"Lelia·Pendragon, she doesn't know." With a low tone, the old man turned black and white, as if it was a sad historical event.

Yuye started to seriously pay attention to this old man who had been sitting by the rocks all along.

A fishing rod was inserted into a rock crack not far away to secure it, and the old man sat casually on the rock. His eyes were bright, indicating that he was fishing here.

His gray hair was neatly groomed, and beneath the wrinkles were a pair of blue, narrow eyes that had a clarity that did not belong to the elderly.

He wore a tattered sleeveless coarse linen shirt, and on his arms, one could see many battle scars left from his youth. Yuye guessed that the old man had been on the battlefield or experienced bitter fights before.

However, Yuye shook his head indifferently and said, "I don't want to hear about the second princess's dark history."

The otherworldly youth was a guy who didn't play by the rules. Even a fool could tell that this old man was extraordinary. Shouldn't he be carefully listening and triggering the quest at this time?

As expected, the old man almost coughed up blood. He pounded on his chest to smooth out his breathing, angrily said to Yuye, "Hey, you idiot, can't you even let an old man chatter?"

Everton was depressed. He had intended to give Yuye one more chance, but now that seemed impossible.

Seeing Yuye, who had his arms crossed and looked fed up and wanting to sleep, the old man was so angry that his beard was about to blow away.

Yuye glanced at the old man and then pursed his lips.

"Old man, you look like you're still strong, so don't just yammer like an old woman. If you have so much energy, why not climb a mountain or go rock climbing, or even go to a city of romantic encounters for a soul-stirring adventure?"

"You little brat, how dare you talk to me like that!?" The old man was momentarily stunned, feeling as if he had returned to the past, when someone didn't treat him as a future king and even often criticized him for his pranks.

"Uh..."

Oh right, anyone who could stay here must not be an ordinary person.

Only then did Yuye come to his senses.

So he became more cautious, eyeing the old man, who was fuming with anger, with a wary look.

"Sir, are you famous?"

"Back in my day, I..." Before he could even start, Yuye waved his hand to interrupt him.

"Never mind, it seems like your abilities have nothing to do with me."

The old man had been about to launch into a rant about his glorious past but was abruptly cut off with a single statement. He almost choked on his own saliva.

"You ungrateful little brat!"

Yuye shrugged his shoulders and changed the subject.

"What are you doing here, sir?"

"Of course, I'm fishing. Wait, don't try to change the subject."

"Are there really fish here?"

"Of course there are. Wait, don't try to change the subject." Yuye expressionlessly sat down beside the old man.

"Sir, I'm about to die, and you can't even give me a chance to reflect on my life?"

The old man looked puzzled, then dumbfounded.

"Are you dying... What's going on? Do you have an incurable illness?"

My god, my daughter is going to be a widow!?

Turbulent thoughts raced through the old man's mind, and his hair became completely disheveled in the noisy wind.

"No, my body is strong, and I rarely get sick." Yuye slouched and looked at the shimmering lake surface with a heavy heart.

"However, I'm accidentally involved in a fraud scheme, my enemies are too powerful, so I, a good person with no background and no strength but full of responsibilities, have to become the scapegoat."

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

The old man shook his head, sighing that he must be getting old, as he couldn't keep up with the young man's erratic thinking.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. All you need to know is that the young people around you are about to die, and you should calmly send them off with your eyes." Yuye's spirit weakened as he spoke.

"Maybe it's better to die. After all, in this kind of ghost place..."

"Young man, don't be so negative. If you have any problems, you can tell me. Maybe I can help."Night Rain glanced at the old man, hope rising in his eyes only to be extinguished again. He slumped down, all the strength seemingly drained from his body. "Forget it, it's no use, sir. I've offended the second princess this time. My life is thoroughly ruined. I'm about to be executed."

