Chapter 9 — Sister Married to the Emperor, Forcing Me to Marry a Playboy, No One Knows He is a Hidden Dragon

The voice got farther and farther away. The electric door closes. I turned around and bowed to Co Hanh.

“Your Majesty, can I return my husband's innocence?”

Co Hanh looked at me. His voice was very tired.

“Tell Tan Dien Chi… I know.”

I withdrew from Kim Loan Palace. The moment I stepped out of the palace gate, the sunlight was so bright that it made me squint my eyes a bit. The steps are very long, we go down step by step. The wind blew the hem of his shirt. In my previous life, I died in that great fire. In this life, I step on the steps of Kim Loan Palace and step out. Sister, back then you said—“Why do all the good things happen to you?” Depends on us choosing the right person. And you don't. After the news of Tham Chieu Hoa's detention spread, the entire capital exploded. The queen, in collusion with merchants, cut off military provisions, and sold them to the Huns— If this is not a common enemy, then what is a common enemy? On the court, the cries of the queen became louder and louder each time. Co Hanh did not immediately retire. It's not because he still has feelings for Tham Chieu Hoa—but because the queen's death is related to the country, she needs to go through all the necessary steps. But everyone knows, Tham Chieu Hoa is done. At this moment, Tham Trong Vien arrived. He knelt in front of the door of the old man of the Tan family in the capital, from early morning until dusk. An old man over sixty years old, wearing old official robes, gray hair, knelt on the cold stone surface, his knees hitting each other with a "thud thud" sound.

“Uan Ninh, please open the door.”

“Uan Ninh, please.”

“My sister—she is my biological sister—”

Thanh Hoa stood behind the door, turned to look at me.

“Miss…”

I sat on the main street, holding a cup of tea in my hand, the heat on the surface of the tea had completely dissipated. Tham Trong Vien's voice came from outside the door sound by word, dry and hoarse, like a broken clay pot leaking water.

“Uan Ninh… I beg you… she is your biological sister…”

I put down the tea cup. Get up, go to the door. Tham Trong Vien knelt outside the doorway and looked up at me. He has aged a lot. His hair is more than half as white as in my memory, his eye sockets are sunken, his lips are dry and chapped. The moment he saw me, tears immediately welled up in his eyes, his hands reaching out to grab the hem of my dress—

"Uan Ninh! I know it was wrong! I shouldn't have treated you like that back then—"

We take a step back. His hand shot into space, frozen in place.

“Father.”

My voice is very calm.

"You kneeling here, do you want me to go and beg Your Majesty to spare you, sister?"

“Yes—yes!” He nodded repeatedly, "Now that I am the general's wife, I can even say a few words in front of His Majesty—my sister is confused, she is being blinded—"

“Being blinded by someone?”

I squatted down and looked straight at him.

"Father, sister used the Queen's seal to communicate with the salary merchant. Each letter was written by her own hand. The military salary she cut down was forty-seven thousand stones—enough for the border guards to eat for two years."

“That food was sold to the Huns. The Huns ate their fill and then attacked the city. The dead were my husband's soldiers.”

"She was not blinded. She wanted to borrow the sword of the Huns and kill my husband."

Tham Trong Vien's lips trembled, unable to speak.

“Father.” I stood up, bowed my head and looked at him.

“That year when people stuffed When I entered the palanquin, someone once said something—‘Uan Ninh is not the face of the Tham family'.”

His body suddenly trembled.

“Do you still remember?”

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

“At that time, I knelt on the ground and begged you, but you didn't even look at me.”

My hand is placed on the door frame.

“You kneel before my door.”

“I've looked at you too.”

Then we close the door. The sound of the wooden door closing was very soft. Tham Trong Vien knelt outside the door, his whole body seemed to have been stripped of its bones, slowly hunching down. He didn't call anymore. Just kneeling there, old tears streaming down his face, his shoulders shaking. Phuong Nghi Cung. Tham Chieu Hoa has been detained for ten days. More than half of the eunuch's palace maid has left, leaving only two maids left. There wasn't enough coal for the fire, the window was leaking air, so she put on an old robe and sat in front of the bronze mirror. The face in the mirror— Deep sunken eye sockets, prominent cheekbones, dry, cracked lips.