On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

"Qingxia! Stop now!"

Lin Zhen's roar was like thunder exploding over the courtyard.

The white figure dancing with the sword in the rain suddenly stopped!

The tip of the sword dropped, bringing up a string of water droplets.

Lin Zhen rushed forward like an arrow and grabbed Qingxia's wrist holding the sword!

It felt cold and slippery to the touch; the rain had already soaked her clothes and skin.

The anger and heartache in Lin Zhen's heart instantly intertwined and rose, turning into more severe questioning, almost shouting.

"Even if you're fuming, no matter how angry or resentful you are, you can't vent it in such a way that harms your body! You're a martial artist, and you've just given birth, and your Qi and blood are already weak! Practicing in the rain and cold? Are you trying to kill yourself?!"

Qingxia was grabbed by him forcefully and forced to stop.

The rain flowed down her ink-black hair, slid across her full and smooth forehead, her straight nose, her tightly pursed lips, and finally dripped onto her wet collar.

She raised her head stubbornly, her cold face expressionless. Only in her eyes, as deep as a cold pond, were surging with indescribable intense emotions. She let the cold rain wash over her face. Her voice was hoarse with a suppressed feeling, but she remained stubborn: "I haven't practiced martial arts for a long time, and my moves are rusty..."

"What the hell is unfamiliarity?! No matter how important it is, it's not as important as your health!" Lin Zhen was so angry that he blurted out his words. He increased the strength in his hands, not allowing her to break free. "Go back to your room! When can't you practice martial arts? Why do you have to do it during this damn confinement period? Do you want to leave you with a disease for the rest of your life? Get in here!"

He almost half pulled and half dragged Qingxia into the brightly lit room.

At the same time, Qingwen, who was holding little Chengyu, Shangguan Wan'er with a worried look on her face, and Huanbi, who still looked a little tired, also hurried into the warm and dry main house surrounded by maids.

The warmth in the house dispelled the chill of the rain.

Wan'er sat down in a rose-cushioned chair, looking at Qingxia, who was pulled in by Lin Zhen, her body wet but still emitting a stubborn aura. She sighed softly and gave a gentle but unquestionable exhortation: "Sister Qingxia, things are different now. You are now a proper lady of the palace, and the biological mother of Young Master Chengshu. You must always put your health first in everything. Acting impulsively will only hurt yourself and worry those who care about you."

Facing Shangguan Wan'er, Qingxia's cold and stubborn aura subsided a little.

She knew very well the position Wan'er held in Lin Zhen's heart, and had heard about everything this daughter of aristocratic family had done for Lin Zhen.

She lowered her eyelids, and her voice became lower and calmer, with a hint of imperceptible obedience: "Sister, I'm right. I'll remember it."

But there was not much sign of true peace in these words of apology.

At this moment, her originally flowing white dress was completely soaked with sweat and rain, tightly wrapped around her delicate body with amazing curves.

The texture of silk becomes almost translucent when it comes into contact with water, clearly outlining the breathtaking curve below the neck. Under the slender and elegant swan neck, the shoulders are as if carved, and the delicate collarbone is like a butterfly wing flapping about to fly.

Looking down, the full and proud curves stood out extremely clearly under the wet clothes, rising and falling slightly with her rapid and still unrecovered breathing.

Her slender waist is not even thick enough to be held in one hand, but it looks more flexible and powerful under the outline of the wet clothes; the round and straight hip line is stretched out in a graceful curve under the thin silk, which makes people's blood boil, and the outline of a pair of straight and slender legs is even more faintly visible.

The moisture of the rain and the fit of the wet clothes fully exposed her devilishly enchanting yet explosive figure, which was full of breathtaking beauty and strong visual impact.

Qingxia's gaze pierced through everyone and landed on Lin Zhen's face. Her voice was slightly hoarse, with a hint of fatigue that could not be concealed: "Husband...I will go change into dry clothes first."

Lin Zhen looked at her breathtaking curves, revealed by her soaked clothes clinging to her body. The anger in his heart was replaced by a hint of pity, but his tone was still unquestionable: "Go quickly! Use a hot towel to wipe off the moisture on your body! I'll have someone boil some water for you. You can take a nice hot bath later to drive away the cold!"

He stepped forward and brushed away a strand of wet hair that had clung to her cheek. His voice softened, yet it was still serious: "This won't happen again! You absolutely can't be so reckless and impulsive again, understand?"

Qingxia said nothing, but just looked at Lin Zhen deeply, her eyes were complicated and difficult to read.

Everyone can clearly feel the silent and surging low pressure surrounding her, a knot in her heart that cannot be resolved by a few words of comfort.

She nodded slightly, turned around without saying a word, and walked quickly behind the screen in the inner room.

The figure in the swaying white wet clothes left with suppressed sharpness and heavy anger.

Watching her figure disappear behind the screen, Lin Zhen sighed long and heavily, pinched his brows, sat back in the chair tiredly, and said helplessly to the three ladies and the child in Qingwen's arms.

"Alas... this stubborn girl! She must still be holding back a rage! Because of that damned assassin, she's probably hating the entire martial arts world! If she can't let out this anger, she might get herself into a terrible state."

Before he could finish his words, a cool breeze carrying the scent of rain blew in from the door.

Everyone looked over and saw Fairy Liyue, dressed in a cool moon-colored dress and looking like a mountain snow lotus, walking in silently.

Her face was covered with a layer of frost that had not melted for thousands of years, and her eyes were as sharp as a knife.

As she entered the hall, she glanced around and bowed slightly to Lin Zhen, who was sitting in the main seat. Her voice was as cold as the collision of ice beads: "Greetings, Prince."

Lin Zhen's heart trembled as he sensed a solemn and murderous aura from Li Yue. His eyes instantly became sharp. "Li Yue, what did Qingxia ask you to do?"

Li Yue stood up straight, her eyes frank, without hiding anything: "Yes. The Sect Master ordered me to interrogate the survivor."

Her voice was cold and concise, and every word was filled with iron and blood.

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

Even Qingwen subconsciously hugged little Chengyu, who was looking around curiously at the sudden silence. Wan'er and Huanbi also sat up straight.

Lin Zhen leaned forward, gripping the chair's armrests tightly with both hands, and asked in a deep voice, "What's the result?! Did you spit it out?!"

Li Yue's voice remained calm, yet she spoke the cold truth clearly: "After torture and interrogation, the assassin could no longer endure and finally confessed. He was from the Tianlang Hall of the Xuanhe Sect. He was ordered by their leader, Han Tianxing, to infiltrate the palace. His goal was to assassinate Madam Qingwen and Young Master Chengyu, and to obtain their hearts as a token of trust."

The last few words carried a chill that penetrated into the bone marrow.

"what?!"

"Xuanhemen?! Han Tianxing!!"

"He...how dare he?!"