[Hear His Inner Thoughts] [Marriage Before Love] [Substitute Bride and Face-Slapping] [Sweet Romance and Money-Making] [One-on-One, Both Chaste]
Xiao Jue is the Living Yama whom no one in the entire capital dares to marry, yet the imperial marriage decree names Su Yao, a low-ranking matchmaker, as his bride!
Her legitimate elder sister pretends to faint to escape the wedding? Su Yao turns around and extorts two hundred taels in cash from her scumbag father, then grabs an old list of dowry goods and climbs over the wall to flee in the dead of night!
But when the pitch-black thread of fate tied around her little finger pulls taut, the Living Yama himself blocks her at the foot of the wall, knife in hand!
Pretend to be gravely ill? The prince's physician sees right through it in three breaths!
Bribe the Imperial Astronomical Bureau to declare her ill-fated for her husband? The steward changes the verdict to a match made in heaven on the spot!
Try to escape through a dog hole, only to discover he has been poisoned and has a hundred days left to live? A three-foot heavy blade is immediately held to her neck!
Su Yao's eyes go dark. It's over, he's going to silence me!
Then the fated knot cracks open, and the Living Yama's inner thoughts spill straight into her mind...
Xiao Jue draws his knife with a cold expression. "How much did you hear?"
Xiao Jue's inner thoughts: [Loosen your grip a little... This girl's neck is as thin as a reed. She can barely breathe.]
On their wedding night, Xiao Jue coolly offers her a cup for the nuptial toast. Inside, he thinks: [Her hands were so cold just now. The wine shouldn't be too chilly.]
Su Yao understands in an instant: This isn't the Living Yama. He's my long-term meal ticket!
The evil servants force her to take off her shoes and crawl through a side door over a brazier? Su Yao slaps down the official marriage seal from the Imperial Clan Court, and Xiao Jue kicks the old matron two zhang away. "Anyone who dares humiliate my princess consort had better answer to my blade first!"
Su Yao happily counts her banknotes, waiting to divorce him after a hundred days and head south to Jiangnan. But Xiao Jue tears up their agreement and pulls her into his arms:
"The accounts are settled. When is my princess consort going to settle the wedding-night account with me?"