King Zhenbei Needs Psychological Intervention

Chapter 1 of "The King of Zhenbei Needs Psychological Intervention": On our wedding night, my patient wanted to kill me --- Step One: Unexpected Events Create Chaos The heavy rain hit the glazed tiles of the Zhenbei Palace, like thousands of ghost hands tapping the coffin lid at the same time. Shen Qingmo was sitting on the wedding bed covered with a red mandarin duck quilt, and the old silver bracelet on his wrist was so cold that he could feel it. There was no noise from the guests outside the door, only the sound of rain and the faint sound of friction in the distance, like iron chains dragging across bluestone slabs. "Squeak——" The door was pushed open by a violent force, followed by the smell of rain and rust. A man was sitting in a wheelchair and was pushed in by the guards. The red wedding robe was draped loosely around him, revealing the edges of the black outfit and bandages underneath. His face was so pale that it was almost transparent, but his eyes were like cold blades tempered with fire, piercing straight towards the bride on the bed. The wheels rolled over the ground and stopped three steps away from the bed. The guard retreated silently and closed the door. Dead silence. There was only the sound of rain and the man's heavy and suppressed breathing. Suddenly, he moved. Instead of pushing the wheelchair with your hands, you suddenly pushed it with your arms! The whole person used the force to rise up from the wheelchair, and his figure was so fast that only an afterimage remained. The next second, a cold long sword was firmly pressed against Shen Qingmo's throat. The tip of the sword pressed down slightly, piercing the skin, and a trace of warm blood slid down her white neck and disappeared into the bright red collar. "A scapegoat sent by the Marquis?" His voice was hoarse, as if it had been polished by sand and gravel, and every word was filled with a strong smell of blood and undisguised murderous intent. "Tell me, what benefits did they promise you?