The Gloomy Young Lord's Tearful Little Bride

Everyone in the capital is betting I won't survive my wedding night. But the violent young master who killed three fiancées is left helpless by my tears, holding me and coaxing, "Don't cry. I'll give you my life."

A lowborn daughter, as meek as a little cabbage, is bundled off by her stepmother to bring good fortune to a living King of Hell.

Rumor has it that Chu Beiyan, young master of the Marquis of Zhenbei's household, is gloomy and bloodthirsty, and hates nothing more than women crying.

But he doesn't know my tears are a nuclear weapon.

On our wedding night, he draws his sword with a cold expression while my eyes brim with tears.

When my tea-sipping cousin tries to provoke me, he steps in to defend me and take my side.

Later, this decisive commander of the northern frontier becomes my personal feeder and bedtime soother.

"Husband, they say you're awful."

"Mm. I'm only good to you."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.