Ya Chen was paralyzed from the waist down, but his hands were still very agile. He picked up the laurel wreath and carefully placed it on her head, whispering by her ear, "Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you."

Then, with the support of his bodyguards and servants, he sat back in his wheelchair and took Jiayi’s hand.

Jiayi felt like a marionette on strings, pressured by Xuan Yu’s threatening gaze on the left and Ya Chen’s tender approach on the right.

Without her own thoughts, she was slowly led by Ya Chen to the center.

*——*

Meanwhile.

Outside the castle’s grand gate.

In the night, a line of black Lamborghinis, like domineering lords of the skies, roared along the winding roads unique to S Country from afar.

The polished steel bodies of each car reflected a chill, hard light under the cover of night.

There were no fewer than seven cars.

At the bottom of the castle’s slope, the Lamborghinis came to a stop one by one.

There was a stark contrast between the castle’s classicism and the modernity of the luxury cars.

It was as if the ancient and the modern had collided, creating a heart-stopping scene under the night sky.

The lead car’s door slowly rose.

Long legs stepped out, touching the ground.

The man’s silhouette was cast on the ground, elongated and sharp.

After adjusting his bespoke suit, the man walked directly towards the castle’s main entrance.

The others in the cars also got out, all young men in suits and leather shoes, all following the figure in front.

The duty guard noticed the strangers’ arrival and called out from his sentry box, "Are you here for the banquet? Do you have an invitation?"

"Invitation? Never needed one," the man scoffed like a wraith.

What invitation? He was used to being recognized on sight.

His arrogant demeanor seemed to dismiss the castle before him, and the family within S Country renowned for their tight security seemed of no concern.

The sentry guard froze, noting the man before him didn’t seem like a local. Just as he was about to report, the head of the guard, hearing the commotion, had already come out.

The captain, responsible for the security of the castle and the safety of the Ya Family, hadn’t even reached peak anger when he caught sight of the approaching entourage and paused in surprise.

The captain, often accompanying Ya Qianhuai on visits and meeting foreign dignitaries, and accustomed to grand scenes, certainly knew the man before him was no ordinary character.

"You are—"

A man in a black suit stepped forward and whispered a few words.

The captain swallowed hard and, with his subordinates, ran straight inside.

——————

Inside the banquet hall.

The Royal Family’s engagement ceremony was about to begin.

Butler Pei cleared his throat, "Now, I shall officially announce on behalf of the Ya Family—"

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the door!

The castle’s guards rushed in, led by a very serious-looking man.

The guests recognized the head of the Royal Family’s security detail, and a hubbub ensued.

What’s going on? What happened—

"What’s the matter?" Butler Pei’s face changed.

The captain approached and said something to Ya Qianhuai and Butler Pei.

The faces of Ya Qianhuai and Butler Pei both shifted in response.

After a moment, Butler Pei addressed the crowd, "The banquet ends here today. Ladies and gentlemen, please return home, except for Miss Chu of the third branch."

The guests were stunned and incredulous.

What’s happening? Who has arrived?

Isn’t the Crown Prince currently being engaged to his future Crown Princess? What’s the meaning of this sudden interruption?

Chu Yanhan’s expression also changed: "Butler Pei, what exactly has happened, why isn’t it continuing—"

Xuan Yu also had a bad premonition.

Butler Pei glanced at Ya Qianhuai: "Mr. Chu and Mrs. Chu, please stay. Everyone else, please feel free to leave."

Since the host had issued an eviction order, even with a thousand questions, those present could only swallow them down and leave, one after the other, led by the Ya Family’s servants.

In just a few minutes, the once bustling banquet hall was empty.

Ya Chen didn’t know what had happened, but he held Jiayi’s hand tightly, not wanting her to worry: "Don’t be afraid."

For some reason, Jiayi’s heart skipped a beat as she anticipated something until finally, the sound of footsteps approached from the entrance, and a familiar figure appeared before her eyes.

Her anticipation had turned into reality!

Surrounded by a group of entourage, Huo Zhenyang stepped in.

He had a tall and sturdy stature, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, commanding a presence that could captivate one’s soul. His eyes, however, were dark and menacing at the moment, like a wild beast ready to pounce and devour its prey.

She never expected that he would come directly to the Royal Family of S Country.

The moment Xuan Yu saw Huo Zhenyang, her face also changed. This devil-like man had actually come to S Country so quickly and had the audacity to come directly to the Ya Family.

Is there anything in this world that he fears?

Chu Yanhan seemed to have guessed something and asked sharply, "Is he Huo Zhenyang?"

Xuan Yu nodded.

Huo Zhenyang’s gaze fell directly onto the interlocked hands of Ya Chen and Jiayi, and the Pigeon’s Blood Ruby engagement crown on Jiayi’s head that signified the Crown Princess.

A cold smile spread across his thin lips, curling into an arc that sent shivers down one’s spine: "Little Kitten, did you run away all the way here to marry this blind, paralyzed invalid?"

This man often whispered "Little Kitten" in her ear.

Sometimes with affection, sometimes with rage, sometimes teasingly, sometimes flirtatiously.

But today, it was undeniably bone-chillingly cold.

Runaway?

Hadn’t she asked Xuan Yu’s bodyguard to send a text and give him a heads-up?

Suddenly, she realized, glancing at Xuan Yu.

Xuan Yu had never allowed the bodyguard to send the message!

Although it was just a text message, she knew that to Huo Zhenyang, its significance was too great!

Sent, at least it would mean she kept him in her heart!

She could understand his fury now.

She had already run away once, causing him to turn heaven and earth upside down, almost searching the entire China.

So, this time, her sudden disappearance without any notice—he would have no doubts that she would run, because she already had one "previous offense"!

Xuan Yu used a piercing gaze to stop Jiayi from doing anything.

All her explanations, she couldn’t let spill out; she could only lower her head, trying her best not to look into his eyes that were inflamed with anger.

"Who are you, and are you talking to my fiancée? Where is the military police? Father, why don’t you have someone drive him away?"

The young man’s cool voice broke the awkward silence.

No one expected that the first to speak up would be Ya Chen.

Huo Zhenyang slightly raised his perfectly contoured chin, glancing at the feeble young man in the wheelchair with a sneer: "Who am I?"

Turning to Ya Qianhuai: "The nineteenth generation, why don’t you tell your crippled son who I am."

The nineteenth generation?

This address shocked everyone!

Although it’s an egalitarian, modern society, and the monarchy has declined, the country he was stepping on was still S Country!

This man, blatantly neglecting the hierarchy of rank and dignity, scorning royal authority, dared to call Ya Qianhuai—"The nineteenth generation"!