A substitute marriage? Fine.
A marriage to bring good fortune? That works too.
But if anyone dares touch me, I’ll make sure their whole family ends up together in the grave.
The God of War, Xuan Yuan Chen, is decisive and ruthless, and his first three fiancées all died because of him.
Everyone says he’s cold-blooded, bloodthirsty, and utterly merciless.
Yet one frail girl, brought in as a substitute bride, dares to smile at him and say:
“Your Highness, I’m a little poisonous. You’d better not get too close.”
Later, he pins her against the wall, his voice hoarse:
“Poison? I’m immune to every toxin.”
