Hiring a Bodyguard as My Live-In Husband

I’m the daughter of the richest merchant in the capital, and I have just one condition for a live-in son-in-law: he has to be able to beat me.

For three years, I challenged one martial arts school after another, until a masked swordsman showed up and knocked the saber from my hands in ten moves.

On our wedding night, he took off his mask and revealed the face of the nemesis I’d been hunting for three years.

“Wife,” he said with a grin, pulling out a stack of papers. “These are the challenges you sent me back then. There are 98 of them.”

“Now it’s time for you to honor your promise to let me do whatever I want with you.”