On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Lin Zhen hurried out of Shangguan Wan'er's courtyard under the watery moonlight. When he looked up, he saw the bright moon hanging high in the sky, casting its silvery light, illuminating every inch of the palace, making it flicker and bright, like a dream.

His figure dragged a long, lonely black shadow on the snow, and he walked towards Fengxian Pavilion with one deep step and one shallow step.

Fengxian Pavilion stands tall in a corner of the palace, and its flying eaves and brackets outline a cold and majestic outline in the moonlight.

Lin Zhen stepped onto the stairs leading to Fengxian Pavilion step by step, and each step seemed to carry a heavy burden on his heart.

As we got closer, the solemn and dignified atmosphere inside Fengxian Pavilion became more and more intense.

As soon as he stepped into the pavilion, he was enveloped by dim light. Only a few eternally burning lamps flickered unyieldingly in the corners, like jumping will-o'-the-wisp fires, trying to dispel the darkness around him, adding a sense of mystery and weirdness to this quiet space.

The dim light of the eternal lamp illuminates the surrounding walls, and the portraits on the walls slowly come into view.

The people in the painting all have deep eyes, as if they are gazing at the present moment through time and space.

They are either ancestors of the palace, with dignified faces, carrying the glory of the family's past; or they are people who have made great contributions to the palace. Even though time has left mottled marks on the portraits, it is still difficult to conceal the heroic spirit between their brows.

And there is Lin Zhen’s father, Lin Tong.

Directly in front, a row of sandalwood tablets are neatly arranged, with golden characters on them shining brightly in the dim light, engraved with the names of ancestors from past generations.

Fresh fruits and vegetables and fragrant wine are offered in front of the tablet, and wisps of green smoke rise from the incense burner and slowly circle in the air.

Lin Zhen slowly climbed the stairs. The wooden stairs made a slight creaking sound under his feet, which was particularly clear in the quiet night.

Along the way, strands of moonlight filtered through the carved window lattices, interweaving patches of silvery light and shadow on the ground, forming a sharp contrast with the dimness of the room.

The higher you go, the colder it becomes, as if an invisible hand is gently caressing your skin, bringing a hint of coolness.

When you finally reach the top and look into the distance, a dreamlike panoramic view of the palace slowly unfolds before your eyes.

Under the moonlight, the pavilions and towers of the palace were arranged in an orderly manner, like a star-studded network of jade palaces. The snow on the roofs was like white clouds, lying lightly, and occasionally a few of them slipped down and rustled down.

The lake in the courtyard had long been frozen over, and the ice surface shimmered coldly in the moonlight, like a huge silver mirror, reflecting the dead trees and pavilions on the shore. The real and the unreal complemented each other, as if two worlds overlapped here.

The corridor twists and turns like a giant dragon under the snow; the carvings on the pillars cast mysterious and beautiful shadows under the moonlight.

The snow on the rockery makes the usually rugged rocks look round and soft. The few dead grasses that stubbornly emerge from the cracks in the rocks are now covered with frost and snow, like crystal clear works of art.

Lin Zhen leaned against the railing, the cold wind blowing on his face, but he was unaware of it. He just looked at everything with a dazed look.

He couldn't quite tell whether what he saw was reality or a dream.

Fortunately, I saw Shangguan Wan'er's face today.

That must be reality, right? After all, I've never seen her before.

But if it were reality...

Lin Zhen lowered his head and slowly opened his clothes. The hideous wound on his chest came into view, looking particularly glaring in this white snowy night.

If this is reality, then why can I still live without a heart?

The cold wind blew, and Lin Zhen couldn't help but shiver and closed his clothes.

He recalled the tense layout when he first arrived in Daqian and the motivation to take away Gu Beichen's luck, and remembered the hardships and setbacks along the way.

Those faces, those voices, those moments, whether warm or cold, flashed before my eyes like a kaleidoscope of light, yet they all seemed unreal, as if separated by a thin veil, within reach, yet out of reach.

"Lin Zhen..." A gentle call was like a ray of warm light, instantly breaking through his contemplation.

Lin Zhen suddenly turned around and saw that Chu Xiling had just finished bathing. Her black hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, and a few strands of wet hair stuck to her cheeks, making her face look even more delicate and charming.

However, in this cold night, the water droplets at the ends of her hair had already frozen into ice, like strings of tiny crystals, sparkling with a cold light in the dim light.

She was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe with fluttering sleeves, like a fairy walking on the moon, with lotus flowers blooming at every step, as she slowly approached him.

Lin Zhen looked at her, and was a little dazed for a moment.

I just felt that the woman in front of me was so beautiful that she was like a dream, making everything around her look dim.

When Chu Xiling came closer, he came back to his senses and asked softly, "How did you know I was here?"

Chu Xiling raised her head slightly and looked at him: "Hou Chun said so."

Lin Zhen nodded slightly, was silent for a moment, and then spoke again: "Do you remember everything in your dream?"

Chu Xiling's eyes moved slightly, and she nodded gently: "I remember now."

As she spoke, she quietly walked around behind Lin Zhen, stretched out her arms, and gently hugged him from behind, her hands resting squarely on his chest with the hideous scar.

She put her face against Lin Zhen's back and whispered softly: "And, it's very clear..."

Lin Zhen's body stiffened slightly, and he felt Chu Xiling's body temperature coming through his clothes.

"Then my heart..."

"Your heart is still there, and the scars on it are the result of the erosion of the Heart-Eating Gu."

"Can you tell me what's going on?"

Chu Xiling sighed softly and held Lin Zhen tightly, not letting go. "When I was young, my father, in order to dominate the world, forbade the expenditure of manpower, material resources, and financial resources. He sent a witch from Miaojiang. The witch was skilled in using poison, especially the Heart-Eating Poison, which was said to control husbands through their wives. My father issued an edict, ordering all princesses to be infected with the Heart-Eating Poison. When they came of age, they were to be sent to other countries to marry into other countries, so that he could control the princes of other countries."

Lin Zhen asked, "Are you saying that all the princesses of your Chu Kingdom have Gu?"

Chu Xiling shook her head: "No, it's just me."

"why?"

"Because those princesses who were infected with the Heart-Eating Gu suffered the backlash from it, becoming half-human, half-ghost. Only I and the Heart-Eating Gu merged into one, and successfully grew up. My father had high hopes for me and asked me to read and write, and delve into politics. A few months ago, I led a diplomatic mission for the first time, and that's when I met you."

"Then what's the matter with you planting a dream for me?"

"The mother and carrier of the Heart-Eating Gu can connect through dreams. This means you will meet me every time you dream from now on."

That sounds a bit scary.

However, Chu Xiling is definitely a well-deserved beauty, so Lin Zhen did not find it difficult to accept this.

I hope I will dream less in the future...

"What about my heart?"

"Your heart belongs to me, and also to the Heart-Eating Gu."