On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

This is really strange.

Sima Chunlei was just about to make up his mind when Murong Yan arrived.

Could it be that there is some kind of arrangement in the dark?

Sima Chunlei looked at the medicine bag in her hand, then hid it in her belt and stood up.

No matter what, since Murong Yan didn't push the door open directly, but asked the eunuchs to cheer, then she must go to greet her herself, otherwise it would break the rules.

Sima Chunlei was wearing a purple palace dress embroidered with noble peonies. She stood up and took a hesitant step forward.

Finally, a eunuch pushed open the door of her palace, and Murong Yan strode into the courtyard.

Sima Chunlei then opened the palace door, pretended to be very nervous and came out to greet her, and knelt on both knees in front of Murong Yan.

"I am late in welcoming you, Your Majesty. Please forgive me."

Murong Yan glanced at her and said calmly, "Get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Although she said she stood up, Murong Yan had already walked in front of her, like a god stepping on the clouds, emitting an inviolable majesty, which made Sima Chunlei's knees, which were about to straighten up, kneel down again.

Then, Murong Yan's phoenix robe came into view.

For some reason, Sima Chunlei felt a sharp pain in her heart the moment she saw the phoenix robe.

That extremely gorgeous phoenix robe was truly a work of art, the fabric was extraordinary, it felt warm to the touch, and every thread exuded a sense of nobility.

Golden threads weave through it, outlining a lifelike phoenix totem with each feather distinctly visible, as if trembling in the sunlight, ready to flap its wings and soar into the sky at any moment.

Rare gemstones such as rubies, sapphires, and cat's eyes are inlaid in the eyes, claws, and tail of the phoenix. With Murong Yan's subtle movements, the phoenix shines brightly and brilliantly, as if the starry sky is draped over its body.

Looking at the more than ten-meter-long tail, it is even more exquisite.

The edge of the tail is embroidered with a lively and elegant flame pattern with extremely fine silver thread. The flames jump and roll, as if there are real flames dancing, revealing endless heat and vitality. This is a symbol of the phoenix's rebirth from the ashes.

The layers of skirt are embroidered with phoenixes of various shapes.

Some sing loudly; some spread their wings; and some look back and gaze with affection in their eyes.

Each phoenix is ​​embroidered with delicate needlework, with stitches so fine that they are almost invisible. Gold and silver threads are used, which gleam with a metallic luster under the light, making the phoenix seem substantial and vivid.

The phoenix is ​​surrounded by multicolored auspicious clouds, embroidered with very light silk threads, appearing and disappearing, and dotted with tiny pearls and coral beads.

Sima Chunlei clenched the corner of her clothes, her knuckles turned white, and the envy in her heart surged like a surging tide.

Such a beautiful phoenix robe and train, why can't I wear it!

No, it’s more jealousy than envy.

Because this phoenix robe and train are not only a symbol of honor, but also a symbol of power, and are ironclad evidence of Murong Yan's dominance over the world.

And under the shadow of this power, I am just an ant.

Even if his father was the prime minister of the dynasty, even if he was the mistress of the harem, even if the Sima family was deeply rooted.

These are still nothing in front of Murong Yan.

And all this was given to her by Lin Zhen.

Why...why can't you give it to me? If I were the emperor, I would definitely be a hundred times wiser than this woman!

It was not until Murong Yan walked into the house gracefully that Sima Chunlei felt the pain in her knees piercing like needles. She bit her lower lip, supported herself on the ground with both hands, and slowly stood up. Every movement was filled with caution and humility.

As she stepped into the hall, warmth accompanied by the elegant aroma of ambergris hit her face, but it could not dispel the gloom in her heart.

Murong Yan lazily sat on the centrally located warm couch, covered with a thick brocade quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water. Her slender fingers gently fiddled with the train, her movements graceful and unhurried, as she stacked the heavy brocade neatly beside the couch, seemingly carefree yet deliberately displaying a sense of control.

Sima Chunlei suppressed the bitterness and uneasiness in her heart, bowed, and spoke softly, her voice carrying a touch of just the right amount of humility: "Where is the maid that Your Majesty specially summoned yesterday? Why didn't she bring the tail to Your Majesty?"

