As Xia Qingyue removed her veil, she stepped closer, her expression unreadable.
Then, without hesitation, she raised her delicate, jade-like palm and extended two fingers toward my chest.
Oh, hell no.
Before she could make contact, I vanished.
By the time she blinked, I had already teleported to the edge of the room. My anti-scrying ability flared instinctively, not just blocking her action but ensuring that if she had succeeded, she would have died on the spot.
Her hand remained in mid-air.
She frowned slightly, clearly confused.
"What…?"
To her, it was a simple, harmless touch. But to me? That was a death sentence. Not for me—but for her.
Had I overreacted? Maybe.
But did I regret it? Absolutely not.
If I had been even a second slower, my wedding night would have turned into my wife's funeral.
She lowered her hand, staring at me with narrowed eyes.
"So… you're not actually crippled." That was her conclusion.
I let out a small chuckle, forcing my heartbeat to settle. "Oh, wifey, didn't I already say? I can walk, can't I?"
Her confusion deepened. But more than that—
For the first time that night, I saw something flicker in her gaze.
Not suspicion.
Not hostility.
But something far more dangerous.
Curiosity.
This marriage was about to get very complicated.