Your Highness, Your Wife Has Gone to Stock Up at the Imperial Treasury Again

I, Lin Xiaoxiao, an overworked office worker, transmigrated into the role of the cold-faced war god's bride, chosen to bring him good luck.

All of the capital bet I wouldn't last three days.

I pulled out One Hundred Ways to Make Use of Your Husband and started eating sunflower seeds in front of him, sharpening kitchen knives on his armor, and hosting tea parties in his study.

I was just waiting for him to get fed up, hand me a divorce letter, and let me run off with the gold and silver to live happily ever after.

But his gaze grew stranger and stranger.

On the night I planned to fake my death and run away, he cornered me against the wall, his eyes red.

“My lady, I'm offering you the empire as my bride price. You aren't getting away.”