The Imperial Immortal Prince Is So Cold

[This novel subverts the usual tropes, complete]

“I’m handsome and rich. I can help her crush the white lotus and trample the cannon fodder. Why won’t this beauty marry me and become my consort?” Nan Yuechen asked his subordinate solemnly.

The subordinate replied expressionlessly, “She can tear apart an army of thousands with her bare hands!”

Nan Yuechen forced a smile and reined himself in. “I’m willing to give up ten cities as a betrothal gift and let her shed the identity everyone admires. Why still won’t this beauty marry me and become my consort?”

The subordinate answered with utter seriousness, “She can tear apart an army of thousands with her bare hands!”

Nan Yuechen swung his sleeve and smacked the subordinate, leaving him bewildered. “Speak plainly.”

“My lord, you’re in a book with no male lead…”