On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

In the cold winter of November, snowflakes fluttered like catkins between the towering palaces. The imperial garden was covered in silver, and the jade trees and branches against the backdrop of the white snow looked like a dreamland.

The winding path had long been cleared by the palace maids, leaving only the exquisite snow hills on both sides, like rolling white mountains.

Lin Zhen looked at Sima Chunlei and Gu Zhen standing side by side in front of him.

Both of them were wearing fox fur phoenix robes. The fox fur was pure in color, soft and smooth. The exquisite embroidery on the collar and cuffs was faintly visible under the snow light. Every stitch and every thread outlined the unique luxury of the royal family.

Suddenly Lin Zhen discovered that the style of the phoenix robes they were wearing was almost the same as Murong Yan's, but there were subtle differences.

Murong Yan's phoenix robe had a long train that dragged on the ground, like a flowing golden galaxy. On the back was a golden phoenix with its wings spread out, ready to fly, looking lifelike. On the front was another golden phoenix winding around, with its head nestled intimately at the collar. The gems and gold threads inlaid all over the robe sparkled brightly in the sunlight, demonstrating the supreme imperial power.

In comparison, the tails of Sima Chunlei and Gu Zhen's phoenix robes were a little shorter, just reaching the ground. They swayed slightly when they walked, making them less sluggish and more neat. Although they did not have the golden phoenix of their predecessor, the cuffs and hems were embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns with fine gold thread, which shone with their steps.

The red plum blossoms beside the pavilion bloomed proudly in the snow, and the bright red dots contrasted with the beauty of the three women.

Lin Zhen raised the corner of his mouth and asked softly, "Why are you here?"

Sima Chunlei raised her hand and gently brushed away the falling snow from her shoulders, her eyes fixed on Lin Zhen. "It was His Majesty who sent us here."

Murong Yan's eyes curved slightly, and she smiled, then continued, "You came to the palace today to express your gratitude, but I think it would be better if we had a reunion dinner. After all, we may not be able to attend your wedding."

Speaking of this, Murong Yan felt a little lonely.

As an emperor, he possesses supreme power, but he cannot marry the person he loves in a dignified manner.

That's why she was jealous of Shangguan Wan'er.

The woman who had never even met Lin Zhen could actually become his wife.

Lin Zhen crossed his arms, appearing nonchalant. "You should attend if you have to. The prince of the palace is getting married, and as His Majesty, your attendance is a tribute to the palace. It's normal. As for Chun'er and Zhen'er, you can both accompany Shangguan Wan'er to the wedding."

When Sima Chunlei heard this, a light of surprise instantly flashed in his eyes.

She really wanted to attend Lin Zhen's wedding, but she didn't dare to ask.

Now that Lin Zhen said it himself, she would of course be very happy.

Sima Chunlei couldn't help but clasp her hands together, put them in front of her chest, leaned forward slightly, and said anxiously: "Husband, is it really possible? I really want to..."

When the words were on the tip of his tongue, he seemed to realize that something was wrong. His cheeks became hotter and hotter, and he quickly lowered his eyelids to hide the eagerness in his eyes.

"Of course you can." Lin Zhen stood up, but seeing Murong Yan still avoiding his gaze, he said, "Yan'er, you don't have to worry too much about the ministers' opinions. If you also want to attend the wedding, just make the appropriate arrangements."

The cold wind outside the pavilion whistled past, blowing up the corners of everyone's clothes, but it could not blow away the depression in Murong Yan's heart.

Lin Zhen raised his head slightly, gazing through the eaves of the pavilion at the leaden sky. After a moment, he spoke slowly, "Well, how about Yan'er, in the name of reward, send a few trusted palace maids to attend the wedding on your behalf, with Chun'er and Zhen'er accompanying you. When the banquet is almost over, you can dress up and attend again. This way, we can maintain our friendship and comply with etiquette. The officials won't be able to criticize us either."

Murong Yan's beautiful eyes moved.

Lin Zhen’s proposal made her feel a little moved.

She nodded slightly and whispered, "Good idea! Let's do it!"

"Great! Staying in this palace is so boring, finally there's something fun to do!"

Just as the three women were immersed in happiness, a burst of hurried footsteps was heard.

Murong Wushe was wearing a dark grey eunuch's uniform, with the belt around his waist swaying slightly with his hurried footsteps. He hunched over, walked quickly, and looked anxious as he hurriedly ran in from one end of the corridor.

Lin Zhen saw that he was panicking, but he himself was calm.

Needless to say, for this old man to have such a look on his face, something must have happened.

But he was not worried. With military power in his hands, he knew the world was his.

Anyone who dares to jump is a clown.

Murong Yan wore a phoenix crown on her head and opened her fox fur coat, deliberately revealing the phoenix robe that showed off her status.

"Husband."

Lin Zhen waved his hand, signaling her not to speak.

Soon, Murong Wushe rushed all the way, and when he arrived in front of a few people, he suddenly stopped and lowered his head tremblingly.

He trembled with his lips, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself. Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead and splashed onto the stone road.

Lin Zhen raised his sword-like eyebrows and looked at Murong Wushe. Seeing him like this, he waved his hand gently and said with a gentle smile: "Wushe, don't panic. Just tell me what you want to say."

The sound was like a clear spring hitting rocks, echoing slowly in the imperial garden.

Murong Wushe finally regained his composure after hearing this. He swallowed, raised his head, and said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, Crown Prince, the Minister of the Honglu Temple just sent word that the envoys from the six nations stationed in Daqian have just submitted a letter to the Honglu Temple."

He paused, then secretly glanced up at Murong Yan and Lin Zhen's faces. Seeing their expressions becoming serious, he hurriedly continued, "The letter states that envoys from the six nations will simultaneously arrive in Daqian next month, seeking an audience with His Majesty."

Murong Yan's originally leisurely expression suddenly tensed up. She subconsciously reached out and held Lin Zhen's hand. The soft and boneless hand was slightly cold at this moment. Her beautiful eyes moved and looked at Lin Zhen. Her red lips opened slightly, "Husband, the envoys from the six countries are coming to the capital at the same time. This is very strange. What do you think?"

There was a hint of worry and doubt in his words.

Lin Zhen had a faint smile on his lips and turned his head to look at Murong Yan. The deep meaning in his eyes was unfathomable.

"Don't panic, think carefully with your imperial heart."

Murong Yan's eyebrows slightly furrowed, a hint of doubt flashing across her breathtakingly beautiful face. After a moment's hesitation, she murmured softly, "Could it be that they heard I'm a woman and came here to find out? Or perhaps, they're taking this opportunity to mock me?"

She knew in her heart that revealing her true identity was already controversial, and it was very likely that other countries were laughing at her. This time they came together as a group, which was definitely not a good thing.

Lin Zhen nodded slightly, his eyes showing a bit of depth, and said slowly: "That's possible, what else?"

Lin Zhen seemed to be deliberately guiding Murong Yan.

Murong Yan instantly fell into deep thought. After thinking for a while, she said, "Could it be the Xuanhe Sect?"