On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

As the hour of Mao was drawing to a close, the dawn light filtered through the scarlet-gold silk curtains, casting mottled golden marks on the rosewood nine-dragon and phoenix couch.

The ashes of ambergris mixed with the warm fragrance of the woman's skin accumulated heavily in the tent.

In the center of the seven-foot-wide imperial couch, Lin Zhen's black nightgown was slightly open, his chest and abdomen rose and fell with his long breathing, and his long black hair fell like a waterfall on the pillow.

Outside the couch, Musk Moon's eyelashes trembled and she suddenly opened her eyes.

When her eyes fell upon the red-gold flying phoenix pattern coiled on the top of the tent, her whole body trembled violently!

The fragmented memories of being pushed onto the phoenix bed by the empress last night came flooding back.

The shiver of Lin Zhen's hot palm caressing her back, the low laugh of Murong Yan leaning over her side as he instructed her to untie the prince's belt, and the cup of warm wine she was forced to drink...

She sat up suddenly!

"His-"

Half of the shoulder strap of her white tunic slipped off! The collar of her tunic slid down her creamy shoulders to her ribs, and her entire jade-like bare back was suddenly exposed in the morning light!

The cold air caused fine breakouts on my skin.

"Ah!" A short scream came out!

"You stupid girl..." A lazy and vague scolding came from the golden silk pillow with coiled dragon pattern.

Murong Yan's phoenix eyes were still closed, but she stretched out a piece of her jade arm from under the brocade quilt. Her nail-painted fingertips accurately grasped the slipping collar of Musk Moon's clothes, and lifted it up lightly, just enough to cover up the spring scenery.

The empress's voice was still hoarse, still lingering, "The bells and drums of the morning hour haven't even rung yet, what's the point of mourning..."

Musk Moon was so embarrassed that her ears were bleeding. Her fingers trembled and she clutched her collar tightly. "Your Majesty, please forgive me! I deserve to die! But it's almost the end of the morning hour, and Your Majesty should go to court."

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito, and she lowered her head, not daring to look inside the phoenix bed.

Murong Yan then lazily opened her eyes.

The sunlight filtered through the layers of gauze curtains, illuminating her side-lying figure—her nightgown had long since slipped to her waist, revealing a back as sturdy as snow and extending to the hollow of her back. The curve of her waist and hips formed a breathtaking arc under the thin quilt.

Her eyes swept across Lin Zhen who was sleeping beside her. His tired sleeping face made the coldness in the empress's eyes melt slightly.

Her fingertips gently stroked his slightly furrowed brows through the quilt.

"World..."

"Shh!" Murong Yan raised her index finger and pressed it against her lips, her eyes filled with satisfied charm. "My husband was too tired last night, let him sleep."

She leaned sideways to support her chin, her eyes sliding across the red marks at the base of Musk Moon's legs that were faintly visible under her unfastened undershirt, and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips.

Musk Moon's cheeks instantly turned red as if soaked in blood!

She dug her fingertips into her palms, almost tearing the fabric of her shirt to pieces. Tears welled up in her eyes but she dared not let them fall. She could only bite her lower lip tightly and fumbled tremblingly for the belt around her waist. But the more panicked she was, the more tangled the ribbon became.

In the flow of light and shadow, the girl's jade-like back skin is fully exposed.

Murong Yan was admiring the embarrassed look of the little palace maid and was about to tease her a few more times when she heard the slow footsteps of the palace maid outside the bedroom, so she stood up and prepared to go to court.

Lin Zhen slept until noon. He stretched comfortably and got up to accept the service of Musk Yue, who had just transformed into a woman. After dinner, he prepared to return home.

......

The towering red-lacquered copper-studded gate of the Prince Regent's Palace slowly opened. Lin Zhen, dressed in a black court robe with python patterns, stepped over the threshold with steady steps, the unique ambergris fragrance of the palace still lingering on his sleeves.

His brows were relaxed, as if he was still immersed in the beautiful warmth of the palace last night.

However, this enjoyable and pleasant feeling was instantly met with the raging chaos in the mansion!

