After Faking a Disability, I Married the New Chief Sentinel 84

Chapter 84: The Wedding

With the decrease in the concentration of cataclysmic factors, many cataclysm zone boundaries had begun to shrink. Continuous sunny days had replaced the gloomy and rainy ones, and the tides were also slowly receding.
The outposts in the Undeveloped Zones could finally start the work that had accumulated for many days. The soldiers were so busy that their feet didn’t touch the ground, but their faces were filled with excited smiles, without a trace of dissatisfaction or fatigue.
The residents of the Central Districts were tentatively resuming their normal lives. The most technologically advanced Imperial Capital was also repairing the buildings damaged in battle, while at the same time dispatching teams to various places to provide assistance.
After the Emperor’s death, the mystery surrounding him was also made public. Some felt sorry for him, while others felt that since things had come to this, this was the best ending and answer.
The pollution in the Imperial Capital gradually dispersed, and the Sentinels with lighter contamination were all gradually getting better. The Royal Guard was revitalized, and many of the noble families that frequented the palace were the same. This time, the Xu family, where Xu Mengwei was from, and the Yi family, which had always been in the limelight, were the first to stand up and stabilize the other families. Even because the incident had come so suddenly, and Yi Chengli had made a great contribution to the family, after a period of tossing and turning, he had actually returned to the center of the family, and had also matured a lot.
The Emperor had many living relatives, among whom were many outstanding brothers, sisters, and the next generation. As soon as the position of the ruler of the Empire was vacant, many ambitious nobles and ministers began to cautiously probe.
However, no one would be so foolish as to cause trouble at a time like this, and cause great damage to the self-repairing Empire. Everyone had reached a consensus that peace was needed now.
—Of course, these had nothing to do with Xu Xunyue and Zhu Hui. The two meritorious officials had no interest in politics. After withdrawing from the battle, they only needed to focus on their sweet, sweet world of two.
Their reputation had reached its peak after the chaos ended, and their movements were closely watched by the public. Although neither of them was a particularly show-off personality, there were still many news reports about their movements and information without crossing the line of privacy.
After the news of Xu Xunyue and Zhu Hui taking pictures by the sea came out, that sea area became the most popular outdoor shooting location and a holy land for couples to date in the Empire. It was needless to say how enthusiastic the tourists from various cities were. What people paid the most attention to was the matter of this bonded Guide-Sentinel’s make-up wedding.
Now, the discussion about them was completely different from when they had just gotten married. A few months ago, there were as many people who were not optimistic and said that the two of them would definitely separate in the end, as there were now, who had multiplied by an unknown number of times, saying that they were the most well-matched pair in the world.
These words were not groundless, nor were they an exaggerated rhetoric—perhaps it was to show off their affection, but Xu Xunyue and Zhu Hui had directly announced their compatibility rating on the eve of their wedding.
The entire network was silent for a moment at the number, which was certified by a special agency and was over ninety, and then it boiled over, sparking a heated discussion that lasted for several days.

[I feel like my memory is messed up, or am I just not well-read? Can the compatibility between a Guide and a Sentinel be improved later in life?]
[There are indeed related books that prove that it is theoretically possible, but I have never seen one that can be improved so much. If I remember correctly, it was 60.01% at the beginning… Was it really 60.01%? Hello? Did I remember wrong? Was that actually something that happened in a parallel universe?]
[So funny, someone has already started to doubt whether there’s something wrong with their mind and eyes. What’s even funnier is that I also suspect myself…]
[Stop thinking about such meaningless details. This is a compatibility of over 95%! It was measured by a professional instrument. How many people in the history of the Empire have a compatibility of over 90%, and how many have a compatibility of over 95%? This is the point, ahhhhhh!]
[That’s true. And even without looking at the compatibility value, the two of them look super good together. And their resumes and merits are also a bit similar, for example, they were both the first in their academy, and they are both the Chief of the Empire or something.]
[Right, right, right. I was very surprised when I heard that Guide Xu had retired. I was quite sad and couldn’t believe it. Fortunately, he regained his identity as the Chief Guide within the three-year limit after this incident. I’m really very happy for him. People who have truly made contributions should receive honor and be remembered by everyone… Now that one of them is the Chief Guide and the other is the Chief Sentinel, it sounds like a good match.]
[To be honest, I’m already thinking of writing something. From the 60.01% that everyone was not optimistic about, they fought side by side, watched over and helped each other, and in the end, their compatibility broke through 95% or something… It’s completely the kind of novel setting with a special sense of fate.]
[If you write it, please send me the link. Thank you.]

