I Offer My Kingdom as a Betrothal Gift! The Unhinged General Wants Only Your Sincere Love

Shen Weiyu, the seventh prince of the Great Yan Dynasty, is the most famous living jade statue in the imperial capital. Beautiful beyond compare, he is also a sickly child born with poison in his body, never without medicine, and it is said he will not live to see twenty. He is a disgrace to the royal family, an invisible nobody whom anyone can bully. The young general Xiao Jue is a demon of slaughter who has emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood. A born commander, he carries such a murderous aura that he can silence a crying child. By imperial decree, he becomes the personal guard of this useless prince, supposedly to protect him, but in truth to keep him under surveillance. Everyone believes this is merely an insignificant footnote in the career of a God of War. Only Xiao Jue knows that each time he shields that frail figure from open attacks and hidden daggers, each time he awkwardly pats the other's back as he coughs blood, and each time he uses his inner energy to warm those cold hands and feet on a freezing night, his heart sinks deeper into an irreversible ruin. Until one day, an assassin's blade pierces his shoulder, and he desperately shields the person in his arms. Shen Weiyu chuckles beside his ear, his voice as sweet as honey laced with ice. “Xiao Jue, does it hurt? How does that compare to the bone-deep pain I endure day and night?” Xiao Jue is struck as if by thunder.