The Prime Minister Is a Hopeless Romantic

A restrained, rational, secretly unhinged chancellor × a no-nonsense female general with maxed-out combat skills

On the night the Empress Dowager granted their marriage, Huo Zhaoxu strode into the Chancellor's residence with a silver spear in hand.

The gates stood wide open. Beneath the corridor, she saw him holding that old sword tassel.

She froze for a moment, then planted her spear on the ground. “Pei Yan, everyone says you don't want to marry me.”

He lowered his eyes to the tassel, his voice soft. “I don't know who started that rumor.”

“Then do you want to marry me or not?”

The night wind swept through the hall. When he raised his eyes, a crack finally appeared in the usually gentle mask he wore.

“I've been waiting for this day for four years.”