On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Murong Yan's words were sincere and earnest, each word coming from the heart. However, this deep affection did not stir the slightest ripple in Lin Zhen's heart.

After all, Murong Yan's strength is not enough to intimidate the officials in the court. Just because my family doesn't rebel, she treats me like a soft persimmon and keeps squeezing me.

Lin Zhen's lips curled up into a faint smile, and his tone was a bit teasing: "Your Majesty, apart from reducing my salary, it seems that there is no other more effective way to punish me."

Upon hearing this, Murong Yan frowned slightly, then relaxed again. A confident smile blossomed on her face. She leaned lazily on the dragon throne, her peerless beauty looking even more enchanting in the interweaving of light and shadow.

"Lin Zhen, don't be so complacent! I've already figured out how to deal with you."

Just brag.

Lin Zhen curled his lips in disdain and said, "I am all ears."

"I heard that this Eight Oxen Crossbow was modified by yourself?"

"Yes."

Murong Yan crossed her legs leisurely and said in a leisurely tone, as if discussing a doctrine: "Send fifty to the palace."

"Pfft... Your Majesty, do you want so many to shoot the swans in the back garden?" Lin Zhen was so angry that he laughed.

It seems that Murong Yan's anger is fake, and she is really thinking about her Eight Ox Crossbow.

If you want something, just say it. Why do you have to act so sincere?

Or does the emperor like acting?

"Why do you care what I want to shoot?" Murong Yan pretended to be majestic, but a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "I can shoot whatever I want, wherever I want, even if I shoot on the wall, it has nothing to do with you. Just answer, give it or not?"

Lin Zhen shook his head and said, "Your Majesty, the construction of the Eight Oxen Crossbow is time-consuming and laborious. It would be more appropriate for me to directly tell you the design method and let you personally find a skilled craftsman to complete it."

"No, you have to do it and send it to me when it's done." Murong Yan shook her head firmly. She understood now.

If you want to get what Lin Zhen wants, the best way is to reach out and ask for it, not to snatch it from him. Just like the incident with the carriage and horse business, he could have just sat back and enjoyed the fruits of his labor, but due to a momentary greed, he insisted on holding on to it, and ended up becoming a burden that made him lose money every day.

Lin Zhen sighed, feeling a pang of sadness. He thought to himself that Murong Yan had grown too fast. She knew building the Eight Oxen Crossbow would be expensive, so she let him do it while she reaped the benefits. What a calculated plan.

Well, my family is rich and powerful, so I don’t need her little things.

Besides, upgrading the Eight Oxen Crossbow is a great contribution to the country. When Murong Yan brings up this matter in the court tomorrow, it can also shut up Youyou.

But Lin Zhen didn't think that the Gu family would make this almost shameful thing public.

Lin Zhen bowed slightly and spoke earnestly, "I accept your command and thank you, but I must make a point. The Eight Ox Crossbow is a national treasure, and we should prioritize our military reserves. As for the fifty units Your Majesty requested, I can only raise them monthly and present them gradually."

"I agree." Murong Yan nodded, then changed the subject, sitting up straight with a sharp gaze: "But you have to answer me one question, why is the carriage and horse business losing money every day? Don't you have everything prepared?"

Lin Zhen sneered in his heart.

Sure enough.

Even in the hands of experienced and wealthy businessmen in the capital, running a carriage business might not be profitable, let alone Murong Yan, the empress who has no idea about business.

Only I can turn him into a cash cow.

Lin Zhen hid his smile and said, "This is a business secret. I cannot tell you." "How dare you! You dare to hide it when I ask you?"

"Your Majesty, please understand that every industry has its own unwritten rules. If the secrets were known to the world, Daqian would be filled with profit-seeking merchants, with no common people left. So, Your Majesty, please figure it out yourself."

"Forget it. I don't have time to study these money-making things." Murong Yan pretended to sneer and waved her hand: "I'll give it back to you, but you must submit 10,000 taels of silver every month as my dividend."

Ten thousand taels?

This woman is crazy!

"Your Majesty, why don't you just carry the carriage and rob people in the streets!"

Murong Yan had an unspoken smile on her lips. She gently stretched out her slender fingers, which were as delicate as scallions, and elegantly drew the shape of an "eight" in the air.

"Then I want 80% of your income, no bargaining allowed!"

Lin Zhen shook his head: "Impossible, 10%!"

"Seventy percent!"

"One percent!"

"Lin Zhen! Don't be so arrogant. My final price is 50%!"

Lin Zhen held up a finger and said firmly, "One percent, otherwise Your Majesty will not have to return the carriage business to me."

"You!" Murong Yan's chest heaved with rage, as if about to burst out. "Damn it... one success, one success! Send it monthly. If you're one day late, I'll skin you alive!"

"The minister obeys the order."

"get out!"

Murong Yan waved her hand and walked angrily behind the screen.

Lin Zhen showed a victorious smile, turned around and disappeared under the moonlight of the palace.

......

If you hold back your anger for a while, you will get angrier the more you think about it.

Murong Yan sat leisurely on the bed, holding a pillow in her arms, her clothes slightly open, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders, exuding an unadorned lazy beauty.

