On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Murong Yan gave Qingxia a few more instructions.

It’s nothing more than taking good care of the baby. If you need anything, go directly to Lin Zhen, or you can come to the palace to find her.

Now that a woman has become emperor, the tradition of women being beaten when entering the palace should be abolished.

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The scorching afternoon sun cast thousands of golden rays, adorning the majestic imperial palace with golden splendor. The glazed tiles shone with a dazzling luster, and the vermilion palace walls seemed to be telling of the majesty of the dynasty.

Murong Wushe was a man who knew how to handle things. After Murong Yan arrived at the palace, he quickly sent someone to the palace to fetch the phoenix chariot.

He knew that Murong Yan liked to be a phoenix chariot.

Sure enough, Murong Yan was very happy to see the phoenix chariot. Then, surrounded by a group of guards and palace maids, she slowly drove into the gate of the imperial palace. Wherever she passed, the eunuchs and palace maids knelt on the ground, not daring to look up. All they could hear was the sound of her fluttering clothes and her slight trembling breathing.

The phoenix chariot arrived outside the council hall, and Murong Yan stepped down gracefully. In an instant, it seemed as if the sunlight became a backdrop, and all the light was concentrated on her.

The phoenix crown on her head is made of pure gold, with fine gold threads carefully woven to depict a phoenix spreading its wings and soaring in flight. The phoenix's eyes are inlaid with two blood-red gems, like the blazing flames of rebirth from the ashes, reflecting a breathtaking light in the sunlight.

Each phoenix feather is carved from jade as thin as a cicada's wing, and intricate cloud patterns are engraved on the jade. It is agile and light, as if it can dance with the wind.

In the center of the phoenix crown, a huge pearl stands tall and straight, round and flawless, emitting a soft and holy halo, as if it contains the brilliance of all the stars in the sky, adding a sense of otherworldly holiness to Murong Yan.

Look at the black phoenix robe she is wearing. The robe is woven from the finest silk, which is soft yet crisp and stylish. It feels cool to the touch, like the flowing night.

The phoenix embroidered with gold and silver silk threads is lifelike, with each feather clearly visible. The tips of the golden phoenix's feathers are wrapped with extremely fine gold threads, sparkling like stars in the dim light.

The silver phoenix is ​​outlined with silver threads, and the lines are smooth and elegant, just like pouring moonlight, adding a touch of tranquility and softness to the domineering golden phoenix.

The two kinds of silk threads interweave and shuttle, making the phoenix seem to come alive, either flapping its wings to fly, or stretching its neck to sing, wantonly showing off the dignity of a king.

The most amazing thing is the 50-meter-long tail, which looks like the Milky Way winding down from the sky, or like the beautiful tail feathers left behind by a phoenix after its nirvana.

The base color of the tail is as deep as ink, but under the reflection of sunlight, it has a hint of blue luster.

It is embroidered with patterns of stars, flames and clouds. The stars are inlaid with tiny pearls, each one is plump and emits a warm luster.

The flames are outlined with powdered red coral, and the jumping, fiery shapes inject endless vitality into the majestic phoenix robe; the clouds are embroidered with colorful silk threads, layered and colorful, as if the beautiful rays of light in the sky have been cut down to decorate the train.

When Murong Yan stepped into the hall, the tail of the dragon wrapped around the Phoenix Platform layer by layer and circled several times. As her footsteps moved lightly, the stars on the tail flickered, the flames jumped, and the clouds floated, as if a dynamic fairy painting was unfolding before her eyes.

Standing on the high platform, she was as beautiful as a fairy, and exuded an awe-inspiring imperial aura, as if she was the only one in the world.

Outside the hall, Minister of Rites Du Wenxuan had already been waiting with his head bowed. Upon hearing the commotion inside the hall, he hurried in. He caught a glimpse of Murong Yan out of the corner of his eye and was startled.

Such majesty and grace, even though he had been in the court for many years and experienced many ups and downs, he couldn't help but feel awe.

Without delaying a moment, he quickly walked to the appropriate position in the hall, lifted his robe and knelt on the ground, shouting, "Your Majesty!"

Murong Yan gently waved her jade hand and said in a loud voice, "Stand up."

Du Wenxuan slowly stood up, lowered his head slightly, and did not dare to look around, only staring at the gold bricks under his feet.

Murong Yan's lotus steps moved lightly, the trail of her phoenix robe rustling as she followed. She paced the hall for a moment and suddenly spoke, "Lord Du, I summoned you today to discuss an important matter. Wan'er has made up her mind not to marry."

Du Wenxuan was slightly startled when he heard this, and secretly guessed the intention of His Majesty's words.

But Murong Yan changed the subject: "However, I believe that this wedding is a matter of great importance to the reputation of the royal family and the fate of our great nation. It must not be shelved. I have made up my mind. I will marry the Crown Prince Lin Zhen. You go back and recalculate an auspicious date. All preparations must be made according to the ceremony of an emperor's wedding."

As soon as these words came out, it was like a thunderclap exploding in Du Wenxuan's ears.

His face changed color instantly, he looked horrified, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

After a moment's pause, he quickly spoke, "Your Majesty, this... Throughout history, there has never been a precedent for a woman marrying an emperor! This old minister is deeply concerned, fearing that my arrangements may be inappropriate and that I have failed Your Majesty's trust. I hope Your Majesty will reconsider."

His voice trembled slightly, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his hands were unconsciously clenched in his sleeves.

Murong Yanfeng glared, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and her gaze seemed to be substantial, piercing straight at Du Wenxuan. The temperature in the hall seemed to drop instantly, and the atmosphere was so solemn that it was suffocating.

She raised her voice, each word hammering home, "Now that I've told you, I demand you follow my orders and prepare for the imperial wedding ceremony immediately! If you make even the slightest mistake, you'll lose your position as Minister of Rites."

Du Wenxuan's heart trembled, and he dared not argue any further. He just nodded and said, "I obey your order."

But his heart was like a turbulent sea, full of anxiety and helplessness.

The empress became the emperor and married the prince of the royal palace.

This...what should I do?

Forget it, just agree to it first.

I'll go back and discuss it with some ministers.

Should we ask the censors to dissuade him, or should we ask the prince to come out and, as an elder, advise His Majesty not to do such a heretical thing?

But these thoughts kept turning around in my mind, and each one seemed difficult to deal with.

Seeing that he was no longer talking, Murong Yan waved her hand and said, "Go away."

Du Wenxuan felt as if he had been pardoned. He bowed and slowly backed away until he left the council hall. Only then did he straighten up and let out a long sigh of relief.

But the worry on his face grew heavier.

He walked out of the palace with slightly heavy steps, his mind in a mess all the way. When he passed the front hall, he heard several young palace maids gathered together, chattering.

"Have you heard? His Majesty is returning to the palace today, and it seems that he is going to do something important!" A round-faced palace maid whispered, with curiosity flashing in her eyes.

"I vaguely heard about it, and it seems to be related to a wedding, but who is Your Majesty going to marry?"

"Hush, keep your voice down. This is a palace secret. We can't talk about it. If it gets to the ears of the higher-ups, we will be in trouble."

Du Wenxuan felt even more annoyed after listening to these discussions, and quickened his pace to leave the Imperial Garden.