On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

When the last rays of sunset disappeared over the horizon, night quietly enveloped Kyoto.

However, the news of the birth of the young prince of the palace and his near-death experience had already spread throughout the capital like wings, and spread among the mansions of major wealthy families, the residences of nobles, and even some well-informed people in the market.

So, when night fell, there was a constant stream of traffic in front of Prince Cheng's mansion, and luxurious carriages arrived one after another.

The doormen and stewards of each mansion came in person, some holding gold-plated gift lists, while others ordered their servants to carry boxes and baskets filled with silks, jewels, jades, and expensive supplements, respectfully presenting gifts to the doorman of the palace, their words full of congratulations.

The stewards and servants in the palace who were in charge of receiving gifts were busy but not chaotic. Although they received so many gifts, they still maintained the dignity and courtesy of the palace.

Lin Zhen had already given instructions, and the steward said to each representative who came to present gifts, "Please thank the lord/marquis/minister of your mansion for their kindness on behalf of our Crown Prince! The Crown Prince specifically instructed us to convey that the young master's arrival was dangerous, and his wife has also experienced many hardships, so it is not convenient for them to meet with guests for the time being. In a month, the mansion will hold a full-moon banquet for the young master, and you are cordially invited to attend!"

The words were polite and considerate, yet they also carried an unquestionable authority.

The person who gave the gift naturally nodded in agreement and returned home satisfied with the reply from the palace.

The noise faded, and the night deepened. After Lin Zhen finished dealing with the comings and goings, he walked towards Wan'er's residence with a weary step.

The room was brightly lit and warm.

He gently opened the door and walked in.

I saw Wan'er sitting on the soft chaise longue by the window with her back to the door, the fine needle and thread in her hands flying up and down, embroidering something with great concentration.

The warm yellow candlelight outlines her focused and gentle silhouette.

She was so engrossed that she didn't even notice that Lin Zhen had walked not far behind her.

Lin Zhen watched the silk thread flexibly pulled between her fingers, his gaze landing on the small, round, colorful bellyband that was already taking shape. His heart warmed slightly, and his voice softened unconsciously: "Embroidering so fast? When did you start?"

"Ah!" Wan'er was startled by the sudden sound, and the needle and thread in her hand almost pricked her.

She turned around suddenly and saw that it was Lin Zhen. She patted her chest coquettishly. After that moment of panic, a gentle smile bloomed like a spring flower: "Husband! How come you walk so silently! I was scared to death!"

She put down the embroidery frame, breathed a sigh of relief, and then explained with a smile, "How can I say this is fast? I started working on this a while ago. I thought the baby was still about a month away from being born, so I had plenty of time and could work on it carefully. But who would have thought this kid would be so impatient, running out of time without waiting! So, I can only rush the work and hurry up. There are still many details to be completed."

As she spoke, her fingers lovingly stroked the delicate brocade and the vivid little tiger pattern on it.

Lin Zhen naturally knew that she was making a close-fitting bellyband for their premature son.

His heart softened. He sat down beside her, put his arm around her waist, and said with a smile, "This kid is really unexpected. He's so impatient. Who does he follow?"

He pondered for a moment, "I haven't really thought of a name yet. But he belongs to the Cheng generation, so how about calling him Chengshu?"

Wan'er snuggled in his arms. When she heard the name, her eyes lit up and she smiled, "Chengshu, the name my husband gave me is naturally excellent! But..."

She hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Lin Zhen, "Shouldn't I ask Sister Qingxia about this matter? After all, she is Xiao Chengshu's biological mother."

Hearing this, Lin Zhen looked at her in surprise, "Why did you think of asking Qingxia? Don't you value tradition the most? In tradition, isn't it true that whatever I say is what counts?"

Wan'er's beautiful eyes flickered as she listened, and she rolled her eyes elegantly, interrupting him with a rare mix of playfulness and resentment: "Oh! My husband! What are you saying? It's because you advised me to change my temper and stop being so arrogant. I've truly taken your advice to heart these days and have been trying to change myself. Now that I've truly changed a little and am considering what you said, you're not happy about it again?"

She scolded him half-seriously.

Lin Zhen laughed dumbly, and quickly hugged her tighter, gently pinching her cheek, feeling indescribably relieved. "No, no! How could I be unhappy? I'm just curious! I couldn't be happier that you're willing to think this way and do this!"

He praised sincerely, "She's worthy of being my Wan'er! She's so well-behaved and sensible!"

He bent down and kissed her forehead.

Wan'er snuggled up to him contentedly, feeling his strong heartbeat.

Suddenly, Lin Zhen casually said, "Oh, by the way, I just went to Gu Zhen's place. I gave her some medicine. I hope that in the future, there will be no more heart-wrenching things like today's happening at home."

Wan'er's body leaning in his arms stiffened slightly, and the fingers on his lapel subconsciously curled up slightly and moved.

The tiny movement was almost imperceptible.

Her voice was still gentle, but it seemed to carry a subtle sense of urgency. "My husband is right. Our home is like a wall with holes in it. It's hard to feel at ease. A mere assassin was able to sneak in so quietly! This time, Sister Qingxia was lucky. If it were us next time..."

She raised herself slightly and looked up at Lin Zhen, her eyes revealing genuine worry. "Husband, we don't have the same reason to be on guard against thieves as we did the other day. Don't you think we should interrogate the assassin as soon as possible while he's still in our hands? It would be best to root out those hidden dangers as soon as possible?"

Lin Zhen looked down at Wan'er's gentle face filled with worry, his eyes becoming deep.

He stretched out his hand, and gently scratched her upturned nose with his knuckled fingers with a hint of doting. The corner of his mouth curled up in a cold and stern arc, showing his understanding: "Fool..."

His voice was low and confident:

"Do you really think that with Qingxia's personality, she would quietly let go of the assassin who nearly killed her and her child? Would she allow the mastermind behind this to continue to act at large?"

Lin Zhen's eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if they could penetrate the wall and see the scene that might be happening in the other courtyard at this moment:

"I'm not saying anything, I'm not trying to stop her. I'm letting Qingxia handle it herself! Let her vent her anger! Let her do it the way she's best!"

He tightened his arms around Wan'er, his tone cold and firm:

"This tigress... has never been one to be trifled with! What happened today is an absolute humiliation for her! The impact on her may be far greater than we imagined!"

"So, this bad breath..."

Lin Zhen's voice was firm and decisive, with a chilling sense of determination:

"She must take the blame for the assassin herself! She must follow the clues and personally uncover the mastermind behind the scenes, root and skin apart! Only in this way can we resolve the poison in her heart and put an end to future troubles!"

He sneered, and a murderous look flashed in his eyes.