"Do you... crave power?"
Half-drunk and half-awake, Shen Yunhao suddenly heard such a voice in his mind.
As a 21st-century college student, he naturally knew the standard answer to this question, and immediately declared righteously, "What good is strength? I crave breasts..."
"Hahaha……"
"The mouse's had too much to drink, it's starting to get horny, haha..."
Hearing his best friends' laughter, Shen Yunhao remained unfazed: "Tch! You've been single for twenty years, and you won't even let me fantasize! Are you all any kind of saints? It's just the pot calling the kettle black..."
"Hahaha... Mouse is so insightful! How about we each chip in and give Mouse a big one tonight?"
"Okay, okay!"
The laughter grew louder and louder, but also became increasingly indistinct, and Shen Yunhao's head suddenly felt very heavy.
The wine tonight seems especially intoxicating.
Before losing consciousness, the voice from deep within my mind came again.
"That's good, you should go back now..."
...
The sixth day of the sixth month in the 4976th year of the Xuanli era.
Tianji Continent, Yunzhou, Linyuan City.
Shen Yunhao had a feeling that he had slept for thousands of years...
"Nonsense! Utter nonsense!"
Shen Yunhao was still dazed when an angry voice came from behind him: "On your wedding night, how can the groom be so drunk? What kind of behavior is this! What kind of behavior is this!"
The speaker was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, his voice heavy with anger.
Provoked by the angry outburst, Shen Yunhao's wandering consciousness instantly returned to his mind, and he slowly opened his eyes.
"Ouch—my head hurts so much… Damn, I drank too much…"
He looked up and around, then stood there dumbfounded.
"Huh? Where is this place?"
After regaining consciousness, Shen Yunhao found himself sitting in a spacious hall. In front of him was a round sandalwood table with several plates of leftover dishes and an overturned wine cup.
"I...I'm not at the bar across from the school? How come..."
"You brat! Are you awake yet?! Get back to your room right now, or if you keep Fairy Ning waiting impatiently, I'll break your legs for your father!"
Before Shen Yunhao could react, he felt his arm being lifted up by a strong force and pulled towards the hallway.
"Hey! Wait! Who are you... Why are you hitting me? Let go right now, or I'm calling the police!"
Shen Yunhao tried to struggle a couple of times, but found that his body, which had just sobered up, was limp and he couldn't muster any strength. He could only be dragged out by force.
"What's the use of holding me tight? You should be holding your wife tight now!"
The middle-aged man clearly didn't take Shen Yunhao's complaints to heart, and soon he dragged Shen Yunhao to a room covered with red silk.
The house was very large, with carved beams and embroidered doors, and had an antique feel, like the villa of a wealthy family in ancient times.
After releasing Shen Yunhao, the man slapped him on the head again: "You brat, watch yourself. Nighttime is different from daytime. People won't tolerate you then. If you keep giving me that deadpan look, you'll regret it!"
Shen Yunhao didn't know what the other person was saying; he was just shouting to himself.
"Who am I? Where am I? I..."
"You're a hammer! Get inside right now!"
After saying that, he quickly "invited" Shen Yunhao into the room.
"Snap!"
The door closed, but Shen Yunhao was still in a daze.
"Wait! Let me think... I remember, it was a classmate's birthday, and I went to the bar across from the school with my best friend. Then I accidentally drank too much, and then... wait? I blacked out!"
"I fucking remember now, those little brats said they were going to get me a big one? Could this be it? Is this a new type of murder mystery game? Or some kind of high-end story-driven experience center?"
Shen Yunhao subconsciously reached into his pocket, only to find his phone missing. He couldn't help but yell angrily, "Damn it! Who stole my phone?!"
Only then did Shen Yunhao notice that he was wearing a festive bright red robe, like the groom's attire in ancient weddings.
Based on what that person had just said, Shen Yunhao came to a bizarre conclusion.
"Judging from this, am I... about to consummate our marriage?"
He began to look around the room.
The room had a standard ancient layout. Shen Yunhao wasn't sure what dynasty it belonged to, but it was furnished with some exquisite furniture and porcelain, along with tables and incense burners, giving it a profound sense of history.
To Shen Yunhao's side, there was a round table covered with red silk, and in front of the table was an ornately decorated embroidered bed, just like the one Shen Yunhao had seen on television.
Most importantly, there was actually a woman dressed in a wedding dress sitting upright on the embroidered bed!
A red veil embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water was draped over her head, obscuring her face; only two small, slender, white hands clasped together could be seen beneath her sleeves.
Holy crap... these guys really went all out this time, they even pulled off a wedding night celebration...
Shen Yunhao was secretly pleased. Since he was already here, with a bed and people around, why not... just follow the plot?
Thinking of this, Shen Yunhao felt a surge of anticipation. He straightened his disheveled groom's attire and slowly walked forward.
"If I remember correctly, it should be time to unveil the veil now... Um, this is my first time playing this, so I'm not very familiar with it. Please don't laugh if I make a mistake, miss..."
"..."
There was no response from the other end, as if they didn't quite understand Shen Yunhao's explanation.
Shen Yunhao also came closer, took the wedding rod from the table, and peered under the veil.
"Why does this feel like a blind date? I haven't even graduated yet, and I'm already at this point?"
While inwardly grumbling, Shen Yunhao eagerly unveiled the small red cloth.
The moment that face appeared before him under the silk cloth, Shen Yunhao suddenly felt that the dimly lit room seemed to have become much brighter.
...
"What? He's awake? That's impossible!"
At this moment, in another guest room of the mansion, a young man dressed in a jade-colored brocade robe slammed his hand on the table, cracking the sandalwood tabletop: "This is absolutely impossible! How could the Soul-Separating Intoxicant that I went to such great lengths to find not even poison a mortal? That kid will never wake up again!"
A middle-aged man stood at the door, his face filled with panic and worry: "Young Master, please calm down! Could it be that this boy drank too little?"
"Hmph! Even a single drop of this Soul-Separating Intoxication would be difficult for a Soul Refining stage cultivator to resist, let alone a mere mortal like him. I think you're afraid of Ning Yuyao's revenge, so you dare not administer the drug?"
Upon hearing this, the man quickly protested his innocence: "Young Palace Master, please investigate! I also believe that boy is completely unworthy of Yuyao! How could I let him succeed!"
"What's the point of saying all this nonsense now? Are you going to go and kill him right now?"
"This..." The middle-aged man's face fell. Even if he had the guts, he didn't have the ability to kill someone in front of Fairy Ning...
The young palace master's face was contorted with rage, and he gritted his teeth: "You bastard! You worthless piece of trash, how dare you lay a finger on the woman I've set my sights on! I, this young master, will make you wish you were dead!"
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