Night Rain had already envisioned the king's expression when he learned that his daughter had been messed with by a man of unknown origin. He would definitely be furious, and with a wave of his hand, would order the guards to swing their swords and kill him. Death might be a good thing; maybe he would wake up from this nightmare.

"Young man, can you tell me in detail about your experiences? I still have some authority here, and maybe I can help you." Night Rain looked at the earnest old man, who seemed to really want to help him. A warmth surged in his heart, and he began to recount the events of that night.

"...I was drinking at the time, and my mind was a mess. I didn't expect that kind of thing to happen." Night Rain found a confidant in the old man, perhaps the last person who cared about him before his death, and talked endlessly, with just a small change in the story.

According to the second princess Lelia, Night Rain actually did nothing that night. It was Lelia's own initiative from beginning to end. However, admitting this would indeed damage the reputation of the second princess, which was contrary to Night Rain's principles. Besides, if only the woman took the initiative, it wouldn't happen if his own body did not cooperate.

In conclusion, even if he wasn't the principal offender, he was an accomplice who assisted in the crime. He might as well take the blame, Night Rain thought righteously. Other than being sentenced, there seemed to be no other option. Marriage? Forget it, being single would be better; he chose to be single.

The old man who had listened to Night Rain's words stared at his face for a while before laughing, as if he saw something incredibly funny. But in the old man's words, it was a relaxed and happy laughter.

"Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha..." "What's so funny? Show some sympathy." "I just find you quite interesting, and you're not a bad person."

Not a bad person, of course. Night Rain was about to show off when he suddenly changed his expression, leaping back several meters, covering his chest with both hands, and looking at the old man with full vigilance.

The old man was baffled by this series of actions. "Sir, I'm not up for it." "Even if I'm going to die, I have no intention of selling my body. Of course, if it were a beautiful woman, that would be another matter, but not for a man."

The old man, who had had some affairs in his youth, finally understood what Night Rain was talking about. He was so angry that he stumbled and hurt his knee. "I have no interest in men!" Night Rain still didn't believe him and continued to stare at the old man, subtly maintaining a five-meter distance.

"He even calls himself the king; there must be something wrong with his mind." Night Rain muttered, but the old man heard it, and his fingers started trembling. In the end, he pointed at Night Rain and couldn't say anything. "You infuriate me!"

The old man turned and left, looking like an angry child. Night Rain was then taken to a grand hall. The figure on the throne terrified him. "Sir, you really are the king!" Night Rain originally thought that since the old man lived in the castle, he might be a retired official or gardener, but his estimation was completely wrong.

His face turned green with fear. First, he offended the princess, and now he had angered her father. He was courting death. Night Rain shivered uncontrollably.

His unreasonable behavior made the second princess, who was standing nearby, cover her face with a look of mortification. The first princess was not present, but the third and fourth princesses were there. The third princess, who had caught Night Rain in the act, was now even more unimpressed with him, her face cold and expressionless.

As for the fourth princess, a young girl, she blinked her big eyes, full of curiosity about Night Rain. Perhaps she thought he was amusing because no one had ever dared to talk to the king like this before.Teeth trembling, Everton almost ran down to beat this guy up, but in the end, he held back and ignored YeYu's rudeness. The king extended his finger to make a judgment.

"I hereby announce that this young man from the East, NanGong YeYu, and my daughter, the second princess of non-Aorikesi, Lelia·Pandragon, are engaged to be married and will hold the wedding ceremony in three days."

The king's announcement resounded throughout the hall. Even though there were only soldiers and royal families in the hall at the moment, the news would soon spread to the royal capital, to the noble families of the nine territories, and to the ears of the kingdom's people.

At this moment, in the hall, the two people involved in this matter were shocked, with bewildered expressions—

"What?!?!"

"What fuck!"

One was staring in disbelief with wide eyes, while the other covered their forehead in a ghostly manner.

PS: I'm sorry for the recent unstable updates. I have to go for an internship today, but I will try my best to update regularly. Also, I hope that readers who like it can give it a like.