Married First, Fell in Love Later: I Impulsively Kissed the Killer Prince

[Sickly Beauty x God of Slaughter Prince] [Marriage Before Love] [The Hero Treats the Heroine Like a Goddess] [The Heroine Wants a Baby, but the Hero Won't Let Her] [The Hero Asks His Brothers to Have Babies]

The night Yu Anshu married into Prince Yan's manor, all of the capital was betting she wouldn't survive three days.

The God of Slaughter, Prince Si Yao, had gone to war at sixteen and cut down people as easily as chopping melons. In his life, he hated two things most: his father's arranged marriage and being touched.

But no one knew that on their wedding night, before the red candles had burned halfway down, the bride was already pinned beneath the wedding quilt.

The man's hot breath brushed her neck, and he asked in a low, husky voice, "Did you just kiss me?"

Yu Anshu trembled and coughed twice. In a weak voice, she said, "Your Highness, I was delirious with illness and mistook you for someone else."

Si Yao stared at the redness at the corners of her eyes. After a moment's silence, he chuckled. "Mistook me for someone else? Then make that mistake again."

The whole capital was buzzing with rumors: Prince Yan had gone mad. Not only had he married a sickly woman, he doted on her like she was the apple of his eye.

Then, one day at a palace banquet, someone made a snide remark: "Could it be that the Princess Consort of Yan can't have children?"

Si Yao drew his blade in front of everyone and said languidly, "I married a wife, not a baby-making tool."

But as soon as he turned around, he started evaluating his two dozen brothers one by one:

"Third Brother, your wife can have children. Lend me one."

"Fifth Brother, you have plenty of sons. It wouldn't be unreasonable to adopt one, right?"

"Ninth Brother, you have nothing better to do anyway. Why not have a child for fun?"

His brothers: ...Are you out of your mind?

Meanwhile, Yu Anshu sat in the prince's manor, flipping through a storybook, and realized one thing:

That night, she'd kissed the God of Slaughter on impulse, and it seemed she'd kissed herself into a huge mess.