On the ship, Jiang Hao looked at the silent death guard before him with a smile.
The man remained silent.
He knew, yet he didn’t understand, unable to accept it just yet.
It was fine for others to become the prince consort, but how could it be Him?
Why Him?
He was just like himself, a death guard. Even if he had protected the princess, how could he—
How could he not feel unworthy?
“Do you have a problem with me being the prince consort?” Jiang Hao asked the death guard before him.
“Are you really... Him?” the death guard asked.
“Absolutely.” Jiang Hao affirmed.
The death guard frowned. “But I remember Him being mute.”
“I just didn’t like to talk back then. Not liking to talk and being unable to talk are two different things,” Jiang Hao said confidently.
The death guard was still reluctant, but finally turned to look at Hong Yuye.
Hong Yuye nodded and said, “He is indeed my husband.”
Hearing this, the death guard felt the world spin. The princess, someone so lofty and proud, had actually gotten married. And not only that, but she had married a fellow death guard—Him.
They were all death guards. Why Him?
He felt utterly helpless.
In the end, he looked at Him—Jiang Hao—and reluctantly bowed. “Greetings to the Prince Consort.”
Jiang Hao smiled faintly.
“How curious.”
“What’s curious?” Hong Yuye asked.