Ghost Matchmaking: Ghost Emperor Husband and Campus Queen Wife

Yun Zhenyue slowly made her way toward the private room on the second floor.

Si bit her lip lightly, following close behind.

As she brushed past the Ghost Shopkeeper,

her gaze held an unseen chill.

The Ghost Shopkeeper broke out in a cold sweat, his back already soaked through.

He was filled with regret.

’If I had known, I would have told those hooligans to keep it down!’

"Hm?"

Yun Zhenyue opened the door but hadn’t even stepped inside when she saw the utter chaos within the private room.

The room’s decor was not nearly as luxurious as the private booths on the third floor.

The table was laden with bizarre foods—rotten fish and spoiled meat.

Most of the dishes had only been picked at.

Empty wine bottles were piled everywhere, creating a mess all over the floor.

An indescribable stench hung in the air.

The carpet was sticky with spilled liquor.

As soon as Yun Zhenyue stepped on it, her brow furrowed slightly.

She looked toward a corner.

There, the musician hired to perform had a bright red handprint slapped across his cheek.

And the "low-class dancers," as the Ghost Shopkeeper had called them, were a group of five women in disheveled white clothes. Most looked terrified and hopeless, while others were filled with grievance, enduring the humiliation.

Across from them...

...was a group of grotesques, dressed in fine silks and feasting on delicacies, all dead drunk.

They were laughing and joking, spouting filthy, unfiltered language.

"Shang, you’re losing your touch. These little mice won’t even give you face."

"N-Nonsense! Who dares disrespect me? I’ll kill her right now!"

"Then go on. Just don’t get your head smashed with a wine bottle again."

"Get out of my way... I’m going to teach them a lesson today!"

The drunken grotesque they called Shang had a dazed look in his eyes. He was clearly drunk, swaying as he walked.

He was the one who had booked this room, and he always paid for the food and drinks.

The other grotesques were merely his underlings.

A little while ago, in high spirits from drinking, they had called for a group of dancers to liven things up. Shang took a liking to one of them, demanding she drink with him, and took the opportunity to pull her into his arms and grope her.

If she had been a grotesque dancer, he might have shown some restraint.

After all, they were just performers, and forcing himself on one would violate the laws of the Ghost City.

But these were just a bunch of "little mice."

Shang grew bolder and bolder until he tore the dancer’s clothes. She was already terrified, and in her panic, she tried to flee, but he held her fast, preparing to force himself on her.

The musician tried to stop him and was slapped so hard he was knocked out for a good while.

The other dancers tried to intervene, only to be dragged away by his underlings.

At that critical moment!

The lead dancer, in a moment of desperation, smashed a wine bottle over his head.

The atmosphere instantly fell deathly silent.

Of course,

as a low-level Fierce Ghost,

getting hit on the head with a wine bottle by a human didn’t hurt him at all.

But Shang felt utterly humiliated.

Especially in front of so many of his lackeys!

Shang’s shame turned to rage. He decided he wouldn’t let any of them go; he would torture them in the most vicious way possible, playing with them until they died.

But just as he was staggering slowly toward them,

CLICK~

he saw the door open.

His hazy eyes fell upon a beautiful, unfamiliar woman.

Even in plain clothes, she was countless times more beautiful than any of these dancers!

’And by the looks of it, another little mouse?’

’She came right to my doorstep.’

Shang was overjoyed.

...

At that moment,

when they saw the Ghost Shopkeeper waiting obsequiously behind Yun Zhenyue,

the grotesques who hadn’t drunk much sobered up instantly.

They were perceptive enough to have leeched off Shang for wealth and status by constantly flattering him.

The Ghost Shopkeeper owned this entire tavern, and his patrons were all from the upper echelons of the Ghost City. One could only imagine his connections. Even to Shang’s father, he wouldn’t need to be this humble.

A person who could make him bow and scrape like this!

Was definitely someone they couldn’t afford to offend.

In an instant, they all shut their mouths.

Just then,

"Were you being bullied?" Yun Zhenyue walked to the corner and asked the lead dancer softly.

