Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

Yu Zhuo paused, a look of confusion appearing in his eyes. He frowned but still only held the wine in his mouth without swallowing.

He can't be as naive as Zhou Yanshu.

Zhou Yanshu withdrew his hand, and he and Yu Zhuo placed the wine glasses back on the table before returning to their original positions.

“He didn’t drink.” Zhou Yanshu clasped his hands together and placed them loosely on the blanket on his lap.

As he spoke, his silver eyes glanced casually at Yu Zhuo beside him: "He just told me on purpose that he was going to go out and throw up."

Yuezhuo: "?"

"Perhaps he doesn't want to marry me and is just trying to humiliate me."

Yu Zhuo: "..."

This jerk not only ruins his own life, but also makes things difficult for others.

Yu Zhuo glanced up and saw the mermaid priest holding the torch's expression change drastically. He immediately swallowed the nuptial wine in his mouth.

"I don't know what the late king meant by saying these words." Yu Zhuo turned his eyes and said calmly, "I drank all the wine. By the Sea God, you must not slander me without evidence."

He spoke without any discomfort, clearly having swallowed the wine in those one or two seconds.

Zhou Yanshu looked at him, snorted coldly, and didn't react.

The priest stood upright on the steps, and seeing this, he had already guessed seven or eight parts of the actual situation.

This deliberately arranged wedding lacked any royal dignity and was filled with indifference and sarcasm.

Zhou Yanshu's situation is special, needless to say. He was arranged to remarry immediately after waking up, and his partner was a low-level Alpha. He probably already harbors deep hatred for Yu Zhuo. The two of them...

The priest sighed. He knew Zhou Yanshu's methods, and at this moment he could only pray that Yu Zhuo, this tabby cat from the shore, could live a few more days.

Yu Zhuo and Zhou Yanshu went through the ceremony briefly before concluding the Sea God Wedding.

Zhou Yanshu, unable to attend the second half of the event due to paralysis in both legs, returned to her bridal chamber early. Yu Zhuo still needed to go outside to offer toasts to the royal family to express his gratitude for His Majesty's bestowal of marriage.

When Zhou Yanshu left, the attendants outside had already departed. They had received instructions to leave the palace at precisely the right time, leaving Zhou Yanshu alone in his wheelchair.

Zhou Yanshu is paralyzed in both legs and has difficulty walking, requiring assistance to enter the palace. Now that his attendants have all left, it is undoubtedly a deliberate attempt to embarrass him.

Before Yu Zhuo could leave, he stepped out the door, glanced around at the surrounding scenery, and then stopped in his tracks.

Zhou Yanshu didn't hesitate too much. When he went out and saw that no one was around, he slowly moved his wheelchair forward. Yu Zhuo followed behind him, taking a step forward with him every time Zhou Yanshu moved forward a certain distance.

Zhou Yanshu had already noticed something. He withdrew his hands and glanced at Yu Zhuo out of the corner of his eye: "Watching the show?"

“No.” Yu Zhuo looked away. “The road is too narrow, you’re blocking my way.”

Zhou Yanshu's expression turned slightly cold: "Then you should take a detour."

"You're really domineering. You think you can walk this road by yourself?" Yu Zhuo found it amusing. Zhou Yanshu always spoke sharply to others, and now he was experiencing it for himself.

“Hey, I can carry you back. How long are you going to keep pushing like this?” Yu Zhu bent down and leaned closer to Zhou Yanshu, trying to see the subtle expressions on his face. “How about it? I’ll help you if you apologize to me.”

Zhou Yanshu raised an eyebrow: "I'll apologize to you?"

"Shouldn't you have done that? That wine... those words... I told you everything, and you betrayed me in the blink of an eye. Do you think that's right?"

The corridor lights flickered, and Yu Zhu bent down, casting a light shadow on Zhou Yanshu's thighs.

Zhou Yanshu turned his face to the side, closed his eyes, and said, "Did I say something wrong? You still threw up, didn't you?"

Yu Zhuo had lived in dozens of worlds, and he knew exactly how to spit out water after drinking it and which acupoints to press. He had learned everything from Shen Yu.

"That's because I'm smart, otherwise I would have been tricked by you." Yu Zhuo hooked the hem of Zhou Yanshu's clothes and whispered, "If you tell me you were wrong and will never do it again, I will forgive you and hug you."

Zhou Yanshu: "..."

This plot seems different from what he's encountered before.

Zhou Yanshu's hand, half-hidden in his sleeve, was cool. His mind was in chaos, and he only remembered that most of the soul fragments he had encountered in the past who were struggling to survive were indifferent and never took the initiative to approach him.

The mark on Yu Zhuo's body is quite unusual.

Looks like we need to change our strategy.

Zhou Yanshu lowered his eyelashes, his upper lip taut on the lower half of his face, and after a long while he uttered only one word: "...No."

Yu Zhuo sensed the coldness on his skin. He looked at Zhou Yanshu, who quickly pulled his sleeve back and didn't make a sound.

Yu Zhuo sighed inwardly. Zhou Yanshu's legs were weak and unable to move, remaining lifelessly clasped together. It was impossible to estimate how long it would take to repair them.

Yu Zhuo stood up, and just as he was about to speak, he caught a glimpse of a mermaid figure landing at the corner of the corridor.

There were guards spying in the shadows.

"You..." Yu Zhuo's words suddenly changed. He grabbed Zhou Yanshu's wheelchair and pulled him over violently, his voice rising sharply, "What I say goes! I'm your Alpha, do you even know that?!"

Zhou Yanshu nearly fell to the ground. He gripped the armrests of his wheelchair tightly and said coldly from the shadows, "Yu Zhuo—"

Yu Zhuo completely ignored his gaze and resistance. He took two steps forward and picked up Zhou Yanshu, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty: "Don't waste my time."

Zhou Yanshu gripped Yu Zhuo's arm tightly as Yu Zhuo lifted him up by the waist, his legs, which had lost all feeling, dangling in the air.

He looked up at Yu Zhuo, only to see that Yu Zhuo's expression remained cold and stern as he whispered to him, "Someone's here."

Zhou Yanshu gripped Yu Zhuo's hand tightly and then released it. He didn't say a word, pursed his lips, and stopped struggling.

Their figures quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor, leaving only an empty wheelchair in place. The guard leaned against the wall, observing the surroundings until all was quiet, before turning and leaving.

Yu Zhuo carried Zhou Yanshu back to the bridal chamber. The decorations inside were far less glamorous than those outside; only a few "double happiness" characters were pasted up, and nothing else was left.

“Mr. Yu, His Majesty is still waiting for you. You cannot…” The guard standing outside the door seemed to have rushed over. He was panting and looked into the room.

Yu Zhuo had just put Zhou Yanshu down; his body was so weak that he leaned against Zhou Yanshu's neck to breathe. Zhou Yanshu sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, his face tense, his suppressed emotions hard to decipher.

The attendant nearly exploded on the spot, but he forced himself to repeat, "Mr. Yu, His Majesty and the guests outside are waiting for you. You mustn't do this."

Upon hearing the guard's voice, Yu Zhuo turned his gaze in that direction. Without thinking too much, he stood up and said, "I'll go now."