While speaking, Sima Chunlei raised her eyes slightly, her gaze met Murong Yan's stunningly beautiful yet cold face, and then quickly dropped them.

It can be seen that she has something to hide and is also afraid of Murong Yan.

Murong Yan opened her red lips slightly, her voice cold and clear, like broken ice in a cold night: "I still prefer to take care of it myself."

"If you just drag it on the floor like this, it will get dirty in half a day and break in a few days."

"If it's broken, let the palace maids fix it. They have nothing to do anyway. Besides, my husband has found a new way to make money. From now on, we can send the palace maids who are no longer needed out to work in weaving."

"The minister and concubine follow the order."

"And one more thing." Murong Yan suddenly leaned on the small table, looking at her with a playful look: "I came here today because I have something to tell you."

Sima Chunlei's heart tightened, and he quickly knelt and saluted, saying respectfully, "Your Majesty, please give your instructions."

Murong Yan raised her eyes slightly, scanning Sima Chunlei with a look of scrutiny and warning, "Concubine Ning is now pregnant. This is your husband's second child, and we absolutely cannot let her get lost. You must immediately arrange for the most appropriate people to take care of her. Remember! Be attentive and attentive. If anything happens to this child, I will hold you accountable."

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Sima Chunlei's ears.

She clenched her hands hidden in her sleeves suddenly, and her trimmed and round nails dug deep into her palms.

How did Murong Yan know that Gu Zhen was pregnant?

Could it be that the imperial physician he sent leaked the secret?

That's impossible. That imperial physician was promoted by my father and sent to the palace to take the pulses of the concubines in the harem. He is definitely one of our own.

Did Gu Zhen send someone to tell you?

Probably.

Gu Zhen must have guessed that he was going to take action, so he immediately sent someone to tell Murong Yan, hoping to save the child's life.

Yeah.

She usually looks naive and innocent like an unmarried girl, but after all this trouble, she has put all her thoughts into this.

Seeing her expression constantly changing, Murong Yan knew that she must be very shocked, so she sneered.

"Hahaha, Chun'er, I know what you're thinking. You really want to improve yourself. To the point of doing things that are out of character. But let me tell you, if Gu Zhen loses this child, not only will you not be able to become queen, you'll probably lose your position as imperial concubine and your father's position as prime minister."

Sima Chunlei smiled bitterly and bowed, saying, "I do not understand what Your Majesty means."

"You don't have to pretend to be ignorant. You know exactly what I mean. Given your husband's character, once he finds out that you aborted Gu Zhen's child, you'll be completely finished. Not only will you instantly lose your husband's favor, but you'll also lose everything you have today. Furthermore, given the prince's character, he will never let the murderer of his great-grandson go."

Sima Chunlei's body trembled slightly as Murong Yan spoke.

Murong Yan stood up, her phoenix robe falling. She walked over to her and patted her shoulder. "Your Sima family has just ascended to power. It's time to establish roots and cultivate disciples. If your position as Imperial Concubine is abolished at this moment, then your father's position as Prime Minister will also be abolished. The family lintel that you value most will be completely thrown into the abyss by yourself."

Murong Yan sighed, looking somewhat melancholy. "To be honest, I don't really like Gu Zhen either, but she is my husband's concubine after all. In Daqian, my husband and I have equal power. There's nothing he can't do to anyone he wants to deal with. So... you should just pray that Gu Zhen's child is born safely."

After saying this, Murong Yan turned around and was about to leave, but Sima Chunlei stopped her: "Your Majesty..."

Murong Yan didn't look back. She stood at the palace gate with her back to Sima Chunlei. Her voice came faintly, "Don't worry. As long as you manage the harem well, even if Gu Zhen gives birth to a hundred children, she can't take away your position as queen."

After saying this, Murong Yan walked out without looking back.

Sima Chunlei knelt down again in front of her back, kowtowed respectfully, and tears of regret flowed down his face.

"Your Majesty, I bow to thank you for your grace!"