From the Start, You Sent Me Off to Marry for Peace. Now You Regret the Jingnan Campaign?

The Great Wei Empress treats me like a chess piece?

Then I'll flip the board!

When Wei Shuyao was shackled to a diplomatic marriage carriage, he suddenly laughed.

Did those old foxes at court really think sending him off to marry into a barbarian tribe would bring peace to the border?

"You want me to marry for peace? I want your life!"

He tamed the eighteen tribes of the steppe, built flintlock guns to take the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun, and reclaimed the northern wilderness to create granaries with dragon-bone waterwheels.

When Great Wei descended into civil war, Wei Shuyao appeared to pacify the realm in Heaven's name, his black-armored cavalry bearing down on the capital, with the cold gleam of long-handled sabers stretching for a hundred li behind him.

"What does sealing the wolf at Mount Juyan matter? I want the black dragon banners flying across every inch of this land!"

From a man sent away in a political marriage to the founding emperor, he used gunpowder to blast apart the great clans and aristocratic families, and the imperial examinations to crush the pride of the landed gentry.

One day, when the imperial carriage reached Jiangnan, the Empress who had once personally sent him into the barbarian camp tremblingly offered him a letter of surrender. Wei Shuyao lifted her chin.

"Now you regret it? Too late!"