Substitute for Marrying a Fierce Concubine: Tyrant, Please Kneel Down

The wedding sedan suddenly stopped. The violent shaking of the sedan made Shen Jingyu's already weak body surge. She opened the corner of the sedan curtain, and what she saw was the closed vermilion door, and the dazzling array of knives in front of the door. The sharp blades pointed upward and were densely fixed on a huge iron basin. The charcoal fire was burning under the basin, and the air was distorted by the heat wave.