[Delicate, Frail Beauty vs. Cold-Faced, Devoted Great General]
[Family Affection, Sweet Romance, Transmigration with a Touch of Court Intrigue, Domestic Dramas]
Su Jiahe is the pearl of the capital, envied by everyone and a sickly beauty no one dares provoke lightly.
Her father, the Prince of Zhenbei, stood alongside the emperor through the hardships of founding the dynasty. Her mother once risked her life to save the empress.
The emperor personally grants her the title of Princess Mingzhu and a fief. The princes and princesses of the royal family all defer to her.
But the imperial physicians have long declared that her health is so frail she will not live past eighteen.
Then an imperial edict for a marriage meant to bring her good fortune suddenly arrives, betrothing her to Li Xiaoye, the mighty general who commands a huge army and whose bloody campaigns have shaken the court.
The court officials all expect the unruly God of War to refuse the edict in open court.
Instead, Li Xiaoye bows and accepts, a fervor no one notices hidden in his eyes. “Your servant agrees.”
Everyone assumes he has no choice but to obey the imperial decree. Only Li Xiaoye knows he has waited and hoped for this day for many years.
When the princess punishes a villain, he steps forward at once. “Princess, please don’t get angry. It would dirty your hands. Leave it to me.”
When her shoes and socks get wet during a garden stroll, he removes his precious fox-fur cloak in front of everyone and carefully dries the tips of her feet.
The princess complains that he is too tall, and looking up at him makes her neck ache.
The great general, whose name inspires fear across the seas, bends his knees without hesitation, gladly lowering himself to meet her gaze.
One night, after they have made love, warmth fills their bedchamber.
Su Jiahe leans lazily against his chest. Her slender fingertips glide over Li Xiaoye’s prominent Adam’s apple, her eyes faintly flushed as she asks softly, “Li Xiaoye, I order you around in everything. Does it ever make you angry?”
He holds her tightly in his arms, his low, hoarse voice filled with an affection that will not fade. “Princess, you still haven’t asked enough of me.”
