On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The flickering candlelight in the Golden Palace illuminated the glittering diamonds on Murong Yan's phoenix crown.

As soon as her fingertips touched the red silk, she heard several old ministers in the hall gasp - you must know that since Taizu founded the country, there has never been a precedent of a female emperor getting married, let alone a precedent of someone condescending to hold the silk.

The beard of the Chief Censor, Lord Wang, was trembling violently, and the jade pendant on his waist made a crisp sound when it knocked against the stone steps, but he was completely unaware of it; the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Lord Zhang, raised his sleeve to wipe his forehead, his eyes wandering to the red silk held by Murong Yan and Lin Zhen, but a smile gradually rose at the corners of his lips.

"Lord Wang, there's no need to get excited. This seemingly unruly action is a sign that Daqian is breaking with the old ways and ushering in a new era."

"Minister Zhang has a point."

Lin Zhenxian sat on the armchair, looking at the figures of his grandson and the empress standing side by side, tears welling up in his cloudy old eyes.

He raised his hand and tapped the armrest, and the longevity pattern on the back of the huanghuali chair swayed slightly with his movement, as if a hundred years of time were passing before his eyes.

Thinking back to when he was twenty years old, he helped the young emperor ascend the throne, and the court was full of unrest. Now that the late emperor has passed away and his daughter has ascended the throne, he can witness with his own eyes that his grandson marries the ruler of the world.

How can we not be filled with emotion as Daqian went from being in turmoil to being respected by all nations in the hands of two generations?

The old man's wrinkled face was covered with a deep smile, and even the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were filled with joy. He kept nodding to the Prime Minister Sima Zhong beside him: "Okay, okay..."

"Husband." In the middle of the field, Murong Yan looked at Lin Zhen, "Actually, I have a surprise for you today."

"What surprise?" Lin Zhen was worried that Murong Yan might play tricks, so he was a little nervous.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, two women wearing red veils walked in from outside the hall.

Could it be Sima Chunlei and Gu Zhen? Are they here too?

Not only that, outside the hall, four strong women were carrying a sedan chair, and a woman wearing a big red veil was kneeling on the sedan chair and slowly walked in.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw two women in palace dress leading the way, walking lightly and holding gilded candlesticks in their hands. Their wedding dresses were embroidered with patterns of mandarin ducks playing in the water, and the mandarin ducks outlined with gold thread had pearls in their beaks. They were none other than the Imperial Concubine and the Concubine Ning in the harem.

The edges of their veils were adorned with nine oriental pearls, signifying their status second only to that of the queen. As they walked, the beads swayed gently, making pleasant sounds.

Behind them, sixteen maids in silver armor slowly came carrying a jade sedan chair.

The four corners of the sedan chair were decorated with tassels made of shark silk, and at the end of each tassel was tied a thumb-sized luminous pearl, which emitted a soft glow in the twilight.

The woman in the sedan chair was wearing a bright red gauze with a lotus pattern embroidered on it with gold thread. The center of the lotus was inlaid with freshwater pearls, which looked like dewdrops condensed on the petals from a distance.

Her veil is particularly special, made of translucent purple jade gauze, through which the delicate flower ornaments on her forehead can be vaguely seen, and the seven-phoenix gold hairpin on her wrist further hints at her extraordinary status.

"That's... Shangguan Wan'er?"

Whispers were heard in the hall.

It turns out that the woman sitting on the sedan chair is Shangguan Wan'er, who was betrothed to Lin Zhen by Lin Zhenxian himself, but later broke off the engagement due to illness.

Lin Zhen tightened his grip on Hong Ling slightly, his eyes swept over the wedding dresses of the three women, and finally landed on Shangguan Wan'er.

For a moment, I was speechless.

Murong Yan said, "I ordered her to come. In my heart, Wan'er will always be our family. Since she is family, she naturally cannot be absent from such an important occasion."

Lin Zhen was a little moved, and his eyes instantly became moist.

