My Sickly Husband, He Counts Every Step

◆Dual male protagonists, 1V1, marriage first, love later + life and death partner ◆Appearance: Sick beauty attack × force ceiling attack ◆Reality: A ruthless chess player × a loyal dog that gradually falls apart ◆ Main plot: ancient suspenseful case solving + world view of ghosts and gods + court intrigues. He was so sick that he collapsed at the slightest hint of wind, but he plotted to rule my world. On the day of the wedding, the whole capital was betting that Mrs. Zhen Beihou would not survive the winter. Qin Li thought so too. He married a porcelain beauty who was pale, coughed up blood, and couldn't stand without a wheelchair. But on the wedding night, the porcelain beauty whispered through the hijab and revealed his secret of being a ghost. Later—— The courtiers died suddenly and strangely one after another, and the emperor was furious. Qin Li searched the whole city with a bloody knife, but the clue pointed to an unknown corpse fished out of the river. And the body disappeared from the mass grave. "Master Hou," On the hospital bed, his wife, who was prone to collapse due to the wind, took a sip of medicine and tapped her fingertips on the map: "Those who steal corpses are the same group as those who kill." "The next one they want to kill," Shen Qingyan raised his eyes with a cold light in his eyes, "is you." Only then did Qin Li realize - What he brought home with his own hands was not fragile glass. It was a poison-quenched blade, hidden in the softest satin, cutting through the fog of this man-eating flourishing age inch by inch.