Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

Li family.

Inside a magnificent white palace, a man dressed in a white crane jade robe stood at the front of the palace. He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the distance, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Master, today is the auspicious day for the marriage between the Zhang and Jiang families. Shall we set off now?"

A disciple in a silver-white robe with gold patterns knelt behind Li Tianyun, awaiting his instructions.

Li Tianyun raised his eyes, his gaze becoming more profound as he looked into the distance, and said, "No rush. That lord instructed us to arrive at the appointed time; now is not the time."

Li Tianyun dared not disobey the man's words, after all, since he had been a part of the Li family, the secret techniques and treasures he had given them had made the family's strength rise to its zenith.

However, that person seemed to have some thoughts about Jiang Yueming, and gave him a lot of advice on how to obstruct the marriage between the Zhang and Jiang families.

He especially instructed Jiang Yueming to appear and make a move at the most opportune moment.

It should not be too early, nor too late.

"Could it be that Jiang Yueming has some kind of relationship with you, sir?"

Li Tianyun lowered his eyes slightly, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face.

……

The Zhang family.

Inside a side room, a large, bright red love knot hangs on the wall, and all kinds of decorations are in bright red and auspicious colors, while the faint fragrance of daffodils permeates the air.

"Miss, today is your big day, but you don't seem happy at all."

A maid in green was tidying up Zhang Yuqian's long, beautiful hair. Noticing the worry on her brow, she moved her lips slightly.

Looking at her beautiful face reflected in the bronze mirror, Zhang Yuqian's lips curled into a bitter smile. She whispered, "Xiao Qing, if the price you pay for your marriage is the lives of all the people of the entire Dizhou, would you still be happy?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Qing paused for a moment while holding the wooden comb, then relaxed her brows as if to breathe a sigh of relief: "I thought it was because of Young Master Jiang, Miss."

"Young Master Jiang?" Zhang Yuqian asked, puzzled.

Xiao Qing explained with a smile, "Rumor has it that Jiang Yueming of the Jiang family is a notorious good-for-nothing. If Miss were to submit to him, wouldn't that be beneath her dignity?"

Zhang Yuqian seemed to sigh and rub her forehead, then looked up at Xiao Qing: "Have you ever seen Young Master Jiang?"

"No," Xiao Qing shook her head, but her hands continued moving without stopping.

"Then why do you think Young Master Jiang is a good-for-nothing?"

Xiao Qing blinked and said softly, "I...I only heard about it."

"Everyone in the entire Imperial State knows this, his reputation as a good-for-nothing has been around for a long time."

Zhang Yuqian lowered her gaze, pursed her lips, and did not respond to Xiao Qing's words.

Judging from Xiao Qing's behavior, she suddenly realized something: first, she went hunting with Jiang Yueming to build up his reputation, and then they distributed the game meat together to make the people of Dizhou remember his kindness.

It seems all of this was in vain.

The impression that he was a good-for-nothing among the people of Dizhou was still hard to erase.

Perhaps only winning the Saint-Saëns Championship can completely change everyone's opinion of him.

But participating in the Holy Grail War was difficult enough for him, let alone winning the championship.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuqian couldn't help but rub her throbbing brows with her delicate hands, letting out a sigh in her heart.

She initially thought she was the only one with no choice in the matter, but as she spent more and more time with Jiang Yueming, she suddenly realized that his situation was even more difficult than hers.

At least she was still a prodigy of the Imperial State, renowned and respected by all.

Despite the family's numerous restrictions on her, she had finally enjoyed a few years of freedom while guarding the border.

But Jiang Yueming was different. That night, she wanted to go back and discuss something with him, but she found him asleep in the square.

It turns out that the huge Jiang family had no place for him!

It's clear that he must have suffered a lot in the Jiang family over the years. Compared to her, Jiang Yueming was probably the one with less choice.

"Miss! Miss, what's wrong?"

Xiao Qing combed Zhang Yuqian's hair and noticed her face gradually turning sad, so she asked with concern.

