His Majesty Insists I Take a Wife, So I Have No Choice but to Enlist

I transmigrated into the body of a prince, only to be forced by the late emperor's final decree to marry. To keep my identity as a woman hidden, I had no choice but to make a scene at every turn.

I complained that the noble ladies were too tall, too thin, too fat, or too short, until every matchmaker in the capital was driven to despair.

Then I attracted a persistent admirer I couldn't shake off, so I spent day and night at the pleasure houses, ruining my reputation on purpose.

At last, my sworn-brother the emperor lost patience and tossed me into the barracks for a complete overhaul. “Don't come back until you look like a man!”

I endured the whole camp's mockery and life-or-death trials, struggling to play the tough guy.

But when I was gravely wounded and on the brink of death, he tore open my armor with red-rimmed eyes and froze in shock.

Later, he offered me his kingdom as a bride price and asked, “Now, will you marry me?”