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Chapter 107 The Man Who Killed You

Yun Fuzhao knew, of course, that it wouldn't end well; the corpses in the secret room were the best proof of that.

But her intuition told her that to unlock this secret realm, she had to start with the marriage.

"Thank you, I understand." Yun Fuzhao patted the back of her hand. It was already quite difficult for Xiao He to take such a risk to speak up. "However, I have my reasons for doing this."

Xiaohe bit her lip, "Are you out of your mind? The prince will forbid outsiders from entering or leaving on his wedding day, and there will be secret guards patrolling the mansion. At that time, you won't be able to escape Anyang Prefecture even if you have wings."

"Even the bridal chamber will have hidden guards?"

"No, I don't know. But I heard the prince mention that he enjoys the process and doesn't like being watched by others."

Enjoy the process?

It can't be that they enjoy the process of killing.

Yun Fuzhao asked for some more details before letting Xiaohe leave.

The latter looked at her in disbelief, his eyes clearly saying, "I've never seen anyone so eager to die."

There was no point in saying more. Yun Fuzhao only hoped to break through this secret realm as soon as possible. The gate to the next secret realm only appeared after defeating the guardian beast in the first three stages.

If this were the tenth party, they would probably have to kill Nan Jing, the guardian beast, to find a way to leave.

For the next two days, Yun Fuzhao remained calm and did not leave her room. Nan Jing was very satisfied with this and would occasionally send fine jewelry to her room.

They treated her so well they practically fed her themselves.

Nan Jing has a good appearance and a good personality. He is also very generous. Yun Fuzhao suspects that many of the female corpses in the secret room were deceived by his gentle and considerate appearance.

As time passed, Yun Fuzhao finally arrived at her wedding day.

Early in the morning, she was told by the scarred maid that she could not leave the house all day, and that all sharp objects in her room had been removed.

"Where is Xiaohe?"

She hadn't seen her since yesterday. Today, on this joyous day, she was supposed to be the one to style her own hair.

The scarred maid said coldly, "She's been sent to do something else."

"Why? Isn't she my personal maid?"

The scarred maid chuckled, "It's her fault for saying things she shouldn't have."

Yun Fuzhao was stunned; the maid's face clearly showed malice.

A sense of unease welled up inside me; could something have happened to Xiaohe...?

However, before she could think it through, the scarred maid urged her again, "Hurry up and change into your wedding robes, don't delay the prince's business. Being able to marry our prince is a blessing you've accumulated over eight lifetimes."

She roughly dressed Yun Fuzhao in a complicated and heavy wedding robe, pulling the belt down to the limit.

Yun Fuzhao almost choked on his breath. So, people in ancient times got their A4 waists by stretching...?

She stared at the scarred maid, "You've said so much, could it be that you like the prince?"

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, the scarred maid's face changed drastically in anger. "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

"Oh, you guessed right."

Yun Fuzhao didn't know what she was thinking. Xiaohe had clearly said that Nan Jing was not a good person. How could this maid not know that?

"Yes! I like Your Highness! So what? It's none of your business, you dying man!"

Yun Fuzhao was too lazy to argue with her; being love-struck was no good.

Driven to desperation, the scarred maid threw down her load and left in a huff.

Yun Fuzhao was happy to have some free time and leisurely drew her eyebrows.

Listening to the commotion outside, Yun Fuzhao knew that Nan Jing probably hadn't invited anyone else. She quietly poked a hole in the window paper and saw only busy servants outside; the palace was indeed decorated quite properly.

Except for the absence of guests, it was no different from a real wedding banquet.

Yun Fuzhao silently sat back down; there was absolutely no need to make her wait a whole day.

She didn't know what Nan Jing was up to, and all she could do for now was wait for the right opportunity.

As the sun set, Nan Jing finally pushed open her door.

It was clear that Nan Jing had dressed up deliberately; his long black hair was tied up high with a hair crown, revealing his smooth and full forehead. His features were deep and three-dimensional, yet his eyes held a thin layer of icy coldness.

To be honest, his aloof and unapproachable appearance was completely at odds with the personality he feigned. Yun Fuzhao had this feeling the moment she saw him; he gave off a very strong sense of disconnect.

He and Yun Fuzhao were wearing the same bright red wedding robes. If Yun Fuzhao hadn't known his true identity, she would have thought that the two of them had truly tied the knot.

"Fuzhao."

His expression, softened by the candlelight, appeared exceptionally delicate and gentle. Nan Jing smiled and asked, "Why aren't you wearing a veil?"

His reminder made Yun Fuzhao realize that she had previously thought it was too much trouble and planned to cover it up when the time was right, but later, when she got bored while waiting, she started eating the fruits on the table and forgot about it.

Yun Fuzhao scratched his face. "Should I cover it up now?"

“No need,” Nan Jing said, moving closer. “We don’t need to be so formal between us.”

He hooked a strand of Yun Fuzhao's black hair and asked gently, "Do your mermaid tails only appear when you're underwater?"

Yun Fuzhao didn't know about this either, but she certainly couldn't say that, so she replied directly, "Unless there are special circumstances, that's how it is."

"But I've heard that merfolk also show their fish tails after drinking alcohol."

"Is that so, Your Highness? Where did you hear that?"

“That’s what the fishermen by the sea said.” Nan Jing stared intently at her. “You’re not human after all. On this joyous day, I want to see your true face.”

Yun Fuzhao vaguely sensed his purpose, "Does Your Highness want to see my fishtail?"

Nan Jing nodded, then casually picked up the wine pot from the table and poured a cup for Yun Fuzhao, handing it to him with practiced ease. "We're going to drink the nuptial wine too."

Yun Fuzhao took it and moved closer to Nan Jing, "Then come on, Your Highness."

The latter seemed surprised by her initiative, gave her a deep look, and reached out his hand.

Their arms intertwined, closing the distance instantly until their breaths mingled. Yun Fuzhao's eyes flashed, and she was about to raise her hand to stab the hairpin hidden in her sleeve towards the neck of the person in front of her when a sudden sound interrupted her movements.

"Yun Fuzhao!"

Yun Fuzhao looked over and saw Yu Ze, dressed in a black robe, coldly staring at them.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of her.

Without saying a word, he started fighting with Nan Jing.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

What's even more surprising is that Nan Jing, who was in a wheelchair, was not at a disadvantage at all.

It was clearly spiritual energy rising from his body!

Yun Fuzhao was stunned. What was going on? Wasn't he a human? How could he have spiritual energy?

Before she could even think it through, a cold and eerie aura whispered in her ear, "Kill him."

She instinctively thrust the hairpin behind her, but there was no one there.

Hell?

Nan Jing asked casually, "Who are you?"

Yu Ze sneered, "The one who killed you."