On our wedding night

I couldn't help but recall the rumors circulating on the streets of Nancheng: Lu Jincheng, the son of heaven, is inhumane.,A faint smell of tobacco mingled with anger hit him, and his hand was firmly grasped by a powerful palm.,A sneer curled his lips, and he asked in an ambiguous tone, "Wen Wan-ti, could it be that you're willing to marry me because of the rumors spreading outside that I'm inhumane"。