Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

Upon hearing the sound, Yu Zhuo instinctively turned his pupils. The golden doors of the temple, carved with romantic patterns, opened inwards, revealing a bright white light outside. He saw one or two overlapping figures slowly walking towards them.

"Greetings to the late King—"

Upon seeing the blurry figure, the surrounding attendants and ministers all knelt down, placing one hand on their chests and bowing respectfully towards the door.

Upon seeing this, Tamor's expression changed slightly. He curled his lips and revealed a gloomy look in his eyes without any attempt to conceal it.

The guards below were all kneeling in two rows. He glanced down and saw that Yu Zhuo, who was on the far right, was still standing still.

He stood there dumbfounded, as if seeing this scene for the first time. Everyone else was kneeling, but he stood out conspicuously.

Tamer narrowed his eyes and slowly swirled the wine in his glass again.

This idiot is so stupid that he finds him pleasing to the eye.

Yu Zhuo remained standing still. He was far from the door, and after hearing some heavy thuds, his mind went blank.

Zhou Yanshu is completely different from him. He is a rare top-tier Omega. Whether in the mental realm or in physical ability, he can rival a high-level Alpha.

But now he was sitting in a wheelchair, dressed in a pure white mermaid wedding gown. His blond hair, though carefully combed, was dull in color and still trailed half-curled at his side.

The heavy mermaid mask seemed to be pressing painfully on his face; the lower half of his face was deathly pale, and his lips were slightly closed, translucent with a hint of red.

It is the outline in Yu Zhuo's memory, yet it has changed a lot for no reason.

Yu Zhuo stared motionlessly at the wheelchair beneath Zhou Yanshu, whose long legs were loosely covered by a blanket, revealing only a pair of leather shoes underneath.

...Can't leave?

Yu Zhuo's mind was in a state of confusion.

As Zhou Yanshu was pushed closer by his attendants, he saw Yu Zhuo as soon as he entered the hall. At this moment, he raised his silver eyes and his gaze swept across Yu Zhuo's face inch by inch like a cold knife.

Yu Zhuo immediately withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and belatedly knelt down to pay his respects to Zhou Yanshu, just like the others: "Greetings to the late King."

“I cannot accept your kneeling.” Zhou Yanshu lowered his eyelashes, his eyes still cold, and raised his chin with a mocking tone, “Your Majesty, get up. The ground is cold, don’t kneel.”

As he spoke, he reached out his pale arm and pressed it against Yu Zhuo's shoulder.

The veins on his palms were clearly visible. Yu Zhuo looked at Zhou Yanshu's well-defined facial features and blinked: "Thank you, former king."

As he was about to get up, he suddenly felt a heavy weight pressing down on his shoulder, preventing him from moving.

Yu Zhuo paused, then uncertainly lifted his eyelids, only to see Zhou Yanshu's lower half of his face, which remained unchanged.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Yanshu's lips curled up slightly as he looked at Yu Zhuo with a half-smile. "Get up."

He spoke, but the strength in his hands didn't lessen at all. Yu Zhuo was forced to kneel on the ground by his shoulders, and it didn't take long for him to realize that Zhou Yanshu was trying to intimidate him.

People around them were secretly observing their situation. Yu Zhuo grabbed Zhou Yanshu's wrist and used some force to slowly remove Zhou Yanshu's hand from his shoulder.

"Your Majesty, the ground is indeed very cold. I'm sorry to have worried you." Yu Zhuo stood up, grasped Zhou Yanshu's thin hand, and said in a low voice.

Zhou Yanshu abruptly pulled his wrist back, a half-sarcastic, half-cold smile curving his lips.

"Alright, alright, today is Yan Shu's wedding day, you all stop kneeling and get up." Tamo sat on top, propping his chin up, and glanced at the two below, pointing at Zhou Yan Shu from a distance.

