My Lord, I'm Having a Rough Time

After transmigrating, both my parents died, I inherited a noble title, and became a marquis with real power. Is this a god-tier start? No! Because I also have a fiancée three years older than me, born into a military family. She uses grappling moves and hip throws to set me straight and tell me what I’m doing wrong. I can’t even break off the engagement, because it was decreed by the late emperor, and he’s already tucked away in the imperial mausoleum, never to get back up. Then there’s the group of subordinates my old man left behind. They’re no ordinary bunch. Just hearing their names is enough to make my vision go black, then black again! I want to slack off and lie flat for good, but the emperor won’t let me. He even pulls me onto his lap and gives me a hard spanking, telling me that a mother’s brother is like a father, and he’s doing it for my own good. “Your Marquis here... has it rough!” Wei Yu wiped the tears from the corner of his eye, then said to his trusted aide, “Kill them all...”