Chapter 248: The Former King’s Banquet

Yu Zhuo turned his pupils subconsciously upon hearing the voice. The golden door of the temple carved with Roman patterns opened inwards. Outside, there was a bright white light, and one or two overlapping figures were seen walking slowly towards this side.

"Greetings to the late king—"

The attendants and ministers around all knelt down when they saw the blurry figure. They touched their chests with one hand and saluted respectfully towards the door.

Seeing this, Tamo's expression changed slightly, the corners of his lips curled up, and his eyes revealed an undisguised gloom.

The guards below were all kneeling in two rows. He glanced down and saw that Yu Zhuo at the very edge was still standing there without moving.

He stood there in a daze, as if he was seeing this kind of scene for the first time. Everyone was kneeling, but he was standing alone, which made him stand out.

Tamo narrowed his eyes and slowly shook the wine glass in his hand again.

This idiot was so stupid that he found it pleasing to the eye.

Yu Zhuo still stood there without moving. He was far away from the door, and his mind went blank after hearing some heavy sounds of the ground pressing.

Zhou Yanshu is completely different from him. He is a rare top-level Omega. Whether in the spiritual realm or physical quality, he can compete with a high-level Alpha.

But now he was sitting in a wheelchair in a pure white mermaid wedding dress. His blond hair, though carefully combed, was dull in color and still half-curled and hanging down on his side.

The heavy mermaid mask seemed to press his face so hard that it hurt. The lower half of his face that was exposed was extremely pale, and his lips were slightly closed, transparent with a hint of red.

It was the same outline in Yuzhuo's memory, but it had changed a lot for no apparent reason.

Yu Zhuo stared motionlessly at the wheelchair under Zhou Yanshu. His long legs were barely covered by the blanket, with only a pair of leather shoes showing underneath.

...Can’t leave?

The more I think about it, the more confused my mind becomes.

Zhou Yanshu was pushed closer and closer by his attendants. He saw Yu Zhuo when he entered the hall. At this time, he raised his silver eyes and his gaze cut across Yu Zhuo's face inch by inch like a cold knife.

Yu Zhuo immediately retracted his gaze, lowered his head, and then knelt down to pay respect to Zhou Yanshu like the others, "I pay my respects to the late king."

"I am not worthy of your kneeling." Zhou Yan lowered his eyelashes, the coldness in his eyes had not faded. He raised his chin and said sarcastically, "Queen, please stand up. The ground is cold, don't kneel."

As he spoke, he stretched out his pale arm and pressed Yuzhuo's shoulder.

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

He was about to stand up when he suddenly felt a severe pressure on his shoulder, which prevented him from moving.

Yu Zhuo's body paused, he raised his eyelids uncertainly, and saw that only the lower half of Zhou Yanshu's face was exposed, his expression remained the same.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Yanshu raised the corners of his lips slightly, looking at Yu Zhuo with a half-smile, "Get up."

He said this, but the strength in his hands did not decrease at all. Yu Zhuo was pressed on the shoulders and half-knelt on the ground. It didn't take him a moment to realize that Zhou Yanshu was trying to show off his power.

Everyone around was secretly observing their situation. Yu Zhuo held Zhou Yanshu's wrist, and he also used some strength to slowly move Zhou Yanshu's hand away from his shoulder.

"Late King, the ground is indeed very cold. I'm sorry to have worried you." Yu Zhuo stood up, pinched Zhou Yanshu's thin hand bones, and spoke in a low voice.

Zhou Yanshu suddenly pulled his wrist back, the corners of his lips curled up in a half-sarcastic, half-cold smile.

"Okay, okay, today is Yanshu's wedding day. Stop kneeling and stand up." Tamo sat on top with his chin propped up. He glanced at the two people below and pointed at Zhou Yanshu from a distance.

"Yan Shu, Yu Zhuo is not from our mermaid tribe. He has been outside for a long time and doesn't understand our internal rules. You don't have to treat him like this."

Tamer narrowed his eyes and said, "You two will be a family from now on. You are an Omega, so you can't let him kneel to you every day. It will hurt our relationship."

Zhou Yanshu's expression did not change. He did not even look at Yu Zhuo. He just said to Tamo calmly, "I know. Just like you and I are cousins, these red tapes can naturally be omitted."

Tamo paused for a moment, sneered, and said, "Of course."

Zhou Yanshu was a stubborn man, and it was impossible for him to kneel down and bow to Tamo in front of so many people at the wedding.

Tamo did not continue to force him. He was already very unhappy with the marriage he arranged for Zhou Yanshu. If he continued, it was possible that Zhou Yanshu and he would end up in a fight.

Tamo stood up, walked down from the throne, and said, "I will not interfere with your wedding. The time is almost up, you can go in."

At the deepest part of the temple is a statue of the sea god, which has existed for tens of thousands of years. The mermaid royal family of all generations would come here to pray and receive the grace of the priests before their wedding.

Yu Zhuo walked through the damp stone wall corridor. He had been here a hundred years ago. Now when he entered again, he found that the air inside was even colder than before.

The priest in charge of the ceremony had already prepared everything. Yu Zhuo walked in and turned around to see Zhou Yanshu sitting motionless in a wheelchair, his thin lips tightly pursed, his expression obviously unhappy.

The statue of Poseidon stood on the stone wall in front. It had waist-length hair and a kind face. The water along the wall flowed slowly down along his body and finally sank into the river below.

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

Zhou Yanshu sat stiffly in the wheelchair. He raised his eyes to look at Yu Zhuo, the edge of the wine glass turning white with his fingertips.

At this point, Omega must obey Alpha's instructions. Facing the Sea God Ancestor in the temple, he cannot act recklessly.

But now he can't stand up at all.

If this Yu Zhuo deliberately humiliated him and let someone hold him up...

Zhou Yanshu closed his eyes, holding the armrest of his wheelchair with one hand, and mentally estimated how long he could hold on.

"Don't you want to drink?" Zhou Yanshu's nerves tensed up, his pupils rolled, and he saw Yuzhuo half-kneeling beside his wheelchair without him knowing when.

The pair of bright golden pupils looked at Zhou Yanshu in a sticky and greasy manner.

"I'm going to spit it out soon, I think it's poisonous." Yu Zhuo lowered his voice, glanced around, and continued through the cover of his sleeve, "Don't drink it either."

Zhou Yanshu was stunned. He pinched the stem of the wine glass suspiciously and leaned closer to Yu Zhuo.

Their arms crossed, Zhou Yanshu lowered his eyes and leaned forward, sniffing Yu Zhuo's scent with the tip of his nose.

Yu Zhuo noticed Zhou Yanshu's actions, but did not react as if he saw nothing.

He had already applied the inhibitor patch to himself before leaving the house. The pheromones in this body smelled of bitter almonds, which was not pleasant, and he did not want Zhou Yanshu to smell it so early.

Zhou Yan's sparse silver eyes darkened, his pure white and thick eyelashes drooped, and he felt that a tiny piece of soul fragment in his mind was trembling and responding.

...So that's how it is. The last piece of the core fragment is in Yu Zhuo's body.

Zhou Yan raised his sparse silver eyes, tilted his head back, and the smooth lines of his neck were clearly visible.

Yu Zhuo had just put the wine glass to his lips when he looked at Zhou Yanshu. He saw his Adam's apple rolling and he actually drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Yu Zhuo: “……?”