On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The winter morning light, like a layer of gauze, silently penetrated through the carved window lattices and poured into Murong Yan's bedroom.

Although that ray of sunlight tried its best to penetrate the cold, it still failed to bring much warmth, but only gave the luxury in the room a faint golden edge.

On the phoenix bed, Lin Zhen and Murong Yan slept in each other's arms, like a perfect couple.

Murong Yan's thigh, as white as snow, was freely straddling Lin Zhen's belly, and her hands were affectionately around Lin Zhen's neck. Their faces were close to each other, their breaths could be heard, and they were filled with tenderness and affection.

When that ray of cool sunlight gently caressed their faces, it was like a gentle morning bell, waking them up from their sweet dreams.

Murong Yan was the first to open her eyes, with some sleepiness still in them. Her voice was lazy and charming, gently stirring people's hearts.

"Did you rest well last night, my husband?"

Lin Zhen opened his eyes slightly, looked at the delicate face in front of him, and thought of the charming moments last night. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and with satisfaction and pampering, he softly replied, "Very good."

After saying that, he gently pinched Murong Yan's cheek, causing her to glare at him coquettishly.

The two stood up. Murong Yan cleared her throat and called out loudly, "Muyue."

The sound was clear and resonated in the bedroom.

Almost instantly, the palace gate was gently pushed open, and Musk Moon walked in with light steps. She had a graceful figure and her behavior was very well-behaved.

Behind him, fifteen palace maids filed in, each holding a black phoenix robe in their hands.

Because the tail is very long and Murong Yan forbids anyone from touching it, it can only be carried layer by layer on a tray.

The phoenix robe was made of fine texture, the fabric shone with a black gold luster in the dim light, and the embroidery was exquisite, with every stitch and thread seeming to speak of the royal majesty and luxury.

I think it must be because the six hundred embroiderers worked day and night yesterday that they were able to complete the sewing in such a short time.

Murong Yan walked gracefully to the dressing table and sat down elegantly.

Just as she was about to raise her hand to fix her hair, she suddenly turned around and said to Musk Moon, "Go and dress your husband. I'll do it myself."

Musk Moon was slightly startled, then responded obediently and moved lightly to the edge of the bed.

Lin Zhen knew what Murong Yan was thinking, but he didn't point it out. He stood up and walked to another dressing table and sat down calmly.

Musk Moon picked up the jade comb and gently lifted Lin Zhen's long hair, and the soft hair slid through the teeth of the comb.

Lin Zhen's big hands seemed to be out of control. He stretched back unconsciously and gently covered Musk Moon's calves. With a faint smile on his face, he rubbed them back and forth.

"Ah...Prince..."

This sudden intimate gesture made Musk Moon's face turn red instantly, and shyness spread from the corners of her eyes and eyebrows to her ears.

Her hand trembled slightly and she almost dropped the comb, but luckily she caught it in time.

But Lin Zhen did not give up. He just touched her lightly and not too hard, neither crossing the line nor being vulgar.

Musk Moon had no choice but to pretend to be calm and continue what she was doing, but her heartbeat was like a dense drumbeat, beating violently in her chest.

Murong Yan saw it all, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, but she pretended not to see it.

"My dear husband, I have to go for morning exercise. You should have a good rest and then follow me to court."

"Alright."

Lin Zhen nodded.

Then, under the careful care of the palace maids, Murong Yan put on the extremely gorgeous black phoenix robe, phoenix crown and super long train.

The phoenix crown on her head is a masterpiece of exquisite craftsmanship.

The main body of the phoenix crown is made of pure gold, which has a tough texture and shines with a warm luster, as if it has been coated with a thin layer of gold by the rising sun.

It is engraved with delicate and intricate patterns, and each texture seems to tell an ancient and mysterious story. The smooth lines outline cloud patterns and ruyi patterns, which symbolize good luck and good fortune. The layers are stacked together, showing its extraordinary nobility.

In the center, a phoenix stands proudly with its head held high and wings spread. It is inlaid with colorful gems, with rubies as eyes, looking sharp and majestic.

The wings are paved with sapphires, which sparkle with a deep glow under the light; the body is embellished with pearls, each one round and full, emitting a soft halo, making the phoenix more lively and vivid, as if it is about to spread its wings and fly into the sky in the next second.

The bead curtains hanging on both sides of the phoenix crown are all made of high-quality oriental pearls. Each oriental pearl is uniform in size and warm in color. They sway gently in the breeze and collide with each other, making crisp and pleasant sounds, adding a touch of mystery and elegance to Murong Yan's appearance.

Looking at the phoenix robe she was wearing, it was extremely luxurious.

The robe is made of black brocade, the black color is as deep as the endless night sky, and also like a mysterious pool, revealing an innate solemnity and majesty.

On the brocade, gold and silver threads weave together, and the embroidered phoenix pattern is about to emerge.

The phoenix has a nimble and graceful figure, with long tail feathers winding and stretching like flowing flames, burning with endless passion and power.

Each of its feathers is embroidered in great detail, with gold threads outlining the contours and silver threads depicting the textures. Under the sunlight, it sparkles with dazzling light, which makes people marvel.

The fifty-meter-long train is made of the same material as the robe, but the craftsmanship is even more exquisite.

It spread out from behind Murong Yan, like the Milky Way pouring down to the earth.

The pattern on the train is mainly composed of blooming peonies. The huge peony flowers are gorgeous and the petals are layered. Each petal is embroidered with silk threads of different colors, some as pink as a girl's cheeks, and some as rosy as the clouds in the evening. It is matched with smart cloud patterns and exquisite Ruyi knots, which symbolizes wealth, good fortune, happiness and health.

When Murong Yan walked, the tail moved slowly, and the peony seemed to sway gently in the wind, emitting bursts of floral fragrance; the cloud pattern was like floating clouds, light and free; the Ruyi knot danced with her steps, smart and lively.

The entire train seemed to have life, echoing with Murong Yan's every move, and it was breathtakingly beautiful.

Outside the palace, Wushe was standing quietly waiting.

His posture was as straight as a pine tree, and his stern face looked even more resolute and strong in the morning light.

Seeing Murong Yan coming out, he bowed and said in a loud voice: "Your Majesty, the assassins last night have confessed. They are from Hardmen and were sent through..."

Murong Yan nodded slightly, her eyes sweeping deep into the distance.

Suddenly, her beautiful eyes flickered to Wushe, and she interrupted, "Don't report what happened last night. Just walk with me for a few moves first."

After saying that, without giving Wushe any chance to react, he tapped the ground with his toes, and like a nimble flying swallow, he shot out in an instant and slapped Wushe with his bare hands.

This palm strike seemed gentle, but in fact it contained a mystery. The wind from the palm whistled past, causing the surrounding air to vibrate slightly, and there was even a faint sound of wind and thunder.