After Giving Up on the Political Marriage, the God of War's Heir Panicked

Xie Jing, the capital’s number-one wastrel young lord, was carefree and debonair, with admirers scattered all along the Qinhuai River.

Su Ruan, the orphaned daughter of a family of physicians, fell on hard times and had no choice but to seek refuge at the marquis’s manor. When they first met, Xie Jing lifted her delicate chin, smiling with lazy flirtatiousness. “You’re so delicate. I don’t nibble on the women under my own roof.”

Su Ruan hid her feelings, concealed her astonishing medical skills, and dared only to embroider him a sachet in secret at night.

Later, at a family banquet at the marquis’s manor, a powerful nobleman demanded that Su Ruan become his concubine. Xie Jing knocked the man’s table over with a single sword stroke and shielded Su Ruan behind him, his eyes filled with menace. “She’s mine. Who dares touch her?”

Everyone thought the playboy had finally changed his ways, but Su Ruan accidentally overheard him betting with someone: “She’s just a little girl. I’m only teasing her to pass the time.”

Su Ruan’s heart died completely. She left behind the sachet and used her medical skills to petition the emperor to marry her off to the Xiongnu as part of a peace alliance.

When he heard the news, the undefeated God of War Xie Jing went mad. He rode alone out of the city and stopped the wedding procession.

He pinned her tightly against the horse’s back, his eyes bloodshot and his voice humble and trembling. “Ruanruan, don’t go...”