On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Murong Yan pulled Lin Zhen, walking briskly with an irresistible force, through the heavy hanging bright yellow gauze curtains, and walked straight into the depths of the magnificent, warm and fragrant bedroom.

The hall had already been illuminated as bright as day by dozens of red candles on huge red gold candlesticks with coiled dragons and phoenixes. The warm light coated everything with a soft warm gold.

In the expensive gilded incense burner with auspicious beast holding a zhi, the finest ambergris specially supplied to the emperor and empress's bedroom is burning. The subtle and rich fragrance silently permeates the warm air, making people feel slightly intoxicated when they smell it.

The most eye-catching thing is the extremely spacious phoenix couch in the center of the hall, which is covered with layers of thin golden silk gauze curtains as light as smoke.

The mermaid silk reflected tiny colorful halos under the candlelight, turning the room inside the couch into a luxurious secret place full of ambiguous fantasies.

Outside the gauze curtain, the ground is covered with inch-long Persian wool carpets, which are soft and thick. Stepping on them feels like walking on clouds, silent and soundless.

Murong Yan pulled Lin Zhen to stand in front of the dressing table.

The dressing table was carved from a whole piece of rosewood and inlaid with mother-of-pearl painted floral and bird patterns. Arranged neatly on the luminous enamel table were dressing boxes, jewelry boxes, and makeup boxes made of various ivory, rhino horn, and agate, all meticulously carved.

The diamond-shaped mercury mirror was polished to a bright shine, clearly reflecting Murong Yan's stunning face and Lin Zhen's tall figure behind her.

She sat lazily on a brocade cushion with a gilded phoenix pattern. She raised her hand and gently stroked the swaying tassels of the golden phoenix hairpin at her temples. She glanced sideways at the man in the mirror who was quietly admiring her. Her voice was filled with a hint of deliberate coquettishness and a subtle coquettishness:

"My dear husband," she tilted her head slightly, revealing the graceful lines of her neck, "please take off this damn phoenix crown for me. I've been wearing it all day, and it's making my head hurt."

The words "for me" were spoken in an intimate and commanding tone.

Lin Zhen looked at her delicate and charming appearance in the mirror, and a faint, doting smile appeared on his lips.

He didn't take action directly, but deliberately leaned over slightly, close to her ear, and his warm breath brushed her sensitive earlobe:

"I don't think I've ever really served you much?" His tone was a bit teasing and nostalgic.

These words were like a tiny needle, gently pricking Murong Yan.

The beautiful eyes in the mirror instantly flashed with a trace of grievance and anger, and even the corners of her lips turned down:

"Who says it's not?" She turned away, no longer looking in the mirror. She raised her sparkling, angry eyes and stared straight at Lin Zhen. Her red lips pouted slightly, and the words she uttered were filled with jealousy and sourness: "At home, you serve Zhang Li, Qingxia, and even Huanbi and Qingwen! They are just concubines who came from maids! And yet they can enjoy such considerate care from you from time to time."

The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she felt, her tone growing more resentful. "But it just so happened! It just so happened that I, the emperor, became your legitimate wife! And I became that poor soul who never had the kindness and care of my husband to dress me up! Husband! Tell me, how can this be justified?!"

The last sentence was a bit of a coquettish question, but it also sounded more like a complaint of grievances.

Lin Zhen was amused by her appearance, and his low laughter echoed softly in the warm bedroom.

He stopped teasing her, stretched out his slender fingers, and gently and skillfully untied the intricate hidden buckles and entangled gold chains on the back of the phoenix crown.

When the heavy phoenix crown inlaid with countless pearls and gems, symbolizing supreme power, was finally removed from her bun, Murong Yan sighed softly in comfort, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders.

Lin Zhen carefully placed the phoenix crown on the rosewood table and then picked up the ivory comb.

He stood behind her, lifted up her waterfall-like black hair with one hand, and combed her hair very gently from the roots with the other hand.

The movements are focused and detailed.

Looking at his handsome silhouette in the mirror as he carefully combed his hair, Murong Yan's heart felt as if being smoothed out little by little by the teeth of the ivory comb.

The floodgates of memories opened quietly.

"Actually," Lin Zhen whispered with a smile as he combed his hair, "it's not like it hasn't happened once, right? Why do I still remember so clearly the first time I caught you secretly untying your bra straps?"

The sound was like a feather scratching my heart.

boom!

Murong Yan's cheeks instantly looked like they were splashed with the brightest rouge, even her ears were red!

She raised her head suddenly, glaring at Lin Zhen in the mirror with shame and anger, her beautiful eyes sparkling with anger and resentment:

"Then...how can it be the same?! Back then, you were nothing but a traitor who relied on your military power to bully me, and you were also a lecher who consummated my marriage with my concubines! You are nothing but a powerful official! A treacherous official! A big liar!"

She seemed to recall something, and her voice was filled with a hint of resentment: "Alas, but who could have imagined that a wise and powerful empress like me would end up being... given..." by a big liar like you.

She was too embarrassed to say the rest of the words, but the meaning was obvious.

