Chapter 1

"Where am I?"

Rubbing his still somewhat tired eyes, Yang Zhe began to carefully observe the surroundings. This was a room with very meticulous decoration, the surroundings were extremely opulent, like a palace.

He remembered that he had drunk a little with a few good friends and then went home to sleep well.

Although he was a bit tipsy, he was not drunk enough to end up in the wrong place and sleep in the wrong bed.

Just as he was puzzled, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Super Movie Black Technology System has detected the host, testing compatibility, please wait..."

"Compatibility test complete, starting binding 1%... 5%... 15%..."

Hearing the voice in his mind, Yang Zhe's eyes widened.

"System? Could it be that I've been transported to another world!"

Indeed, the previous Yang Zhe, as a seasoned otaku, was quite fond of various web novels, and穿越 novels were no exception.

As a basic benefit for a穿越er, a system was essential.

However, he did not yet know what kind of world he had been transported to. But that didn't matter; he began to quietly wait for the system to complete the binding.

Because he knew that all his doubts would be resolved soon.

"Hurry up... hurry up... a bit faster!"

Yang Zhe started to urge the system in his mind.

"System binding complete, congratulations on binding to this system!"

With the system binding complete, the originally mechanical voice turned into a clear and melodious female voice, which was very pleasant to hear.

At that moment, a massive amount of information flooded into Yang Zhe's mind.

Only then did he realize what kind of world he had been transported to.

This was a parallel world identical to Earth, with a technological level about 3 to 5 years ahead of Earth, but otherwise, there was not much difference.

His current location was not in the familiar Huaguo, but in a small country called Boluo.

In the original world of Yang Zhe, there was no such country as Boluo.

Actually, these were not the most surprising things; what surprised him the most was that he actually had a wife.

Boluo Kingdom, as an autocratic monarchy, had the queen as the absolute number one figure in the country.

And his wife, Chen Ruoxue, was the queen of this country.

Yang Zhe's original status was not bad either; he was the young master of the Yang family, one of the six major families in Boluo.

Logically, a good-for-nothing second-generation like Yang Zhe would not have the qualifications to marry the queen.

This was due to some connections from the previous generation. Under the leadership of the older generation, Yang Zhe and Chen Ruoxue had a childhood betrothal.

Naturally, Yang Zhe also became a laughingstock in the country, a white-faced soft-rice king.

His reputation was already tarnished, but this title of king's husband did not bring any significant improvement to his life.

Apart from being respectfully called Prince Yang by others, there was nothing else.

What Yang Zhe found even harder to accept was that the unlucky fellow he had been transported into was the only heir of one of the six major families. Even without relying on this nominal title, he could have lived a carefree life.

But this predecessor was indeed a capable one, indulging in excessive eating and drinking, and engaging in all kinds of vices. In short, he was a complete wastrel.

Sure enough, he soon squandered the family fortune left by his ancestors and accumulated a mountain of gambling debts.

"Damn... does it have to be this bad?"

Seeing the tragic experiences of his predecessor, Yang Zhe couldn't help but mutter.

He had never seen such a prime example of a waste.

"Whatever, this unlucky fellow is just that. Let's first see what this system is all about."

Just as Yang Zhe was about to take a closer look at the system that had bound him, the heavy, luxuriously decorated door of the room was opened from the outside.

A young woman in a magnificent dress, accompanied by a team of guards in suits, entered the room.

From his memories, Yang Zhe knew that this person was his wife, Chen Ruoxue.

It had to be said that Chen Ruoxue's appearance was indeed outstanding, and her figure and demeanor were impeccable. However, her perpetually cold expression made her look very uncomfortable.

Although they had been married for some time, Chen Ruoxue had never let him touch her, which was indeed quite unlucky.

"You're here, is there anything you need?"

Yang Zhe's question clearly surprised Chen Ruoxue, but she quickly returned to her icy demeanor.

She gestured, and one of the guards brought over a chair.

Chen Ruoxue sat down by Yang Zhe's bed.

"You really are quite capable, take a look... 300 million! I wonder where you got the nerve."

Taking the bill from Chen Ruoxue, Yang Zhe carefully looked at it and realized that his predecessor had lost money again.

"Given the amount you lost, I could easily make you do things you don't want to do to pay off the debt."

"Threatening me..."

From the words of his cheap queen wife, Yang Zhe naturally heard other implications.

If she really wanted to force him to do something, she wouldn't have said it this way. And she had probably already paid off the debt. The reason she was saying this now was that there was more to it.

Sure enough, everything went as Yang Zhe had expected.

"You could never pay off this debt in three lifetimes. How about this: if you agree to one thing for me, I will forgive all your debts. And... I will give you a large sum of money to ensure you can live comfortably for the rest of your life."

Indeed, as the queen, though young, she was quite adept at imperial tactics.

"What is it?"

"On the day of the Independence Day three months from now, I want you to announce a statement formally dissolving our marriage."

Only then did Yang Zhe understand that his cheap queen wife wanted to use this opportunity to divorce him.

As the number one figure in the country, any action would be closely watched, and the queen's divorce would naturally be announced to the world.

If this were the predecessor, he would be too ashamed to agree. But Yang Zhe was no longer the same person.

"Of course, I know you..."

"It's just this much, fine, I agree!"

"What? You agree!"

Chen Ruoxue's icy expression suddenly showed a hint of surprise.