On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Murong Yan was not frightened at all. She felt that the arm under her leg was very steady and powerful, but there was no outline on the surface. It was not like those martial artists whose wrists were as thick as their waists.

Murong Yan came down, held Lin Zhen's arm and played with it carefully, and said in surprise: "How did you do that? My husband didn't have such great strength before."

"That's right. So, this Heart-Eating Gu definitely brings more benefits than disadvantages to me, so Yan'er, there's no need to worry."

"Well, never mind. With your personality, you won't be willing to kill Chu Xiling even if I ask you to. I'd better not be that bad woman." Murong Yan sat down again and looked outside the sedan chair.

Although she was a little impulsive just now, she did not forget that she was here to inspect the place.

As we walked out of the city, the sunlight became more and more dazzling, but without any warmth.

Lin Zhen always felt that Murong Yan deliberately went on a southern tour just to avoid Lin Zhen's wedding.

Otherwise, what's the point of a southern tour in the middle of winter? It's freezing cold.

"Yan'er, are you really planning a southern tour? It's so cold now, what's there to see?"

"Actually, I wanted to see if the people from Xuanhemen would suddenly rush out and do something."

"You're using yourself as bait?"

"Isn't it okay? My husband always protected me when there was danger. Now it's time for me to do something."

Lin Zhen was slightly touched.

This girl has grown up.

She is no longer the simple-minded little girl who only thinks about Gu Beichen.

The scenery of the Northland, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting.

On both sides of the road, people of all ages and genders, upon hearing that the empress was going on a southern tour, ran out and knelt on both sides of the newly built straight official road, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, completely ignoring the cold weather.

"Long live your Majesty!"

Seeing this, Murong Yan said to Lin Zhen, "My husband, who do you think is more beloved by the people, me or you?"

Lin Zhen touched his nose, not knowing how to answer.

"Don't avoid the subject!"

"It should be Your Majesty."

Murong Yan lowered the curtain, leaned back in her chair, and sighed, "Alas, my husband, what are we going to do with this newly conquered land? I heard that many Chu officials over there have resigned and returned to Southern Chu."

"Let them go. We will select a prestigious family in the local area that supports Daqian and have them send people to serve as local officials. After the exam next year, we will have new officials."

"Okay, I'll do as my husband says."

As the sedan chair moved forward, the prosperity of the capital was gradually left behind, replaced by vast frozen fields and scattered villages.

In the fields, every household was burning fires to keep warm, and wisps of green smoke rose from the chimneys on the roofs of the houses.

In the village, children in their winter clothes were laughing and playing in the yard, while women gathered together, chatting and doing needlework.

These ordinary yet real life scenes made Murong Yan fall into deep thought.

People's lives are still not rich nowadays, but with the efforts of her and Lin Zhen, they will not go hungry.

Nanchu will soon deliver the annual tribute, and by then, the people's lives should be better.

Lin Zhen was also quietly observing Murong Yan's reaction along the way.

He discovered that this empress, who usually acted high and mighty, showed genuine sympathy and a sense of responsibility in her eyes when facing the suffering of the people.

This made him respect Murong Yan even more, and he secretly decided in his heart that he must help her complete this southern tour mission successfully and contribute his own strength to the prosperity of Daqian.

Before we knew it, it was already afternoon and we arrived in Zhuo County on foot.

The county town is not big, but it is very lively. The streets are filled with various stalls selling local specialties and handicrafts.

Seeing this, Murong Yan was in high spirits and said to Lin Zhen, "Husband, let's go downstairs for a walk!"

"Alright."

Having said that, Lin Zhen was the first to get off the sedan chair and ordered the guards to disperse and provide strict protection.

Murong Yan walked lightly down from the sedan chair. She was wearing a phoenix robe and had an extraordinary noble temperament. Wherever she went, the people looked at her in amazement.

Some people were so excited that their eyes filled with tears, and they knelt down and shouted "Long live"; others stood timidly aside, secretly looking at the legendary empress.

Murong Yan greeted the people one by one with a smile, asked about their living conditions and listened to their voices.

Lin Zhen followed behind her, always alert to the movements around him to ensure her safety.

In front of a stall selling handicrafts, Murong Yan was attracted by an exquisite embroidery.

The embroidery used silk threads to outline a landscape and pastoral scene, with delicate stitches, bright colors, and lifelike appearance.

The stall owner was an elderly woman. Seeing the Empress's interest in her work, her hands trembled with excitement as she knelt down to greet the Empress. "Your Majesty, I embroidered this in my spare time. If you like it, feel free to take it."

Murong Yan smiled and helped her up, saying, "Old man, your craftsmanship is really superb. I like it very much. How much is this embroidery? I will buy it."

The old woman waved her hands hurriedly: "It is a blessing for me that Your Majesty likes me. How dare I accept money?"

Murong Yan refused stubbornly, but eventually bought the embroidery at a high price, making the old woman cry with joy.

After strolling around the market, Murong Yan was in a good mood. She got back on the sedan chair and continued on her way.

Lin Zhen also returned to the sedan chair and sat opposite her.

Murong Yan looked at the embroidery in her hands and said to Lin Zhen, "Look, my husband, the craftsmanship of this folk artist is truly amazing. We have so many talented craftsmen in Daqian. If we can support them, we will surely be able to carry forward folk crafts."

Lin Zhen nodded and said, "You are right. Folk crafts are not only the crystallization of the wisdom of the people, but also the treasure of our Daqian culture. They should indeed be valued."

They had a pleasant conversation along the way, and Murong Yan finally saw the true side of the country under her rule.

As night fell, the sedan chair stopped at an inn.

The post station had already been cleaned by the guards in advance, and rooms and meals were prepared.

After Murong Yan finished her dinner in the room, she said to him, "My dear, we haven't encountered anyone from the Xuanhe Sect along the way. It seems they don't dare to act rashly. Why don't we go back tomorrow?"

"So you came out here just to lure out the people from Xuanhe Sect?"

"Not really. At least I've seen the truest side of the local people. But it's too cold right now. We have stoves to keep warm, but the soldiers are working too hard. Wushe reported this afternoon that Wuqing County has even begun building a temporary palace to welcome me. This is unacceptable, so I plan to return tomorrow and not give the Wuqing County Magistrate any chance."

"Pfft... Hehehe, okay, I'll listen to your majesty."

As for the emperor, he does whatever he wants.

Poor Wuqing County Magistrate failed to flatter the emperor this time and ended up flattering the horse's hoof.

Not only is it a waste of money and time, but the emperor hasn't even gone yet.