Hearing this, Lin Zhen put down the ivory comb, naturally wrapped his arms around her shoulders, leaned over and gently placed his face next to her soft hair, and looked at the couple snuggling in the mirror together.

The man in the mirror is handsome and steady, and the woman is stunningly beautiful, like the most perfect couple in the world.

"It was you who tricked me into getting you." Lin Zhen's voice was low and magnetic, filled with endless love and a hint of teasing, and his warm breath brushed her cheek.

Murong Yan's heart skipped a beat.

The immense sense of satisfaction and sweetness overwhelmed her like a tide.

Like a spoiled cat, she grabbed one of his arms that was wrapped around her body, held up the warm and dry big hand, and rubbed it lovingly and deeply with her soft and tender cheek.

Her movements even carried a hint of childish possessiveness, and she almost buried her entire exquisite face in his broad palm.

The warm and delicate skin rubbed against his palm, bringing waves of exciting touch. Lin Zhen's Adam's apple rolled slightly, but he didn't move.

For a moment, the only sounds in the bedroom were the crackling of candlelight and Murong Yan's contented sighs, like a cat's purr.

"Husband." After a long time, Murong Yan's voice came out muffled from Lin Zhen's palm, with a hint of unprecedented seriousness and exploration, and even a hint of imperceptible uneasiness.

She raised her face from her palm and gazed through the mirror into the pair of eyes as deep as the sea.

"Tell me the truth. Have you ever...even for a moment...considered...deposing me and becoming emperor yourself?"

After asking this question, her eyes suddenly became extremely sharp and fragile, staring intently at every subtle change in Lin Zhen's expression in the mirror.

Quiet.

Even breathing seemed to stop for a moment in the bedroom.

Only the shadows of huge candles swayed silently on the gorgeous carpet.

Lin Zhen tightened his arms around her slightly, holding her more firmly in his arms.

He did not look at her in the mirror immediately, but lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on her slender white neck for a moment, then raised his eyes to meet the pair of phoenix eyes in the mirror that were filled with complex emotions such as expectation, fear, and exploration.

His eyes were clear and deep, without any evasion, and even with a sigh of pity, he slowly and with absolute certainty shook his head: "No."

The sound was steady and clear, like the sound of a rock striking a stone.

"Really?" Murong Yan asked, her eyes becoming sharper, as if she wanted to pierce into the depths of his soul.

"Really?" Lin Zhen answered calmly, his eyes still as calm and unruffled as a deep pool. He gently rested his chin on her smooth forehead, his gesture extremely intimate.

"Because I really don't like being an emperor. It's tedious, filled with paperwork, intrigue, and a multitude of affairs. That position is incredibly suffocating. How can it compare to the carefree life of being a powerful regent, protecting you from all the storms?"

"Besides, what was the situation in Daqian at that time? Internally, the treasury was empty, the bureaucracy was corrupt, and powerful families were fighting for power. Even the government's orders were difficult to get out of the capital! Externally, Southern Chu was sharpening its swords, Northern Yan was eyeing it covetously, and the small countries in the west were also ready to make a move, ready to get a piece of the pie at any time! A country like this, as tattered as an old sieve, could not withstand the turmoil of deposing and enthroning an emperor! Forcing it would only lead to disintegration and the destruction of the country and the family!"

He moved slightly, allowing their faces to be closer together more clearly in the mirror, and his gaze became softer:

"My thoughts and my strength have always been centered around one goal: to give my all to help you! To help you, Murong Yan, secure this shaky throne! To help this country, which carries the hopes of countless people, not fall apart in our hands! To prevent it from being trampled to pieces by the iron hoofs of Southern Chu! For this, even if it means my death and exhaustion, I will not hesitate!"

"But later..." Lin Zhen's voice was filled with an indescribable gentleness and warmth, lingering softly in Murong Yan's ears. "Fighting alongside you, watching you grow from a frightened little girl to the mighty empress you are today, it seems like this... In fact, I don't know when it started, but you have gradually taken over my heart."

"Husband..." Murong Yan's voice was trembling and moving, and the mist instantly blurred her vision. "Then you won't be angry because of my little temper?"

Lin Zhen chuckled lightly, with a hint of indulgence: "If you and I were to have a little temper or a tantrum in private, I would be happy to accept it and enjoy it. How could I be angry?" His fingers tapped her shoulder gently in a doting manner, his eyes so gentle that tears seemed to drip out.

"But when it comes to matters of state, military, and politics... Yan'er, I must be honest."

He looked directly into the pair of phoenix eyes in the mirror:

"I am the future regent, your husband, but I am even more your subject! I will offer my insights, provide my strategies, and use my power to clear obstacles for you. But the final decision remains in your hands! I cannot, and will not, always rule the world for you. You need to grow, to hone yourself, and to independently shoulder the glory and responsibility that belongs to an emperor."

His gaze was so deep that it seemed to carry an infinite sea of ​​stars:

"And the value of my existence... is to give you a push when you're flying! To be your backup when you're about to fall! I'll use all my life's power to protect you and help you rule the world!"