Among the winding corridors, the usually cautious servants are now like fish in boiling water!

A maid in a pink bodice with disheveled hair knocked over the wooden window bracket while holding a copper basin of hot water; a servant in an indigo shorts with a pale face bumped into a corridor pillar while holding bundles of snow-white cotton cloth, which scattered all over the floor; a midwife with a sandalwood robe with a blessing character pattern on it stumbled over her medicine box, shouting in panic.

All the chaos was rushing towards the west side of the palace - "Xiefang Pavilion" where Qingxia lived!

Under the Chuihua Sect, the chief steward Lin An had long lost his usual rigid and calm demeanor.

His old face was pale, his wrinkled forehead was covered with sweat, and his silver hair, which was usually combed meticulously, was now a little disheveled.

He was grabbing a servant by the collar and yelling in a panic, his face red and pale: "Hot water! I need hot water, it can't get cold for a moment! Go to the innermost part of the storeroom and get the redwood and gilded box, and take out that three-hundred-year-old mountain ginseng! Now! Immediately! Bring the soup over! You good-for-nothings! If you delay any longer, your life won't be enough to pay for anything that happens to the Madam!"

Lin An's roar was hoarse and filled with fear, echoing in the chaotic corridor.

"Lin An!"

A thunderous shout split the noise!

Lin Zhen came closer like a hurricane, his black python robe bringing up a sharp gust of wind, and his previous laziness had been replaced by a sinister murderous aura!

When Lin An heard the sound, he was like a frightened bird and his whole body trembled violently!

After seeing that it was Lin Zhen, a cluster of light seemed to explode in his cloudy old eyes. He almost rolled and crawled to his knees on the ground, his voice filled with tears and the urgency of a dying man:

"Prince...Prince! You are finally back! I was just about to send someone to the palace on horseback to look for you!"

"What happened? Why are you so irritable?"

"Something terrible has happened! Madam Qingxia has given birth prematurely."

"What?!" Lin Zhen's pupils suddenly shrank like needles!

The huge fear and rage instantly overwhelmed his rationality!

He took a step forward and grabbed Lin An's lapel with both hands like iron pliers. He exerted force suddenly and lifted the old butler weighing over a hundred pounds off the ground!

The force was so great that Lin An's toes left the ground, and the muscles in his arms under the python robe instantly twisted like an angry python!

"She's clearly due in over a month! How could she be premature?! Tell me! What's going on?!"

Lin An's feet were off the ground, his eyeballs bulging and his face purple and swollen from being strangled. He kicked his feet in the air in vain, and a hard hoarse sound came out of his throat, but he still struggled to squeeze out a sound:

"It's... it's an assassin! This morning, the assassin sneaked into the inner house without anyone noticing! He went straight to Madam Qingwen and the young master's residence with evil intentions! Fortunately, Madam Qingxia was chatting with Madam Qingwen there at the time and personally captured the assassin..."

Lin An rolled his eyes in pain, trying to hold on. "But it also caused a miscarriage. I'm in the delivery room now."

Before he could finish his words, he was overwhelmed by the feeling of suffocation and started coughing violently.

"Assassins! Assassins! Another damn assassin! Where do so many assassins come from?"

The blue veins on Lin Zhen's forehead suddenly bulged out like a dragon, beating wildly!

The overwhelming rage almost burned his sanity!

He stared intently at the miserable old slave in his hand, and his voice was like the cold wind blowing from the Nine Nether Prison, full of bloodthirsty rage:

"Lin An! This prince asked you to be the chief steward of the palace's defense! Is this the job you're doing for me?! This is the Prince Regent's Palace, a key inner quarter! And you've been repeatedly let in by scoundrels, as if they were in an empty house! Is your brain filled with paste?! What use do I have for you?!"

After saying that, the muscles on his arms bulged, and he threw Lin An to the ground as hard as if he was throwing away a torn sack!

“Plop—Crack!”

"what!"

There was a muffled sound mixed with the slight sound of bones breaking!

