to the Emperor, Forcing Me to Marry a Playboy, No One Knows He is a Hidden Dragon

Her voice was soft and sweet, and also contained sobs. Each word cleverly poked the softest place in Tham Trong Vien's heart. Tham Trong Vien frowned, his eyes swept back and forth between his sister and the Tan family's matchmaker. We are all too familiar with this scene. Another cup of tea, he would look at me and say that sentence—

“Uan Ninh, I will marry you there instead.”

In my previous life, I knelt on the ground, crying and asking where to rely. He said: "My sister is the face of the Tham family, I am not." That sentence pierced my heart for a lifetime. This life is no longer needed. I walked into the lobby, under everyone's gaze, and stood firm. Then I opened my mouth—

“Father, if you are not willing, then leave this marriage to me.”

The entire lobby was quiet. The tea cup in Tham Trong Vien's hand had just been filled halfway when it immediately stopped. Mother suddenly raised her head to look at me. My sister's cry was also choked, she stared at me with wide eyes, her expression of frustration had not yet been fully recovered but was overlapped with surprise, looking a bit funny. The matchmaker gasped, not knowing how to respond. Tham Trong Vien was the first to react: "Uan Ninh, what did you say?"

"The daughter said, the Qin family's marriage, I am willing to marry."

My voice is very steady. Tham Uan Ninh in his previous life cried and was pushed into the palanquin and died. The person standing here in this life is Tham Uan Ninh, who was burned by a great fire once and has seen through everything. Tham Chieu Hoa finally reacted. She wiped the corner of her eyes and smiled softly. That smile, I'm so familiar with it. The corners of his lips curled up, but the bottom of his eyes showed no emotion.

“Sister is really not picky.”

The three words 'not picky' are so light. In my previous life, when I heard these words, I would feel like someone slapped my face. I also laugh.

“Sister is right, I'm not picky.”

"Sister is picky, so a good person like the Crown Prince, of course, must let her marry him."

Tham Chieu Hoa's smile stiffened for a moment. Her eyelashes trembled, then quickly regained her gentle and dignified look.

"Younger sister, I'm joking. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is a monarch, how noble..."

"That's why big sister is worthy." I interrupted her, "The Qin family's marriage, no need to make things difficult for you anymore."

Tham Trong Vien looked at me for a long time, his tightly furrowed eyebrows slowly relaxing. To him, the eldest daughter does not need to suffer resentment, the younger daughter takes the initiative to stand up for her, this is like a good thing falling from the sky.

"If Uan Ninh is willing..." He cleared his throat, looked at the matchmaker, "Then change the concubine to Uan Ninh's."

Just like that, I was about to go down. Lightweight, like deciding what to have for dinner tonight. My marriage, the second half of my life, was decided by this person in the room who took the time to drink a cup of tea. Exactly like the previous life. The only difference is— In my previous life, I was the chess piece that was pushed out. In this life, it is we who step onto the chessboard ourselves. At the end of the game, my sister passed by my side, tilted her head to my ear, and spoke softly.

"My sister is in such a hurry to want to get married, is she seeing Tan Dien Chi?"

She covered her mouth and smiled, her eyes filled with pity as she looked down from above.

“Then I have to remind you one thing—Tan Dien Chi, this person, was still there the other day Drunk Tien Lau drinks flower wine with the beauty queen."

I tilted my head to look at her. Her chin was slightly raised, her neck stretched into a beautiful curve. This is the attitude she is most proud of.

“Thank you for the reminder, sister.”

Let's stop for a moment.

“But don't worry too much about my business. There are so many people around the Crown Prince. After my sister gets married, I'm afraid I won't even have time to take care of myself."

Tham Chieu Hoa's smile froze. She stared into my eyes for two seconds, without saying a word, turned around and left. The hem of the skirt swung out in a curve, carrying the wind. I looked at her back, remembering her dry and emaciated appearance in the cold palace of her previous life. The white moon light in Crown Prince Co Hanh's heart is not you. In his heart from beginning to end there was only one Lieu Oan. The Queen position that you fought for all your life, in the end, before the ink on the Queen's decree was even dry, you were thrown into the cold palace. And until your death, you still refuse to admit— It was you who made the wrong choice. That night, news came from the Tan family. Said that the son of the Tan family, Tan Dien Chi, after hearing about the change of people, only said three words.

“That's interesting.”