He nodded, but before he could say anything, he heard Sima Zhong's voice. The master of ceremonies unfolded the scroll in his hand, and the four words "Wedding Ceremony" written in gold powder shone brightly.

"Your Majesty, bridegroom, and brides, please hold the red silk ribbons and bow to heaven and earth—"

Lin Zhen, Murong Yan and the eight beauties turned around at the same time, facing the open steps outside the hall.

Three hundred and sixty imperial guards stood solemnly with guns in hand, the red tassels on the gun tips and the red silk of the imperial road forming a red ocean. The cheers of the people of Chang'an in the distance surged like a tide, reaching the sky.

Murong Yan leaned forward slightly, and the pattern of hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix robe stretched with her movement, as if a group of birds were really flapping their wings to fly; Lin Zhen's back was as straight as a green pine, and the red silk was stretched into a red line in his palm, only an inch away from Murong Yan's fingertips, but there seemed to be an invisible connection.

Wan'er, on the other hand, remained kneeling on the sedan chair, leaning slightly in response to Sima Zhong's voice.

"Bow to your parents..." Sima Zhong's voice trembled, and all the officials in the hall held their breath involuntarily.

Lin Zhen and Murong Yan turned to face Lin Zhenxian.

Lin Zhenxian's eyes were filled with tears, but she did not stand up, because in her opinion, Murong Yan was her granddaughter-in-law, not the emperor.

Watching Lin Zhen, the empress and many women respectfully perform the three kowtows, my heart was filled with relief.

When everyone stood up, Murong Yan suddenly took out a jade ring from her sleeve and gently put it on Lin Zhenxian's hand: "Your Highness, this is what Emperor Taizu used in his battles. Please accept it today. May the Great Qian Dynasty prosper for generations to come."

Lin Zhenxian's fingers trembled as he looked at the three words "Ding Qiankun" engraved on the ring, and tears finally burst out.

"The husband and wife bow to each other—" Before he finished speaking, a strong wind suddenly blew outside the hall, making the red silk on the steps rustle.

Lin Zhen and Murong Yan stood facing each other, the pearls and jade on the phoenix crown and hair crown trembling in the wind, like a pair of phoenixes flapping their wings, ready to fly.

The other women formed a circle, surrounding the two of them in the center.

Murong Yan's lips curled up slightly, and her eyes were full of tenderness; Lin Zhen's eyes were burning, as if he wanted to carve the person in front of him into his heart.

The two of them leaned over at the same time, and the red silk intertwined into a butterfly shape under their bodies. At this moment, a piece of gold foil floated in from the window and gently landed in the center of the red silk, like a marriage certificate given by God.

"The ceremony is over—" Sima Zhong nodded loudly.

"Long live His Majesty!" The hall was suddenly filled with thunderous cheers of "Long live His Majesty!"

Lin Zhen reached out and gently helped Murong Yan up.

Murong Yan raised her eyes to look at him and said softly, "From now on, this world..."

"This is our world."

Lin Zhen took over the conversation, his voice firm and gentle.

The two smiled at each other, with only each other in their eyes, as if the prosperity in the Golden Palace had become the background.

Eight women in wedding dresses stood aside, their veils gently lifted by the matchmaker.

Qingwen looked at the two people's clasped hands, and a trace of relief flashed in her eyes - once upon a time, she thought that being Lin Zhen's concubine was already a high position, and she could not imagine that she could get married in this magnificent Golden Palace with such a humble status.

Huanbi gently stroked the Pisces jade pendant around her waist, which was given by Lin Zhenxian himself and meant "come in pairs". At this moment, she looked at the bird paying homage to the phoenix on Murong Yan's phoenix robe and smiled beautifully.

Zhang Li looked down at the golden peacock on her skirt, and recalled how terrified she was when she was abducted by Lin Zhen. Now she could stand in this golden palace and marry Lin Zhen, becoming the princess of the most powerful family in Daqian. Her heart was filled with emotion.