Chapter 3 — Sister Married to the Emperor, Forcing Me to Marry a Playboy, No One Knows He is a Hidden Dragon

On the day they got married, the capital poured a little rain. When the palanquin was carried out of the Tham family, there were not many people at the door to see off. Father was in the lobby drinking tea, saying he was busy with work. Mother stood in the hallway and looked at it, wanting to say it again, but in the end she just stuffed Thanh Hoa with a brocade bag, saying it was an extra dowry for me. Open it and see a pair of silver bracelets. There's not even a fancy gold item. Thanh Hoa was so angry that her eyes turned red: "Miss, the day the eldest lady got married, the old man prepared eighteen dowries for her, and the concubines already had three pairs of golden phoenix hairpins..."

“Okay.” I put the brocade bag away, "Let's go."

The flower palanquin swayed all the way to the Tan family. In front of the Qin family's main gate, it was cold and deserted. There were no gongs or drums resounding in the sky, nor were there firecrackers exploding all over the street or red silk hanging all over the path. A few servants stood at the door holding umbrellas, their expressions as if the four words "following official duties" were written clearly. The person Tan Dien Chi wanted to marry was originally Tham Chieu Hoa, but at the last minute, she changed it to her younger sister. Up and down the Tan family felt that they were deceived by the Tham family. As I walked past the fire basin, I heard a few maids behind me whispering in low voices—

"I heard that the eldest daughter of the Tham family criticized our young master, so she stubbornly pushed a younger child over here."

"Tsk, it's just a change of marriage. It's just a replacement."

I stepped on the edge of the fire basin, almost twisting my leg. Thanh Hoa supported me and glared at the other nannies. I didn't turn around, just stabilized my body, then continued inside. In my previous life, I lived in the Qin family and listened to such words for ten years. In this life, I won't care anymore. Because I know something that everyone else doesn't know - Tan Dien Chi will become the most powerful man in the world. But I am his wife. While worshiping, Tan Dien Chi arrived. He was wearing a bright red outfit, his hair was only loosely tied, even the hair band was parted to one side. A jug of wine hung on his waist, his steps swayed, his whole body from head to toe seemed to have three words clearly written on it— Indecent. He stopped in front of me, bowed his head and looked at me. Under the veil, we can only see his chin and the corners of his lips. The corner of his lips curled up slightly, carrying a hint of teasing and contemplation.

“Second Miss Tham?”

His voice sounded a bit lazy, like he had just woken up.

"Sister, you refused to marry me, but you took the initiative." He picked up the wine gourd and shook it, "What, do you think I'm easy to hold in your hand?"

The suspect next to him turned pale and desperately blinked, signaling him to quickly worship. Under the veil, I couldn't help but curl the corners of my lips. In his previous life, when he got married, he also had this virtuous appearance. The style is unruly, unyielding and unconstrained, seemingly not taking anything seriously. But now I know— It was all pretend. This person is more cunning than anyone.

“I don't feel like he's easy to hold in my hand.” I said.

"Oh? So what is it?"

“I feel he is worth marrying.”

He stood up a bit. It was just a very brief moment of blankness, then he burst out laughing, a low laugh resounding.

“That's interesting.”

Exactly like the three words passed down before. After bowing, take him to the cave room. He took me into the room, then sat down at the table to drink wine, without saying a word. Drink more than half pregnant, he slowly opened his mouth—

“Second Miss Tham Family.”

"Your father let you marry here, does he want to put an eye and ear into the Qin family?"

I lifted my veil and looked directly at him. He leaned against the back of the chair, the wine gourd resting on his knees, his eyelids half drooping, looking like he was drunk. But the focus in those eyes was very steady. Not even a little drunk.

"My father wishes he could never return to the Tham family for the rest of his life. He doesn't have the leisure to arrange his eyes and ears." I said.

“So why do you have to marry here?”

He tilted his head a bit, and the wine in the jar spilled out a little, splashing onto the back of his hand. He didn't wipe it, just looked at me like that. I looked into his eyes. In my previous life, I sat in this room all night, waiting until dawn and he still did not return—he ran to Tuy Tien Lau to drink flower wine. I waited all night, cried all night, feeling like my life was over. Later I learned that that night he went to Tuy Tien Lau to meet an underground intelligence leader.