Gu Xingzhou, a discarded son of the Gu family and the most cold-blooded, lethal assassin of the Ninth Bureau. For the sake of family interests, he was used as a beautiful and deadly political bargaining chip, sent to the bed of Shen Zhaoyan, the empire's most powerful and decisive major general.
The entire capital waited to laugh at this absurd marriage. Everyone bet on how many days it would take the brutal and bloodthirsty Major General Shen to kill this icy 'male wife.'
On their wedding night. Gu Xingzhou, with a triangular bayonet strapped to his thigh, sat coldly on the bed, ready to fight for his life. But Shen Zhaoyan only slowly unbuttoned his military collar, his aggressive bitter orange leaf pheromones overwhelming the room, pinning Gu Xingzhou down: 'Put the knife away. Be my shield, and I'll make you the director of the Ninth Bureau.'
What started as a transactional power play turned into something else entirely amidst the hail of bullets.
Later—when the Northern Alliance army pressed in, in the abyss of a nuclear countdown. Shen Zhaoyan, now the supreme commander, abandoned his thousands of troops and leaped alone into the sea of fire, shielding the blood-soaked Gu Xingzhou beneath him, a crazy possessive gleam in his eyes: 'Without my permission, you don't get to die.'
Even later, with the enemy destroyed and the new king crowned. On a snowy night, the supreme commander took the black umbrella from the intelligence chief's hand and pulled him into his arms. Gu Xingzhou: 'Are you satisfied with the world we've conquered?' Shen Zhaoyan: 'If this world didn't have this knife, it would be worthless to me.'
