Although Gu Shuisheng agreed outwardly, he couldn't help but feel indignant inside. After all, when young people get angry, they often resort to drowning their sorrows in alcohol. On the day before the wedding, he was still wandering the streets with a wine jug.
Gu Youyou happened to come across him while heading to Xiguang Residence. Seeing Gu Shuisheng's hopeless look and the smell of alcohol on him, she couldn't help but feel sympathy.
"Gu Shuisheng?"
Gu Shuisheng stopped and turned to look at Gu Youyou.
Gu Youyou looked at Gu Shuisheng, sighed softly at the wine jug in his hand, and said, "Why bother? Isn't this self-inflicted? If you don't want it, even as the new Top Scholar, the Zhang Prime Minister can't force you to marry the young lady of the Zhang Family."
Gu Shuisheng, having drunk, looked a bit flushed.
Listening to Gu Youyou's words, he was slightly taken aback, then sneered sarcastically and said, "What else can be done if not this? Watch Zhang Shiyu die?"
