I, Shen Zhiyi, am the top modern psychological profiler, and I am the bride of the sick man in the Hou family. The whole capital laughed at me for marrying a living dead who coughed three times every step of the way and died soon.
Only I know how firmly he held my chin at night and how crazy he looked at me.
I used micro-expressions to analyze his disguise and used behavioral science to dismantle his layout. I thought this was a top-notch game of mutual calculation.
Until the palace banquet, in order to protect my vest, he drank the poisonous wine given to the princess with a smile, and whispered in my ear:
"Madam, do you ever have me in your script?"
