The Northern Frontier Prince Needs Psychological Intervention, Chapter One: On My Wedding Night, My Patient Tried to Kill Me
Step One: Create Chaos with an Unexpected Incident
Torrential rain pounded the glazed tiles of the Northern Frontier Prince’s residence, like ten thousand ghostly hands knocking on a coffin lid.
Shen Qingmo sat on the wedding bed, covered with a bright red quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks. The old silver bracelet she had brought as part of her dowry felt cold and painfully tight around her wrist. There was no cheerful noise from guests outside the door, only the rain and, far away, the faint scrape of what sounded like chains dragging across stone paving.
“Creak, ”
The door burst open under a violent shove, bringing with it the damp stench of rain and the smell of rust.
A man sat in a wheelchair, pushed in by a guard. His bright red wedding robe hung loosely over him, revealing the dark clothes beneath and the edges of his bandages. His face was so pale it was almost translucent, but his eyes were like icy blades tempered in fire, fixed on the bride on the bed.
The wheels rolled across the floor and stopped three paces from the bed.
The guard silently withdrew and shut the door.
Silence.
Only the rain and the man’s heavy, restrained breathing broke it.
Suddenly, he moved. He didn’t push the wheels. Instead, he braced himself with his arms and sprang up from the wheelchair! He moved so fast that he was only a blur. The next instant, a cold longsword was pressed steadily against Shen Qingmo’s throat.
The tip of the sword pressed down slightly, breaking the skin. A warm trickle of blood slid down her pale neck and disappeared into the bright red collar of her wedding dress.
“A sacrificial pawn sent by the marquis’s residence?” His voice was terribly hoarse, as if scraped raw by sand and stone. Every word was steeped in the stench of blood and undisguised murderous intent. “Tell me, what did they promise you in return,
