The Ghost King's Mansion.

Yan Mor Calamity, who was originally supposed to go to welcome the bride, was now leisurely stroking his zither in the courtyard.

The sound of the zither was melodious and cheerful, as if it spoke of the joy of the person playing it.

But Yan Qingxuan knew that Yan Mor Calamity was not happy.

Yan Qingxuan let out a light sigh and pushed his wheelchair to Yan Mor Calamity's side.

"It's fine if you don't go to welcome the bride, but you ...