Lin An curled up on the ground, his face pale with pain, coughing heart-wrenchingly, unable to even speak.

Lin Zhen didn't even look at him again. His python robe fluttered like a dancing black dragon as he ran towards the "Xiefang Pavilion" in the West Garden!

Wherever he passed, the servants were unable to escape, and were all shaken by the invisible aura of rage, and fell to the ground one after another.

Xiefang Pavilion

Passing through the moon-shaped gate, what comes into view is the exquisite courtyard of Xiefang Pavilion.

This place was originally the most peaceful and quiet place in the palace, but now it was filled with the tension and anxiety after the storm.

There is a subtle atmosphere under the hexagonal pavilion beside the lotus pond.

Shangguan Wan'er was wearing a simple and elegant everyday dress, sitting upright on a rosewood carved armchair, her jade fingers twisting a string of smooth and round mutton-fat jade Buddhist beads, her expression was calm, and there was not much panic on her face.

Beside her, there were four women with cool temperaments. They wore flowing long skirts in different colors such as moon white and light blue. They had slim figures and extraordinary aura. They were none other than the famous fairies of the Tiandao Sect.

The four of them sat in dignified postures with calm expressions, but an awe-inspiring and inviolable aura emanated from their bodies, forming an invisible barrier that protected the pavilion.

After Lin Zhen entered the room, Shangguan Wan'er was the first to notice. She calmly placed the Buddhist beads on the table beside her and stood up calmly.

Her skirt was untidy, and she bent down in a perfectly executed blessing gesture, her voice as clear and graceful as a jade chime: "Your Highness, I respectfully welcome you back to the palace."

Her posture perfectly illustrates the calmness of a lady from a noble family.

"Husband! Wuuuuuuuuu——" A shrill and mournful cry sounded almost at the same time, breaking the frozen air in the pavilion.

Qingwen, who was wearing a pink embroidered skirt, suddenly stood up from the chair on the other side and knelt down at Lin Zhen's feet with a thud.

In her arms she held tightly her young son, Lin Chengyu, wrapped in a bright yellow swaddling cloth.

The little guy seemed to have sensed his mother's great panic, and at this moment he was pouting and crying in a suppressed sob.

Qingwen herself had already cried so hard that her face turned pale, her tears were like pear blossoms in the rain, and her tears rolled down like beads that had broken off the string, soaking a large area of ​​her chest.

"Husband, you're back!" She raised her tear-stained face, her voice trembling, filled with extreme fear and grievance: "There was an assassin at home! He almost killed me and Chengyu! Wuwuwu... If Sister Qingxia hadn't been right next to me and quick-witted... Chengyu... Chengyu..."

The following words were drowned out by a burst of heart-wrenching crying.

Lin Zhen's gaze swept across the stranglehold that represented death like a knife, and his pupils shrank sharply!

The huge heartache and fear bit his heart like a poisonous snake!

He took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress the rage that was about to get out of control.

He leaned over, stretched out his slender and steady hands, and gently embraced Qingwen, who was crying so hard that she almost fainted. His warm palms gently stroked her violently trembling back, trying to convey a trace of faint comfort.

At the same time, with his other hand, he carefully patted his still sobbing son twice through the swaddling clothes:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, your husband is here! Nothing will happen." His movements were more gentle than ever before, but what was brewing under that embrace was a wrath of thunder that was enough to destroy the world!

Don't let me know who the assassin is, otherwise he will eradicate him completely even if it means he is at the ends of the earth.

After comforting his wife and children, Lin Zhen suddenly looked up and glanced at everyone.

"Assassin?! The inner courtyard is a strategically located area, heavily guarded. How could an assassin have gotten in?! Tell me! Who's the guard on duty?! Bring him to me immediately! I want him alive!"

His voice was as low as rolling thunder, and every word he said weighed more than a thousand pounds!

Shangguan Wan'er remained calm in the face of the powerful pressure.

Her slender white fingers gracefully tucked a stray strand of hair from the table behind her ear. Her voice was as still and clear as a well, calm and collected: "My husband, after the incident, I immediately ordered Cao Xiong to lead thirty-six elite palace guards to arrest the on-duty guard, Captain Wang Cheng."

