After Marrying the Cursed God as a Substitute, the Whole Capital Begged Me to Take the Throne

“The first three women who married into this family all died on their wedding nights. Aren't you afraid?” On the bridal bed, the dreaded, bloodthirsty guardian of the nation, bound in chains, gazed coldly at his bride. Du Wanxi wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and smiled even more wildly than he did. “As it happens, there are plenty of people outside waiting for me to die, too.”

She was the least valued daughter of the prime minister's household, forced into a substitute marriage with her fate stolen from her. Even living to eighteen had become a distant hope. The entire court saw her as a living sacrifice offered to the dreaded man. No one knew that on her wedding night, she struck a bargain with this terrifying figure, who had been imprisoned for three hundred years.

He would help her reclaim the life stolen from her.

In return, she would bring down the three-hundred-year-old dynasty that had bound him!