Discussions like this reached the top of the Empire’s popularity when the wedding was held.
This wedding was not like many of the celebrities in the Empire, where all the high-ranking officials were invited. But it was held very exquisitely, and all their friends were present.
Regardless of whether they were ordinary people, Sentinels, or Guides, regardless of their age and position, and what kind of intersection they had with each other, they all smiled and sent their blessings at Xu Xunyue and Zhu Hui’s wedding.
Probably even the Emperor himself had not expected that back then, he had only been struggling between lucidity and chaos, and had brought the two most astute and most likely to detect abnormalities together with a marriage contract, but had instead created the bonded pair with the highest compatibility in the history of the Empire, and had later received the congratulations and admiration of countless people.
Luo Mingxu and the head of the Yi family and Yi Chengli, who were sitting next to him, clinked their glasses. Their emotions were visibly high.
Xia Feng, Yu Yuan, and Xu Mengwei and others were sitting at another table. This table was mainly composed of scholars and researchers, and they even drank the wedding wine more gently. As the oldest person at the table, Xia Feng did not put on any airs of an elder. Instead, his entire wrinkled face was blooming with a smile.
He was genuinely happy for Xu Xunyue. They had known each other for nearly eight years. The other had gradually become more composed from a still somewhat green youth with a group of peers around him, but he had also gradually become a solitary traveler.
To be honest, this was something that had to be experienced on the road of growth. Those who survived would definitely have a beautiful resume, but he would occasionally worry about this outstanding student, feeling that although his life was regular, it was too monotonous and lacked vitality.
Xia Feng was a researcher who forgot everything as soon as he started doing research. He didn’t pay much attention to the outside world, and unlike others, he didn’t have a preconceived negative view of Xu Xunyue and Zhu Hui’s marriage.
He only remembered that on that rare bright morning, the other had come to the White Tower after a long absence, knocked on his office door, signed the registration form, and had ticked the “married” box in the marital status.
He had been both surprised and curious at the time, and had said with a smile, “Congratulations, congratulations! Which little Sentinel is it?”
Xu Xunyue had looked down, and while writing the Sentinel’s name in the spouse column, he had said, “His name is Zhu Hui.”
The story had begun from there, and would continue for the rest of their lives.
At this time, the ceremony in the center of the venue had reached its most critical part. The host in a suit announced loudly that the two could exchange rings and kiss.
The Guide and the Sentinel, with their fingers intertwined, exchanged a smile and kissed each other generously under the gaze of the crowd.
The salute cannons fired, colorful ribbons flew, and fresh flowers spread.
Their relatives and friends applauded, and a wave of enthusiastic cheers and jeers erupted around them.
At a certain table, a Guide girl sat in a not-so-conspicuous seat. She was one of the few guests who looked a little tired, but she was also smiling and clapping, her eyes clear and bright.
This was Qiu Shuang.
More than ten days before the wedding, Xu Xunyue and Zhu Hui had first accepted her invitation, and the two of them had attended Qiu Ye’s funeral together.
Yes, a funeral.
Strictly speaking, Qiu Ye’s body had not completely lost its activity. The void of his spiritual landscape was not equal to physical death. His body actually looked quite good on the outside.
However, because he had fought with the contaminated Emperor, his internal organs had suffered irreversible erosion and damage.
The doctors who specialized in treating the body could not cure this hidden injury, and the Guide physicians who studied spiritual problems—such as Qiu Shuang herself—were even more unable to provide any help to the unconscious Qiu Ye. In other words, this former Chief Sentinel, who had experienced many wars, was still suffering from his injuries even though he had lost consciousness.
As Qiu Ye’s only close relative, Qiu Shuang had chosen to pull out the tubes that were maintaining his vital signs.
