The God of Slaughter Bends Down for Me

Complete. My next book will be The Princess's Otherworldly Farming Life. Please add it to your reading list~

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With the throne changing hands and the capital in turmoil, the Wei family had backed the wrong side. To save their clan, they sent their legitimate daughter, Wei Wanwan, in a small sedan chair to the fearsome Chen Qi, a bloodthirsty killer who looked like a demon. She was as lovely as a flower reflected in water, as delicate as a willow in the breeze, and had no flaws except that she was a little short. He had slaughtered half the capital and... well, had plenty of other flaws.

At first

Wei Wanwan: "Could you bend down? You're so tall I can't even see your face."

Chen Qi glanced at her, picked her up, and tossed her thirty feet away.

Later

Chen Qi bent down for her.

Wei Wanwan took advantage of it, climbed onto his back, then up onto his shoulders, grabbed the man's sun-bright hair with both hands, and shouted, "Giddy-up!"

Chen Qi: ...

Never mind. She's my wife. I can't throw her.

#A good man lets his wife ride him like a horse#

#The Killer bends down for Wanwan. If he doesn't bend, she'll jump up and kiss him#

*A simple, sweet little story.

*A 190+ cm demon-faced killer vs. a woman under 150 cm, a petite beauty. Height difference and size difference, because I'm really into that lately.

*The male lead has Hu ancestry, with blond hair, blue eyes, and fair skin, but he's been horribly disfigured, beyond healing.

*Update schedule: No updates Monday to Friday. At least 20,000 words over the weekend, so just check back then.

Blurb for The Princess's Otherworldly Farming Life:

[Farming + infrastructure building + food + reverse conquest + all adore the female lead]

Reborn as a princess of an empire in a Western fantasy world, Gray thought she'd been given the script for "An Ordinary and Happy Life as a Princess."

Then her adoptive father kicked the bucket, her brothers and sisters were all killed by the regent uncle, and Gray, the only one left, was ostensibly granted a title but really exiled to a freezing wasteland. That's when she discovered the farming game she'd played in her previous life had come along with her.

So I got the farming-life script!

Her farming instincts, encoded in her DNA, awakened. Gray was fired up and rolled up her sleeves to get to work!

But one person can only do so much. Farming needs helpers. Luckily, her thoughtful farm System had prepared some in advance. She could spend a modest number of System points to draw limited-edition farm helpers!

Gray drew Helper A.

Helper A was strong, broad-shouldered, slim-waisted, and long-legged, clearly a good hand at farming.

Gray handed Helper A a hoe.

Helper A (tossing away the hoe and dropping to one knee): "Your Highness, may I kiss your fingertips?"

Gray: ?

Gray drew Helper B.

Helper B looked frail, but the System said he had elven blood, was skilled in wood magic, and could improve crop varieties.

Gray handed Helper B a foxtail grass.

Helper B (tossing aside the grass as flowers bloomed at his fingertips): "Only flowers are worthy of your beauty."

Gray: ?

Gray drew Helper C.

Helper C was pale and gloomy, but the System said he was well-versed in necromancy and could slaughter the farm's livestock quickly and painlessly.

Gray led Helper C to the livestock shed.

Helper C: "...I love only the dead. If you're ready to become someone I love, offer me your life."

Gray: ?!

What do you do when your farmhands won't work and spend every day trying to flirt with the lady of the manor?

Gray: They must not have enough work.

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Blurb two (from the helpers' point of view):

One day, this world's Templar knights, Star Tower mages, necromancers, light elves, bards... were suddenly summoned to a farm.

There was a beautiful princess on the farm. A voice from beyond told them they had to conquer her and make her fall in love with them to escape the summoning and return to their original forms.

But there was only one princess.

What could they do?

Use every trick in the book and fight for the princess's heart!

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Blurb three (from one very unlucky fellow's point of view):

The regent who exiled Gray sometimes thought of the little princess.

A cold sigh escaped his lips:

"I should be hearing of her death any day now."

He imagined the little princess starving to death in the bitter cold, or, if unlucky, ending up in the belly of a magical beast.

But meanwhile

Outside, snow fell heavily. Inside, the room was warm as spring with a fire burning in the hearth. The "poor" little princess lay in an elf's fragrant embrace, eating fried chicken and drinking cola, while a bard played music nearby.

After finishing the chicken, the princess rubbed her stomach. "Fried chicken really does get boring if you eat too much. Let's have hot pot tomorrow!"

The knight wiped her mouth and agreed. The necromancer coldly destroyed the evidence, the chicken bones. "Overeating is bad for you." The Star Tower mage cast a digestion spell.

Gray: ...Help me up, Your Highness can still eat another bucket!

And so, who knew how long later...

The regent never did hear news of the little princess's death. Instead

"Report!"

"The Templar Grand Knight, Star Tower mage, necromancer, Elf King, bard... They've all come to propose to Princess Gray!"

A lighthearted wish-fulfillment story, perhaps better titled The Compatibility of Farming Systems and Romance Systems.

Everyone has a one-sided crush on the female lead. She only wants to farm, and there will be plenty of scenes where the men compete and pull each other's hair.

Theme: Treating each other as equals is most precious.