Bizarre: Forced into an arranged marriage, his wife turns out to be a demon emperor?

Chapter 62 The Capital, I've Brought A-Jiu Home

The scholar shook his head: "Miss, there is a difference between men and women, and it is late at night. It is improper for you to do this all the time."

"What's wrong with the ceremony? My father said that when I come of age, he will betroth me to you."

The woman waved her hand dismissively and handed the osmanthus cake through the crack in the window.

"Eat quickly, and when you're done, I'll take you to a nice place."

The scholar couldn't refuse her, so he took the osmanthus cake and took a small bite.

Very sweet.

The scene changes.

It was a huge mansion that was brightly lit.

Red lanterns were hung everywhere, and large red "double happiness" characters were pasted on the walls.

But the atmosphere was not festive; rather, it was suffocatingly oppressive.

The scholar, dressed in a brand-new bright red wedding robe with a red flower pinned to his chest, should have looked spirited and radiant, but his face—

The area above was a deathly gray.

He was pinned down in a grand chair by two servants, unable to move.

Standing before him was a middle-aged man with a dignified face.

That was the woman in red's father.

"Lin Che, I thought you were a well-educated, sensible, and grateful person, which is why I betrothed my daughter to you."

The middle-aged man's voice was as cold as iron.

"I never imagined you would dare collude with the rebels and plot a rebellion! You're going to drag my entire family down with you!"

"I didn't!" the scholar roared, his eyes bloodshot. "I just—I just couldn't bear to see the people suffer, so I and a few classmates—signed a petition—"

"shut up!"

The middle-aged man slapped him across the face.

"Even now, you still dare to argue!"

"I'll spare your life out of consideration for our future relationship as father-in-law and son-in-law."

"But from this day forward, you and my daughter have nothing to do with each other whatsoever! Guards, throw him out!"

The servant dragged the scholar away.

The scholar struggled desperately, shouting his heart out towards the inner hall.

"Red dress! Red dress!"

no respond.

The last scene.

It was a raging fire that stretched into the sky.

That once brightly lit mansion is now being devoured by merciless flames.

In the firelight, shadowy figures could be seen, and cries and the clashing of weapons filled the air.

The scholar rushed towards the sea of ​​fire like a madman.

-

He was held tightly in someone's arms.

"Young Master Lin! Don't go! Those are soldiers ransacking your house! Going there will only be suicide!"

"Let me go! Let me go!"

The scholar struggled, his eyes glowing red in the firelight, his tears long since dried.

Just then.

He saw it.

Amidst the sea of ​​fire, a red figure slowly emerged.

is her.

She wore an elaborate and gorgeous phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, the most beautiful bridal makeup he had ever seen.

But there was not a trace of joy on her face.

Only endless sorrow and resolute determination remain.

She looked at him, across the raging flames and across countless soldiers wielding steel knives.

Her lips moved.

The scholar understood her lip movements.

She said: My husband, see you in the next life.

Then, she turned around and resolutely walked back into the sea of ​​fire that had burned everything to ashes.

"No-!"

"No!"

Lin Che suddenly sat up in bed, panting heavily.

Cold sweat soaked his back.

He looked around blankly.

The familiar, eerie yet opulent bedroom.

Outside the window, there was no rain, only a thick, blood-red moonlight.

-

It was a dream.

Everything that just happened was just a dream.

But why is that heart-wrenching pain, that agonizing despair, so real?

It was so real that there were still traces of tears clinging to the corners of his eyes.

"Husband, you're awake?"

A soft voice sounded in my ear.

Lin Che turned his head.

Su Hongyi sat by his bedside, quietly watching him.

In her small hands, she held a bowl of dark, pungent-smelling herbal medicine.

Seeing Lin Che wake up, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and placed the bowl on the bedside table.

"Did you have a nightmare? You kept shouting."

"I—" Lin Che's throat went dry, "What did I shout?"

Su Hongyi looked at him, her pure eyes reflecting the blood moon outside the window, as well as his pale face.

Her expression was one that Lin Che had never seen before, a complex mix of sadness, expectation, and fear.

She reached out and gently stroked Lin Che's cheek, her movements as tender as if she were touching a fragile treasure.

"You shouted—"

Her voice trembled almost imperceptibly.

"————A-Jiu".

"Ah Jiu".

Su Hongyi's voice was very soft, with a hint of timid probing and a trace of grievance that she herself did not realize had been buried for thousands of years.

These two words, like a key, pierced into the depths of Lin Che's chaotic mind, turning a rusty lock.

The raging fire that consumed everything in his dream, the resolute figure in red, and the silent words "See you in the next life" once again washed over his nerves.

A sharp, throbbing pain shot through my chest.

It wasn't a physical injury, but a scar on the soul.

He looked at Su Hongyi before him, at her eyes reflecting the glow of the blood moon. The innocent charm of the girl in his dream contrasted sharply with the coldness of the Ghost Emperor before him. The two faces began to overlap.

So it wasn't a dream after all.

It is memory.

It was a past he had forgotten, etched deep within his soul.

"You—" Lin Che's throat was a little dry. He wanted to ask something, but found that all the words were stuck in his throat.

Ask her if she is the lady in red?

When asked why she had become like this,

How long did she wait?

These questions all became insignificant when I saw the cautious anticipation in her eyes.

"I—I remembered some things."

In the end, Lin Che simply reached out and gently wiped away the streak of crimson blood on her cheek with his fingertips, blood that did not belong to her.

"Not many, but very important."

Su Hongyi's body trembled almost imperceptibly.

A layer of mist instantly filled those pure eyes—not ghostly mist, but real water vapor.

She didn't speak, but simply grabbed Lin Che's hand, pressed it against her face, and tried to feel the warmth that didn't belong to an inanimate object.

What SSS-level Demon Emperor? What Yandere Empress?

At this moment, she is simply a child who has found her lost treasure.

Lin Che grasped her cold little hand in return, feeling a wave of weakness wash over his palm.

The aftereffects of borrowing power are still there; every cell in my body is protesting.

But he still managed to sit up.

"We have to go."

"Where to?" Su Hongyi asked, her voice filled with deep dependence. "Wherever my husband goes, I will go."

"To the capital."

Lin Che's gaze passed through the bedroom door and landed on the deathly silent hall outside.

There were two living people there.

The memories in his dream made him understand many things.

Why him of all people? Why did Su Hongyi become entangled with him?

That wasn't a coincidence; it was destiny.

What he owed her was not just a ghost marriage, but a real bridal sedan chair and a grand wedding.

Now, something strange has happened, and chaos has arrived.

The "immortal" from the Xu family, and the so-called Kunlun, both demonstrate that the waters of this world are far deeper than he imagined.