She rolled up her trouser legs, revealing her ankles as smooth as jade, and her beautiful white feet were immersed in the warm water.

"Damn Lin Zhen!"

Murong Yan couldn't help but pinch the pillow in her arms hard, as if the pillow was Lin Zhen himself.

Before her eyes, Huanhuan was kneeling on the ground, carefully washing Murong Yan's feet. Her lips curled slightly, her complaints evident in her words: "Your Majesty truly dotes on Lin Zhen, and you're reluctant to punish him for even something like this. Meanwhile, Court Judge Gu was mercilessly expelled from the palace for a mere minor offense..."

"How dare you! Lin Zhen is the prince of the royal palace, and his status is noble. How can I allow you to speak so casually? Besides, I have my own considerations on the affairs of the court. How can you make arbitrary comments?"

Huanhuan bit her lower lip gently, her eyes sparkling with grievance, and she murmured softly, "That's how it is..."

"Although Lin Zhen acted recklessly this time, he killed those who deserved to die. Qingzhu's family were simply simple, powerless people in the countryside, yet those imperial guards were so cruel and merciless, not only killing innocent people but also insulting Qingzhu's mother and sister. I truly don't think Lin Zhen did anything wrong. I simply had to punish him for the sake of the stability of the court."

"In contrast, Gu Beichen allowed the palace soldiers to harm the people. If it weren't for the Gu family's many years of meritorious service and his own considerable talent, I would never have forgiven them so easily."

"But..." Before Huanhuan could finish her words, she was coldly interrupted by Murong Yan.

"That's enough! I don't want to hear you say anything that favors the Gu family anymore!"

Murong Yan's expression today was filled with impatience, leaving Huan Huan at a loss for what to do. She could only timidly nod in agreement. Then, she gently picked up a handkerchief embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon and carefully wiped the water from Murong Yan's feet. Once everything was settled, Murong Yan climbed onto the bed.

Huanhuan gently blew out the flame on the candlestick, her figure slowly retreating in the dim light until she disappeared outside the palace gate. The bedroom was suddenly plunged into a deep darkness, only the bright moonlight outside the window sneaked through the cracks in the window frame, casting a silver frost on the ground, adding a touch of softness to the quiet night.

Murong Yan lay on her side, a deep, snow-white ravine flashing across her chest. She rubbed it impatiently, and a wave of pain came over her. She sighed, "Oh, I don't know how long I have to be imprisoned... How did you grow so big!"

Every time Murong Yan bound her breasts, she would have the urge to cut off this pair of exquisite pieces.

Before I knew it, the night was already dark.

Murong Yan tossed and turned, unable to sleep, so she hugged the pillow again, closing her beautiful eyes and muttering, "Damn Lin Zhen..."

......

After the rain, the sky cleared up the next day and was clear, high and far.

However, Lin Zhen's mood was incompatible with this beautiful scenery.

Because he had a nightmare all night.

I thought it was the aftereffect of murder and didn't take it seriously. But when I woke up, I found Qingwen's thigh pressing on my chest.

He burst into laughter.

I knew it, it’s just a few lives, how could I, as the prince of a royal palace, still feel burdened? It turns out it’s this little girl!

The displeasure in Lin Zhen's heart instantly turned into a hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth.

He smiled gently, and with a bit of doting, he patted Qingwen's round buttocks lightly, not too hard, making a light "pia~" sound, and the air seemed to be filled with a subtle charm.

"嘤咛~"

"The sun is scorching! Get up quickly!"

Qingwen murmured in a hazy state, as softly as if in a dream: "Um...don't."

She unconsciously took Lin Zhen's arm into her arms, and her legs were tightly wrapped around his chest, with a bit of coquettish meaning: "My lord, I am so tired, let me sleep for a while~"

Lin Zhen felt the warmth and unspoken tenderness coming from his arms, and his heart couldn't help but ripple. He secretly sighed: "What a nagging little goblin."

This girl always expresses herself in the most natural and preferred way, and she enjoys both the posture and the tone of voice.

What? Tee?

No no no.

Two passes are fine, but three passes are absolutely not. The sanitary conditions in this era are too poor. Don’t worry that Lu Dehao, who likes to lick feet, will get sick first even if he doesn’t get sick.

Lin Zhen didn't hit her again, but patted her gently, saying in a gentle voice: "Alright, alright, hurry up and get up. I have an important task for you."

"Really? Is that true?" Qingwen jumped up upon hearing that.

The distance between the two of them suddenly narrowed, their noses almost touching, and their alluring red lips were also so close that it seemed as if they would touch each other's cheeks at any time.

Lin Zhen could even smell the faint fragrance from her nose, which made his heart flutter. He thought this girl was going to kiss him. But he didn't expect her to slide down his body lightly like a water snake.

"Sir, you speak, and I will serve you."

"Won't it delay..."

Qingwen nodded and said softly, "It won't be delayed~"

Lin Zhen let out a long sigh and said, "I own a carriage and horse business. Your Majesty took it away a few days ago, but now it's back. I plan to hand it over to you to manage."

"Hmm." Qingwen nodded silently while busying herself.