On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

"Clear...innocent...vindicated..." You Meng murmured these four words, and each word was like a heavy hammer hitting her heart!

Those eyes that were always as cold as ice and sharp at the moment were like a cold pond into which a stone was thrown, instantly causing huge waves!

Shock, disbelief, immense ecstasy, twenty years of pent-up grievances and grief... all these emotions were like a flood that burst through a dam, violently washing away all her strong disguise!

She stood up suddenly!

The body trembled slightly due to the huge emotional impact!

Those hands, with distinct joints and used to holding swords, were now clenched tightly uncontrollably!

The nails dug deep into her palms, causing a sharp stinging sensation, but it did nothing to alleviate the excitement that was almost tearing her apart!

The dignified prince of Daqian.

How noble is your status?

How overwhelming is the power?

He... He actually traveled thousands of miles for her, a mere killer, and for the old case of her parents that had long been forgotten by the world and nailed to the pillar of shame by the government!

Go deep into the countryside, face the filth, review the files, and capture the prefect!

Even...even not hesitating to use his mighty power, summon all the people, and redress the injustice in public!

It cleared the stigma that her parents, who died with hatred in their hearts, had carried for twenty years!

Smashed the arch of shame that was suffocating her!!

This love... this kindness... this kindness is heavier than Mount Tai!

How could she bear it?!

How to return?!

The scalding tears broke through the cold dam without any warning, like beads that had broken off the string, rolling down from her heroic eyes, hitting the cold floor tiles, and also shattering the hard shell she had built with hatred and killing for twenty years!

She bit her lower lip, trying to stop the tears from flowing, but to no avail.

The body was trembling slightly, and the silent tears were more tragic and shocking than any wailing!

"Your Highness..." Her voice was choked with sobs, and with a heavy nasal tone, it was almost inaudible. "Your subordinate...how could I have deserved...to allow you to do this..."

The following words were blocked in my throat by the surging tears and I could no longer say them.

Only her tightly clenched fists, with knuckles white from excessive force, trembled slightly, revealing the overwhelming gratitude and indescribable shock in her heart!

At this moment, the beaded curtain at the door rustled softly. Shangguan Wan'er, wearing an elegant moon-white skirt, walked in with a smile, holding the hand of her maid Yunxiang.

She obviously heard the noise in the house. Her eyes swept over the broken teacup on the ground, Youmeng's back which was still straight despite tears still on it, and the girl's respectful bowing posture. She already understood what was going on.

"Sister Youmeng," Wan'er's voice was as gentle as water, with a softness that seemed to see through everything, "What did I say?"

She slowly walked over to Youmeng and gently patted her shoulder, which was trembling with excitement. "My husband always keeps his promises. Look, isn't it done? Your parents' injustice has been redressed, their stigma has been removed, and the memorial archway that has weighed down you for twenty years has also fallen. From now on, you can live peacefully in the palace. This is your home."

Youmeng turned around suddenly!

She didn't even bother to wipe the tears from her face, and knelt heavily on one knee in front of Wan'er!

The movements were quick and decisive, with a soldier-like determination!

She raised her head, her tear-washed eyes clear and filled with unprecedented determination and loyalty:

"Madam! Your Highness the Crown Prince's kindness is like a rebirth! This subordinate... this subordinate has no way to repay you! In this life, You Meng's life belongs to you and the Crown Prince, even if it means death in a sea of ​​fire or sword!"

Her voice was sonorous and powerful, and every word came from the heart!

Wan'er looked at Youmeng who was kneeling in front of her, her eyes filled with a relieved smile.

She reached out and helped Youmeng up: "Hurry up, silly sister. The family said nothing about whether to report it or not."

She smoothed out Youmeng's messy hair, her movements natural and intimate. "It's a nice day today, why are you staying indoors? Would you mind walking with me to Sister Qingxia's place?"

Youmeng sniffed hard and quickly wiped the tears from her face. The agility and heroism of a top killer instantly returned to her.

She shook her refreshing and handsome short hair, and her eyes regained their former sharpness and composure, but there was a hint of warmth deep in her eyes that was difficult to dissolve:

"Yes! I will obey my wife!"

Wan'er nodded with a smile and took Yunxiang in front.

Youmeng followed closely behind, and the girl who brought the news also followed silently a few steps behind Youmeng.

The four of them walked slowly along the winding corridors of the inner courtyard of the palace, heading towards the villa where Qingxia lived.

It was the transition period from late spring to early summer, and the palace was filled with lush vegetation and colorful flowers.

A breeze blew across the courtyard, bringing with it the fragrance of grass and trees and the faint scent of flowers, blowing away the heaviness that had just filled the house.

The sunlight shines through the gaps between the branches and leaves, casting mottled light and shadows on the bluestone road.

As they walked, Wan'er spoke casually, her voice soft, "Sister Youmeng, each of you, the Twelve Celestial Immortals, is a woman of exceptional skill and fortitude. But I imagine you, like me, also carry your own pasts and emotional knots."

She turned her head to look at Youmeng, her eyes filled with concern. "Now that your worries have been resolved, do you know if there are any other sisters who still have unresolved their worries?"

You Meng paused slightly, his heroic brows slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking seriously.

After a moment, she said in a deep voice, "Madam, most of the Tiandao sisters have strong personalities. Over the years, I have used my own abilities to settle many of the sisters' grudges. As far as I know..."

She paused, a barely perceptible sigh in her voice, "Sister Zi Ling's heart is probably still tied. She seems to have been unable to move on from the past."

"Zi Ling..." Wan'er nodded thoughtfully, with a hint of understanding on her face.

"She's with Ling'er. Ling'er is a very clever girl with a lot of ideas. Even my husband often praises her, saying that her brain works faster than his own. With her by Zi Ling's side to comfort and take care of her, I'm sure she'll get better."

As she spoke, she sighed softly, a sigh that held a complex and incomprehensible meaning. "Alas, speaking of which, our husband is as meticulous as a needle. He's always worried that those evil spirits outside will harm us women in the inner house, but he always has doubts about the sisters in the Tiandao Camp and can't trust them completely."

Wan'er's voice was gentle, yet it carried a penetrating insight into the world. "That's why he went to such great lengths to help you resolve these old issues and untie the knots in your hearts. He did this out of kindness, of course, because he couldn't bear to see you bear such deep hatred. But deeper down... wasn't he hoping to truly earn the unwavering loyalty of you, the Twelve Celestial Immortals?"

She glanced sideways at You Meng's handsome face, her tone carrying a subtle hint of emotion:

"To protect the peace and tranquility of the palace's backyard, and to ensure that we, the powerless women, can rest easy... He, a dignified prince, has to personally investigate those old cases and deal with the local filth. It's truly exhausting for him."