Today is a joyous occasion for the Zhang family, and at this crucial moment, their young lady absolutely cannot be allowed to get into trouble, otherwise she will surely become a laughing stock in front of all the guests.

"I'm fine, it's just that we often feel like we have no choice but to do things," Zhang Yuqian said with a smile, patting Xiao Qing's hand.

Seeing Zhang Yuqian's smile, Xiao Qing breathed a sigh of relief, her expression thoughtful: "Since Miss is alright, I have a question I'd like to ask you."

Ask away, I'll answer anything you know.

Zhang Yuqian agreed to Xiao Qing's request without hesitation.

Xiao Qing bit her lip, as if carefully considering the weight of her words, and said, "Now that Miss is getting married, does Miss still have even a shred of thought for Young Master Jiang?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuqian was stunned. The image of the confident smile of the boy under the moonlight that night flashed through her mind, and her cheeks gradually flushed red.

"I...I don't know either. Right now, my heart is filled with the safety of the people of the Imperial State. Perhaps I can't tolerate him."

After a long while, Zhang Yuqian came to her senses, a bitter smile on her lips.

"Oh," Xiao Qing suddenly smiled deeply, and said as if she understood but not quite, "Then tell me about Young Master Jiang, Miss."

"Ah? What could Young Master Jiang possibly have to do with this?"

"For example, what was your feeling when you first met Young Master Jiang, Miss?"

Zhang Yuqian raised her eyes slightly, paused for a moment, and then parted her red lips slightly: "The first time... it seemed like he was looking at me then."

"I don't really feel anything anymore, I just think he's kind of dull."

When she asked Jiang Yueming if he was her fiancé, he did indeed seem a bit dazed and confused.

He seemed surprised at that moment, but quickly calmed down.

"Alright, Miss, your hair is all styled."

Zhang Yuqian gazed at her reflection in the bronze mirror, her black hair piled high, her golden phoenix crown gleaming. She picked up a slender eyebrow pencil with her nimble fingers and said, "Okay, thank you, Xiao Qing. I can do the rest myself."

"Then I'll wait for you outside," Xiao Qing said, slowly backing away.

"Okay," Zhang Yuqian replied softly, continuing her delicate work.

She draws her eyebrows in front of the mirror; her eyebrows are as far-reaching as mountains. Crimson rouge tints her lips, and her face is lightly flushed.

After tidying up, Zhang Yuqian rose slightly, pulled a cold dagger from the cabinet and hid it in her red sleeve, then moved towards the door with graceful steps.

She's prepared to threaten suicide!

Now that the marriage arrangement is about to be finalized, she doesn't know if Jiang Yueming has come up with any solutions. If he can't, then she'll just have to make do with the marriage arrangement for now.

After the marriage, she immediately entered the Bloodlust King Realm. Once she emerged alive from the King Realm and gained the ability to control her own destiny, she would secretly dissolve the engagement with him.

Of course, this is assuming we can get out...

Even if he can't come out, it's a good thing for him. Without her, Jiang Yueming has no need to marry into the family.

……

At the entrance of the Zhang family's residence, a joyous scene unfolded, with several servants smilingly greeting the guests who had come to the banquet. People came and went from the Zhang family's residence in an endless stream.

Jiang Yueming, dressed in a red gown, followed the Jiang family procession to the gate and waited quietly for Zhang Yuan to come out and greet her.

"Cousin Yueming, I'm afraid I'll never see you again."

Jiang Hui slightly opened his ink-wash landscape fan, raising a gentle breeze, and patted Jiang Yueming on the shoulder.

Jiang Yueming smiled at Jiang Hui, and said meaningfully, "Perhaps we'll have a chance to meet again at next year's Holy Competition."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Haoheng glanced at him impatiently, his disdain and contempt written all over his face.

Upon hearing the word "Saint-Sai," Jiang Xue's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a mocking smile inadvertently appeared on her lips.

That sacred competition isn't something just anyone can participate in. For him, a son-in-law, to want to participate? That's simply wishful thinking!