Song Dynasty Dreams: Marrying Zhao Pan'er at the beginning - Chapter 3 - A Fairy-like Bride

While browsing an online gallery, I was summoned to a tower.I obtained a gallery that allows me to communicate with those who have completed the tower.

In a world of monstrous pirates and a corrupt World Government, a new power is rising within the Marines: “Black Hair” Roya. Reborn with a unique ability and a burning ambition, he climbs the ranks with shocking speed, leaving a trail of both fear and admiration.He inspires loyalty, yet manipulates everyone around him. He upholds justice, yet his methods are anything but just. He is a master strategist, a deadly fighter, and a charmer of powerful women.But what is his ultimate goal? Is he a savior who will reform the corrupt Marines from within, or a ruthless tyrant who will forge a new world order in his own image? The answer lies hidden in a sea of blood, ambition, and broken rules.---Get ready for your daily dose of One Piece: I'm Destined to Be the Son-in-Law King! ^_^ New chapters will be unleashed every day.Let's see how many chapters I can manage each day! Your support (and reviews!) keep me going! ^_^Enjoying this story? Be sure to check out my other translation projects too:- Naruto Paradise: An Evil Uchiha's Rise- Young Master, Please Become Hokage!This is a translation, I'm not the authorTranslator: Boundless_Beacon

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.

That lonesome night as he lays dying in the hospital, fearing of death and desiring the taste of life, his mind became unprecedentedly complex with mixed emotions.