On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Lin Zhen, dressed in a dark blue casual outfit, walked alongside her with a gentle expression.

He carried a small, exquisite food box containing a variety of delicate pastries specially made by the imperial chefs and suitable for children's tastes.

The school teachers and local officials had already received the news and were respectfully waiting at the school gate. Upon seeing the Emperor and Empress arrive in person, they were so excited that they were almost incoherent.

"Rise, no need for formalities. The Prince and I are just here for a casual visit." Murong Yan raised her hand slightly, her voice calm, her gaze already passing over the crowd and landing on the classroom from which the sound of students reciting their lessons was coming.

Guided by the doctor, Murong Yan and Lin Zhen walked slowly towards the classroom.

Through the open window, you can see dozens of children of different ages sitting inside, wearing newly issued school uniforms in the style of the Holy Symbol, reciting along with an old doctor, their little faces full of seriousness.

Many of these children may have had fathers who fought against the Holy Emblem Army, but here they are, learning the language and culture of the conquerors in their tender voices.

Murong Yan paused outside the window and listened quietly for a while. A complex glint flashed in her phoenix eyes, a mixture of satisfaction, emotion, and perhaps even a hint of barely perceptible expectation.

She turned her head and whispered to Lin Zhen, her voice carrying a hint of coquettishness as she sought reassurance: "Husband, listen, they read quite well. It seems that building this school was the right decision."

Lin Zhen looked at the hint of pride in her eyes, as if she were looking at her own creation, and her heart softened. She replied softly, "Yan'er is far-sighted and has promoted the use of the same language. Her contribution will last for generations. In time, these children will become pillars of our Holy Emblem, and this land will truly become one with our Central Plains."

His words were full of support and appreciation for her decision.

Receiving affirmation, Murong Yan's face lit up with a bright smile, and she happily took Lin Zhen's arm like a little girl: "Yes! I knew my husband would support me! Come on, let's go inside and see the children!"

The two walked into the classroom hand in hand. The children's recitation stopped abruptly, and pairs of clear eyes, filled with timidity and curiosity, all turned to look at the distinguished couple at the door.

The old doctor quickly led the students to stand up and kneel in worship.

"Get up, everyone, and continue reading." Murong Yan said gently as she walked to the front of the classroom, her gaze sweeping over the young faces.

Her dark gold gown contrasted sharply with the simplicity of the classroom, yet it did not instill excessive fear in the children; instead, it possessed a mysterious allure.

Lin Zhen placed the food box on a nearby table, opened the lid, and revealed the adorable and fragrant pastries inside: cakes shaped like little rabbits and tigers, as well as glistening candied fruits. The children's eyes lit up immediately, and they let out soft gasps of amazement.

Seeing this, Murong Yan chuckled and said to the old doctor, "Let the children rest for a while. These snacks are a gift from me and the prince to greet them."

The old doctor quickly expressed his gratitude and had the children line up to receive snacks.

The children were initially a little timid, but under Murong Yan's encouraging gaze and Lin Zhen's gentle smile, they gradually relaxed, carefully accepting the snacks with happy smiles on their faces, saying "Thank you, Your Majesty" and "Thank you, Your Highness" in broken Chinese.

Murong Yan bent down to look at a little girl who was munching on a rabbit-shaped cake, and asked softly, "Is it delicious? What's your name? How old are you?"

The little girl answered timidly, "It's delicious. My name is Jinshun, and I'm seven years old."

"Jin Shun, what a good name." Murong Yan smiled and patted her head. "You must study hard and learn Sheng Hui language well so that you can have a bright future, understand?"

The little girl nodded vigorously, her eyes filled with innocent longing.

Murong Yan asked a few more questions to the children, and the atmosphere gradually became more harmonious.

On a whim, she even picked up the "Thousand Character Classic" on the table and personally led the reading of a few lines.

Her voice was clear and melodious, with a unique rhythm, and the children read along with great enthusiasm.

Lin Zhen stood beside her the whole time, watching her interact with the children with gentle eyes.

He saw the radiant, almost maternal glow on her face, and his love for her deepened.

He knew that behind her iron-fisted approach lay a deep expectation for this land and its future.

“Your Majesty, you are so beautiful, like a fairy in a painting.” A bold boy couldn’t help but say, looking at Murong Yan’s gorgeous dress.

Upon hearing this, Murong Yan was taken aback at first, then couldn't help but smile, her face blooming like a flower. She turned her head, winked at Lin Zhen, and whispered playfully, "Husband, listen, even the child is praising me. It seems that wearing this dress was worthwhile."

Lin Zhen chuckled, leaned close to her ear, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "In my heart, Yan'er is always the most beautiful, no matter when or where."

Murong Yan's cheeks flushed slightly, and she playfully punched him lightly: "You smooth talker!"

The children found their natural and intimate interaction even more endearing.

Even the elderly doctor and the official standing nearby wore smiles of satisfaction.

The entire classroom was filled with a warm and pleasant atmosphere.

After staying at the academy for about half an hour, and bestowing some writing implements and books upon the professor and the academy, Murong Yan and Lin Zhen prepared to leave.

The children were reluctantly seen off at the school gate.

Murong Yan stood on the stone steps in front of the school, looking back at the brand-new school and the children whose eyes had been planted with the seeds of new culture, her heart filled with a sense of accomplishment.

She said to Lin Zhen with a firm tone, "Husband, look, this is true conquest. Making their next generation accept us from the heart is more effective than swords and spears."

“Yan’er is absolutely right.” Lin Zhen nodded. “Shared cultural origins are the foundation for lasting peace and stability.”

The two smiled at each other, the sunlight shining on them and also on the school behind them, a symbol of hope and the future.

Just as Murong Yan turned around, preparing to step down the stone steps—

The movements conveyed a sense of relief at the successful conclusion of the inspection and a sense of pride in looking to the future!

The five-foot-long, dark gold trailing horse, which was spread across the school floor and imbued with the fragrance of books and the breath of spring, was stirred and swept across the bluestone steps with a whoosh!

As the train suddenly billowed up, it revealed the "Golden Embroidery" lining, densely woven with gold threads, which shone brilliantly like the flame of civilization under the bright spring sunshine!

The pattern of a hundred phoenixes facing the sun bursts forth with a dazzling and warm golden light, like the light of enlightenment. The light is full of creation, education and infinite expectations for the future. It is noble and glorious, and carries a profound ambition and broad mind to pass on the torch of civilization and benefit future generations!

This fleeting glimpse is the most magnificent interpretation of her civil administration strategy.

The hem of her skirt fell, obscuring the golden light that shone with hope.

Murong Yan and Lin Zhen, hand in hand, boarded the carriage and left Qiming Academy amidst the respectful farewell of the crowd.

Inside the carriage, Murong Yan leaned lazily against Lin Zhen's shoulder, playing with his fingers: "Husband. When these children grow up, this place will truly be ours."

"Yes, it's all thanks to Yan'er," Lin Zhen said softly, hugging her tightly.

Outside the car, the spring sunshine was bright, and inside the school, the sound of students reading aloud was still ringing out.