The Fierce Stand-In Bride: Tyrant, Get on Your Knees!

The bridal sedan lurched to a sudden stop.

Its violent rocking churned Shen Jingyu’s already weak body. She lifted one corner of the curtain, and saw a tightly shut vermilion gate, with a gleaming array of blades before it, their edges glinting coldly.

The sharp blades pointed upward, packed close together and fixed over a huge iron basin. Charcoal blazed beneath it, and the heat shimmered in the air.