Transmigrated into a Matriarchy with Different Beauty Standards

I transmigrated into a matriarchy whose beauty standards were the exact opposite of mine. My father was soft and delicate, my older brother fair and tender, and my younger brother slender. The Crown Princess wanted to win over the Grand General. Unfortunately, the general’s son was tall, wheat-skinned, and blessed with enormous pecs. With a body that hideous, no woman in the capital wanted to marry him. I stepped forward without hesitation. “For Your Highness, I volunteer!” A dark-skinned, big-ch*sted muscle daddy? Yes, please. I would devour every last bite. The Crown Princess burst into tears. “When I win the throne, beloved cousin, the greatest share of the credit will be yours!”