“What?! You want me to marry him? I'd rather go kill myself! He's hideously ugly, has no real talent, and was handed the title of Marquis for nothing. Does he really think that makes him a marquis?”
On their wedding night, Yu Ruyi lifts the red veil. Before her is a face as beautiful as a painting, with fair, smooth skin and sharply defined features exuding a cold elegance. His deep, dark eyes shimmer with an alluring light; his thick brows, high nose, and perfect lips all proclaim his noble grace.
“Marry a chicken, follow a chicken; marry a dog, follow a dog. I won't let you suffer any wrongs.”