She paused for a moment, and a cold glimmer finally flashed across her eyes, which had always been calm and composed.

"It's a pity he's already escaped. A gatekeeper saw him hurriedly leave the mansion through the back door at the beginning of the morning hour, and he's nowhere to be found."

"Run away?!" Lin Zhen's anger reached its peak at this moment!

Like a volcano that had been suppressed to the extreme, it suddenly erupted! A violent murderous intent surged out, reaching the sky! He stomped his foot violently!

"Boom!" The hard bluestone slab under his feet shattered!

Spider-web-like cracks spread instantly!

"Bastard! A shameless traitor!" He was furious, his eyes were red, and his roar made the leaves in the courtyard tremble!

The finger halberd pointed at the void outside the courtyard, as if selecting someone to devour:

"Issue this Crown Prince's order! Effective immediately! A reward of one thousand gold coins is offered for the capture of this thief, Wang Cheng, alive! His origins must be investigated. Regardless of his paternal, maternal, or wife's family, all males, female relatives, and infants who are related to him by blood must be captured and slaughtered. All three clans must be exterminated!"

This bloody military order was like throwing a huge rock into the stagnant air!

Even the fairies in the pavilion were slightly moved!

"Yes!" Several guards immediately ran out to work.

"Eh? Commander, what are you doing?" A voice mixed with questions came.

Cao Xiong, the commander of the palace guards, walked into the courtyard with slow steps. When he was several feet away from Lin Zhen, he suddenly knelt down on one knee!

The huge impact force caused the knees to hit the cobblestone road with a dull thud that made your teeth ache!

His dark face, which was not handsome but also symbolized bravery, was now swollen like a steamed bun!

The skin was torn and the flesh was exposed! The blood and purple were mixed together!

It was densely covered with crimson slap marks!

In some places, the slapping was so strong that the skin was broken, bleeding, and covered with mud. It was a horrible sight!

His left eye was so swollen that only a thin slit remained, and he could hardly see!

The corner of his mouth was cracked and blood foam was oozing out!

This miserable state was actually caused by himself!

"Old Cao?" Lin Zhen saw the face that looked like it had been trampled by ten wild bulls. His rage faltered, his thick brows furrowed, and he almost didn't dare to recognize him: "Your face..."

"Prince!" Cao Xiong's voice was hoarse like a broken gong, filled with a pain that bordered on self-harm and a strong sense of shame. "I am incompetent in protecting the palace! I neglected my patrol! I frightened the Madam! The Young Master is in danger! I... deserve death!"

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his big palm-leaf fan-like hand covered with calluses and bloodstains, and mercilessly slapped his own swollen cheek again!

"Bang!" A crisp and tragic sound echoed in the yard!

The existing wound on his face burst open immediately, and blood mixed with sweat and dirt flowed down!

shocking!

"Stop!" Lin Zhen was furious. He rushed forward a few steps and kicked Cao Xiong's thick shoulder armor like an angry lion!

"Are you fucking sick?"

"Bang!" A loud bang! Cao Xiong was kicked with such force that his entire body slid back several feet!

Plow a trail in the ground!

"Your brain wasn't that bright to begin with, and you beat yourself up like this. Do you want to turn yourself into a tofu pudding?!"

Lin Zhen pointed at his horrible face and shouted angrily like hailstones, "You've really become a gasping idiot. What use is there for me, the prince, to have you?! Huh?!"

Cao Xiong was kicked to the ground. He scrambled to his feet and knelt again, digging painfully into the cold cracks in the stone floor with his hands, his knuckles turning white.

"I am incompetent! I have failed the prince's trust!" He suddenly raised his head, and his intact right eye flashed with a wolf-like fierce light and determination:

"But rest assured, Your Highness! I have mobilized every available personal guard and spy! All nine gates of the city are completely sealed! All spies are also being mobilized. Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, or risk our lives, we will capture the assassin and the traitor together! Hand them over to Your Highness to be chopped into pieces!"