“Yan Shu, Yu Zhuo is not one of us mermaids. He has been outside for a long time and doesn’t know many of our rules. You don’t need to treat him like this.”

Tamer narrowed his eyes as he spoke: "You two will be family from now on. And since you're an Omega, you can't let him kneel before you every day. That would hurt your relationship."

Zhou Yanshu's expression remained unchanged. He didn't even look at Yu Zhuo, but simply said to Tamo in a calm voice, "I know. Just like you and I are cousins, these formalities can naturally be skipped."

Tamo paused slightly, then chuckled coldly and said, "Of course."

Zhou Yanshu is a tough nut to crack; there's absolutely no way he'd kneel and bow to Tamo in front of everyone at the wedding.

Tamo did not press the issue further. He was already extremely dissatisfied with the arranged marriage that Tamo had made for Zhou Yanshu, and if things continued to this point, it was not impossible for Zhou Yanshu and Tamo to fight to the death.

Tamer stood up, stepped down from the throne, and said, "I will not interfere with your wedding. The time is almost up. You may go in."

Deep within the temple stands a statue of a sea god, which has existed for tens of thousands of years. Throughout history, the mermaid royal family has come here to pray and perform rituals before their weddings, receiving the blessings of the priests.

Yu Zhuo walked through the damp stone passageway. He had been here a hundred years ago, and now, entering again, he found the chill inside to be even more intense than before.

The priest in charge of the ceremony had already prepared everything. Yu Zhuo walked in and turned to see Zhou Yanshu sitting motionless in his wheelchair. His thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his expression was clearly displeased.

The statue of Neptune stands in the rock wall in front of him. His hair reaches his waist, and his face is gentle. The water flowing along the wall slowly follows his figure and eventually disappears into the river below.

After listening to the mermaid's prayer, Yu Zhuo opened his eyes, took the nuptial wine prepared by the priest, and turned to face Zhou Yanshu.

Zhou Yanshu sat stiffly in his wheelchair, looking up at Yu Zhuo, his fingertips gripping the rim of the wine glass so tightly that it turned white.

At this point, the Omega must obey the Alpha's instructions. Within the temple, facing the ancestral sea god, he cannot be allowed to act recklessly.

But he can't stand up at all now.

If this Yu Zhuo deliberately humiliated him, making someone help him stand up...

Zhou Yanshu closed his eyes, gripping the armrest of his wheelchair tightly with one hand, mentally estimating how long he could hold on.

"Aren't you going to drink?" Zhou Yanshu's nerves tightened. His pupils shifted, and he saw that Yu Zhuo was kneeling beside his wheelchair at some point.

Those bright golden eyes stared at Zhou Yanshu with a sticky, affectionate look.

“I’m going to throw it up in a bit too, I suspect it’s poisoned.” Yu Zhuo lowered his voice, glancing around out of the corner of his eye, and continued, using his sleeve as cover, “You shouldn’t drink it either.”

Zhou Yanshu was taken aback. He suspiciously gripped the stem of the wine glass and leaned closer to Yu Zhuo.

Their arms crossed, and Zhou Yanshu lowered his eyes and leaned down to sniff Yu Zhuo's scent.

Yu Zhuo noticed Zhou Yanshu's actions but acted as if he hadn't seen them and didn't react.

He had applied a suppressor patch to himself before leaving the house. His body's pheromones smelled of bitter almonds, which wasn't pleasant, and he didn't want Zhou Yanshu to smell them so early.

Zhou Yanshu's silver eyes darkened, his thick, pure white eyelashes drooped, and he sensed a tiny fragment of his soul trembling and reacting within his mind.

...So that's how it is. The last core fragment is on Yu Zhuo.

Zhou Yanshu raised his silver eyes and tilted his head back, revealing the smooth lines of his neck.

Just as Yu Zhuo brought the wine glass to his lips, he looked at Zhou Yanshu and saw his Adam's apple bob as he downed the wine in one gulp.

Yu Zhuo: "...?"