“I’ve thought for a long time about whether what I did was right… Uncle’s condition was actually very bad before. Maybe he had wanted to go and see his Guide for a long time. He was a Sentinel who was afraid of pain. When I hadn’t awakened as a Guide yet, he would often get injured outside, and when he came home, he would complain to me loudly. Later, when I became a doctor, many of his injuries and illnesses were treated by me.”
As the funeral was coming to an end, the young Guide in a white dress bowed to the two of them amidst the quiet and distant music.
“Thank you for saving him. When my uncle was a consultant at the Sentinel Academy, he always told me that there was a Sentinel student named Zhu Hui in the academy who was very amazing, and that he made him more motivated at work… Although he didn’t have much contact with the captain, he had always admired you. The captain will always be my captain. Without your command, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have been able to return to the Imperial Capital safely to be this palace physician.”
And now, Qiu Shuang had changed into her daily clothes and had come to offer her congratulations with fresh flowers and the goodwill of her relatives.
Joy and sorrow, happiness and misfortune, life and death, existence and meaning… these vast propositions appeared tirelessly in people’s lives, making life seem small and uncertain, and thus making the beautiful times even more precious.
After the hugs and kisses were over, and the two main characters of the wedding had put on each other’s rings, it was soon time for the happy and welcome scene of toasting with their relatives and friends—the specific situation was analyzed specifically. Considering the Sentinel’s physique, it was not impossible to drink juice or milk.
So, the one who was surrounded by more people was still Xu Xunyue.
Zhu Hui still wanted to help him without knowing his own limits, but he was held back by the Guide and had his hair ruffled, which caused a wave of friendly laughter.
Amidst the laughter, Xu Xunyue’s gaze swept over the entire venue, engraving every familiar face in his heart, and finally landed on his Sentinel.
The other was also looking at him, his face as red as if he had been drinking, and his eyes were also bright, looking very kissable.
Xu Xunyue found himself in those amber eyes and realized that his own face was also red.
In such a happy atmosphere, for some reason, many memories floated up.
He remembered how he had frowned and drunk his mother’s soup as a child; he remembered the longing he had when he went to the Imperial Capital alone when he awakened; he remembered the days of studying and training with his classmates at the Guide Academy; he remembered the first time he went to a cataclysm zone; he remembered the first time he killed a cataclysmic being and a teammate; he remembered putting the twelve-year-old Zhu Hui in the infirmary and leaving in a hurry with his equipment.
Along the way, there had been many regrets.
But if he were to say where he had fallen short, the him of that year seemed to have already done very well.
If he had to say the two things he regretted the most, it would probably be the hot soup that his parents had cooked together. On many nights in his youth, he would also want to dream of that taste in his dreams.
Or perhaps it was the rescue eight years ago, when he had met Zhu Hui. If he had taken Zhu Hui away at that time, would his Sentinel have suffered fewer injuries when he was growing up?
However, in the midst of it all, life had created new memories.
Although he couldn’t find the essence of his parents’ soup, Zhu Hui, who loved to cook for him, had added a brand new taste to his menu.
It was hard to describe what that taste felt like in his mouth. It was more abstract than pheromones, but it truly carried an appetite, a picture, and an emotion.
So his mouth could taste it, his eyes could see it, and his heart also knew it.
This kind of taste, Xu Xunyue would always remember.
“Come, come, come. Although you two have been married for a long time, I still want to say happy wedding, and may you live a long and happy life together!”
Luo Mingxu clinked his glass with him and also smiled and gestured to Zhu Hui.
“Thank you,” Zhu Hui looked at the milk in his cup, and after a long moment, he said to Xu Xunyue with some dejection, “Brother, do you want to drink a little of this?” By the way, to sober up.
“Okay.”
Xu Xunyue took a sip from his hand. After he finished drinking, he didn’t leave, but whispered in Zhu Hui’s ear.
“…After the wedding is over, we won’t go out for a while.”
Zhu Hui was obviously happy and responded to him in a whisper.
“Yes, brother. I was thinking the same thing.”

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