After Rejecting the Marriage, I Wed a Playboy to Compete for the Empress's Throne

The biggest gamble in the capital wasn't turning down the Duke's bridal sedan. It was choosing the most good-for-nothing playboy in town to be my husband.

I faced down the court's pack of wolves in the open, while he secretly cleared the bloodstained path ahead for me. Everyone in the capital was waiting for me to regret it, never realizing that this marriage was the very first move I made. I watched with cool detachment, treating him as the sharpest tool at my disposal. I never expected that one day, this blade would develop an edge of its own for my sake.

On our wedding night, I told him, "Let's each live our own lives," and he smiled and agreed. Later, when he was trapped in a desperate predicament, I couldn't stop him from making his choice for me. Just when everyone thought I had heartlessly abandoned this pawn, he used his blood-soaked hands to lay the road to the imperial throne, inch by inch, right at my feet.

[Cool-Headed County Princess x Playboy of a Marquis's Household] [A High-Stakes Game of Power and Sincere Love]