On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

After the general's reward was completed, the rest of the people began.

The endless stream of praises lasted for nearly an hour.

At this moment, Murong Yan's expression grew solemn. She took out a roll of newly drafted laws and said in a cold voice, "Today, I wish to promulgate new laws. The Duke of the previous dynasty will only be allowed to inherit the title for one generation. This will rectify the government and eliminate redundant and corrupt officials!"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar in the hall.

Many dukes who had followed Lin Zhenxian into battle and were later granted titles of state now looked shocked and resentful.

However, Lin Zhenxian's eyes were as fast as lightning as he swept across the entire audience. Wherever he looked, everyone fell silent.

No one dared to disobey Murong Yan.

Therefore, the Dukes, including Lu Buting, had to grit their teeth and swallow their dissatisfaction.

I thought about going back and talking to Lin Zhen after the reward was over, so as to at least keep my salary!

Before the crowd could calm down, Lin Zhenxian stepped forward, clasped his fists, and said, "Your Majesty, I have another matter to report. I wish to hold a new wedding for my son, Lin Zhen, in three days. He will marry Shangguan Wan'er, the daughter of Shangguan Moxuan of Qin. This marriage will greatly benefit the diplomatic relations between our Qian Kingdom and Qin. I hope Your Majesty will grant your approval."

Murong Yan was slightly stunned.

Although I knew this day would come, I still feel a little unhappy.

But thinking about her own identity and situation, Murong Yan smiled faintly and nodded: "Your Highness, this move is well-planned and accurate!"

The ministers in the palace reacted immediately and offered their congratulations: "Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations, Crown Prince!"

Lin Zhenjun blushed slightly and clasped his fists in return.

......

As the lights come on, the capital city seems to be covered with a gorgeous veil, hiding the solemnity of the day and revealing its dissolute and decadent side.

And Yanlai Tower, the second largest den of brothel in the capital, is now like a night pearl emitting a decadent light, attracting visitors from all over the world.

Inside the Yanlai Tower, there are carved beams and painted buildings.

High-hanging lanterns emanated a soft, ambiguous glow, illuminating the hall's splendor. The exquisite carpet, brought all the way from the Western Regions, was soft and thick, making no sound when stepped on. The exotic flowers embroidered on it were said to have been the work of skilled Persian artisans, each stitch and thread imbued with an exotic charm.

In the hall, ebony tables and chairs were arranged in an orderly manner, and the tables were filled with delicacies and the aroma of wine was everywhere. The wines were all fine wines collected from all over the place, some were mellow and strong, while others were clear and sweet, which attracted everyone to raise their glasses frequently.

Men and women were walking around, and laughter and joy could be heard everywhere.

The dignitaries were dressed in silk and satin; the literati also mingled among them, and no matter how cold it was, they had to fan themselves with folding fans; the merchants were potbellied and had shrewd eyes, and while they were talking business with others, they did not forget to cast admiring glances at the beauties passing by.

The women are a beautiful part of the Yanlai Tower. The pretty girls walk lightly, wearing cool clothes that reveal their white thighs and half of their plump breasts. They are charming and have exquisite makeup.

In this noisy second-floor box, Chen Xiao was half lying down, like a spectator who was not involved in the matter, or a tired guest who was immersed in it.

He was tall and slender, his dark brocade robe casually opened, revealing a hideous scar that had just scabbed over, giving him a somewhat unruly air. His hair was simply tied up with a jade hairpin, a few strands cascading across his forehead, adding a touch of laziness to his stern features.

He half-closed his eyes, with a hint of confusion in his narrow pupils, admiring the dance of four coolly dressed brothel singers in front of him.

The singers have graceful figures, like willows in the wind, swaying their waists lightly.

The dance costume is as thin as a cicada's wing and colorful. As she dances, the skin underneath is faintly visible, which is very dazzling.

Chen Xiao held the wine jug in his left hand, and from time to time he picked up a peanut with his right hand and threw it into his mouth. His movements were casual and free, and while chewing, a satisfied expression appeared on his face, looking very cool.

Adjutant Kangda stood aside, looking like a novice who had never been to a brothel, his posture as straight as a pine tree.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were full of anxiety as he looked at Chen Xiao.

"General, can we just not go back to see His Majesty?" Kunda said in a low voice, with a hint of urgency in his voice, "Today His Majesty is going to reward people according to their merits. How many people have been eagerly looking forward to this day, hoping to stand out in front of His Majesty and win a bright future. And you, at this critical moment, come to Yanlai Tower..."

Chen Xiao pretended not to hear, still immersed in his own world. He threw another peanut into his mouth, chewed it for a few times, and then slowly said, "I didn't ask you to follow me. Go back by yourself."

His voice was low and hoarse, a little drunken, but also full of unquestionable determination.

"No, General!" Kunda stepped forward, clenched his fists, and spoke with increasing determination. "You've always acted spontaneously, and today is different from the past. This concerns your future, your life, and your property."

Chen Xiao chuckled, his laughter full of self-mockery and sadness: "Future? Life and property? I shouldn't have lived until now. I didn't die this time, and I probably won't have the chance next time. If Your Majesty would show mercy and kill me, I would be more than happy to do so."

As he spoke, he raised the wine jug and took a big gulp from the spout. The wine flowed down the corners of his mouth and soaked his collar.

Seeing this, Kangda's heart ached. He rushed forward, trying to snatch the wine jug from Chen Xiao's hand. "General, why are you doing this? Life is about enjoying life while it lasts. Look, this Yanlai Tower is so lively, with fine wine and beautiful women. Let's make some extra money, go to the brothel, and have a good time. Isn't that better than anything else?"

Chen Xiao suddenly shook off Kangda's hand, a flash of anger in his eyes: "What do you know?" He paused, as if all his strength had been drained away. He slowly sat down, staring blankly ahead, "For me, life is just suffering. What's the point?"

In an instant, childhood memories came flooding back like a tide, completely drowning him.

A gambling father, a messy mother, relatives who roll their eyes, and neighbors who despise you.

What did I do wrong in my past life? Why did I have to be born into such a family and such a filthy world?

I shouldn't be fucking alive.

Chen Xiao raised the wine jug again, tilted his head back and took a big gulp. The spicy wine choked him and made him cough a few times.

Kunda said, "General, if you want to die so badly, why don't you commit suicide?"

"Nonsense! You see a beautiful girl on the street and you want to rape her? Can you do that? You can only think about it because there are moral and legal constraints."

At this point, Chen Xiao sneered and said, "Oh, it's just like I really want to die, but that doesn't mean I'm going to commit suicide right away. I want to be worthy of the prince's kindness. If I can die heroically in battle, that would be my best reward to the prince, but if I commit suicide, that would be a disservice to the prince."

After saying this, he suddenly stood up, his body swaying a little, and staggered towards the dancing singer.

The singers were so frightened that their faces turned pale and their dance steps became flustered. They wanted to avoid it but did not dare to stop rashly.

Chen Xiao reached out and pulled one of the singers into his arms.

The singer's eyes widened in fear, tears welling up in her eyes. She pushed hard with both hands, "I am a prostitute. I only sell my art, not my body. General, please spare my life!"

Her voice was trembling and tearful, like a frightened deer.

Chen Xiao, however, acted as if he hadn't heard anything. He held the singer tightly in his arms, and muttered in his drunken voice, "Why did you bring me into this world? Do you know how much I hate you?"

His eyes were empty and confused, as if he was asking the singer in front of him, or questioning his fate.

The singer was so frightened that she trembled and dared not speak, she could only struggle desperately.