By Asking You to Marry and Die, You Have Tamed the Tyrant.

Xie Wu, the regent of the Great Yong Dynasty, holds the power of life and death. He is a Shura that everyone talks about. He suffers from a terminal illness and suffers from splitting headaches during attacks. Only blood can give him a moment of peace. Until the enemy country sent a marriage princess Shen Chuyi. The civil and military officials of the entire court were betting on how many hours this delicate porcelain doll could survive in Xie Wan's hands. The night they first met, Shen Chuyi's hands were shaking with fear, and a cup of scalding hot tea was poured on Xie Wang's python robe that symbolized power. Just when the guard drew his knife and was about to drag the ignorant woman down to feed the dog, Xie Wan smelled a sweetness in the strong fragrance of tea that made his headache disappear instantly. The tyrannical Shura withdrew his murderous hand, and instead held the trembling beauty in his arms, buried his head in her neck, and sniffed greedily: "Don't move, my head doesn't hurt anymore." From then on, the Prince Regent's Palace had a little ancestor who had to kneel down and be coaxed by King Quan whenever he shed tears. "Your Majesty, the princess said that the military newspaper drawing paper is not easy to use." "Take Gu's death-free gold medal and give her the legs of the table." "Your Majesty, the enemy country wants to exchange the princess for the military power in your hands." That day, Xie Wang lost his sword and knelt down in front of the three armies, just to exchange for his medicine and his life.