I Long to Break a Branch

The God of War, famed throughout the Kingdom of Zhou, had asked for a bride, and his intended was a girl who hadn't even come of age.

Everyone thought a beautiful flower had been stuck in a pile of cow dung, and Wen You was the cow dung they meant.

Wen You patted her chest. “At least I only have to be this cow dung for six months.”

Wen You knew very well that this six-month marriage pact was her only chance to seek justice for her mother. It was payment for saving the woman he loved.

But when the six months were up, the man drew her into his arms. “The one I love is named Ayou. There has only ever been one.”