After the Enemy Emperor Mistook Me for His White Moonlight

After his homeland fell, Jiang Zheyu, commander-in-chief of the three armies, had his martial arts crippled and was sent to the enemy nation as a hostage. The enemy emperor was an unmitigated tyrant who, faced with Jiang Zheyu, his sworn enemy and the man he held responsible for a sea of bloodshed, wanted nothing more than to tear him apart. Jiang Zheyu knew his end was near. But before long, the tyrant suddenly took a blow to the head and decided that Jiang Zheyu was his childhood sweetheart, the one he had always cherished. Tyrant: I like you. I want to make you my empress. Jiang Zheyu: ? Tyrant: I truly love you! Jiang Zheyu sneered. “The kind of love where you want to strangle me in bed?” Tyrant: You're just saying that to make me angry. I don't believe you. Jiang Zheyu: ... . Jiang Zheyu can only play along, pretending to be a loving couple with the tyrant while looking for a chance to escape. Months later, the tyrant regains his memory. Seeing that familiar cruelty and coldness in his eyes, Jiang Zheyu sighs softly and slips away without a word. The tyrant is furious. His trusted aide gathers a hundred thousand troops outside the city, vowing to raze the enemy nation to the ground. The tyrant kicks him to the ground. Then he mounts his horse and rides off. “Get lost, all of you! If you dare get in the way of me chasing my wife, I'll skin you alive!” Tyrant gong x sickly beauty shou. Probably a silly, sweet story with a bit of melodrama (?) Theme: If you can't keep your own house in order, how can you govern the world?