"A-Are you from the Dragon Country?"

"Yes."

Hearing this, a hint of confusion appeared in the lead dancer’s eyes.

She didn’t know who Yun Zhenyue was.

Or why she would interfere.

But she could see that Yun Zhenyue was dressed plainly; she couldn’t be anyone of power or status. By getting involved now, she wouldn’t be helping them at all, but only dragging herself into the mess.

The lead dancer had already resigned herself to death.

She had thrown the bottle only to stop the drunken grotesque, never expecting to hit his head and escalate the conflict. As a human who dared to provoke the powerful in the Ghost City, her life was basically forfeit.

"I’m fine, thank you for your kindness. It’s dangerous here, you should leave quickly!"

Thinking this, the lead dancer quickly stepped forward, blocking Shang’s view as she urged Yun Zhenyue to leave.

She was frantic!

Especially to meet a kind compatriot in what she believed were her final moments!

She didn’t want Yun Zhenyue to die here for nothing!

Even though her own face was covered in bruises.

This was from the bottles the grotesques had thrown at her afterward.

But at that moment,

Shang stumbled over to the two of them.

He leered at Yun Zhenyue, his breath reeking of alcohol. "What a... what a pretty little mouse. Are you their friend?"

"I’ll tell... tell you the truth!"

"They’re in big trouble today. Not a single one of them is getting away!"

"If you want to save them, you... you come here. As long as you do as I say, I’ll let them go."

As he said this,

he immediately reached out to grab Yun Zhenyue’s arm. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

At that instant!

Before Shang could succeed!

A cold shadow materialized at Yun Zhenyue’s side!

"—BANG!!!"

With a tremendous sound!

Shang’s head was struck as if by a speeding train. His entire body shot backward like a meteor, slamming violently against the wall!

"BLECH!"

The kick made him spit out a mouthful of black blood, and he vomited up all the alcohol in his stomach!

The black blood and vomit went right up his nose, choking him. He collapsed to the ground, his body racked with excruciating pain, all his ribs broken. He couldn’t breathe and was completely stunned!

Si lowered her right leg, her expression impassive.

Her exquisite cheongsam slowly covered her fair thigh.

Seeing this, all the dancers’ eyes went wide!

They couldn’t believe someone would actually dare to risk attacking the drunken grotesque!

After all, he only dared to be so outrageous because he had a powerful backer!

"This..."

A cold sweat broke out on the lead dancer’s forehead.

’Now it’s a fight to the death.’

’To be able to send that drunken grotesque flying with a single kick, this grotesque in the cheongsam must be incredibly powerful. At least a Crimson-robed Ghost!’

’For that girl who intervened to have such a subordinate is truly impressive, at least outside the Ghost City!’

’But it’s useless here!’

’Inside the Ghost City, status and power are what matter!’

The more help she received, the heavier the burden on the lead dancer’s heart became.

’I can’t let the flame of the Dragon Country be extinguished here!’

With firm resolve, she clenched the fabric of her dance dress.

She only hoped that after she submitted to the drunken grotesque, he would let the other girl go.

Steeling herself, the lead dancer pleaded with the other grotesques, "I’m willing to serve Shang myself. Can you please let them go? My friend didn’t know who Shang was, she didn’t mean to do it."

"..."

Silence!

Unexpectedly!

The group of grotesques had no reaction to her words!

The expressions on their faces were utterly terrified!

They looked more like the bullied dancers themselves.

Each of them had pupils constricted, beads of sweat rolling down their temples, and the muscles in their faces trembled so much they couldn’t make a sound.

It was because they all recognized the one who had sent Shang flying with a single kick!

It was the City Lord’s secretary, Lady Si Qin!

No one in the Ghost City didn’t know her face!

Lady Si Qin was a known Evil Star!

And she particularly despised those who broke the rules!

If she got serious,

she could kick Shang to death like a stray dog on the street with a single blow!

’Seriously?’

’She was asking them to let Lady Si Qin go?’

’Who was supposed to be letting who go?’