On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

You Meng listened quietly, but her heart was in great turmoil!

So the prince actually had such thoughts?!

He was worried about the safety of his family, but he couldn't fully trust the power of the Tiandao Camp. So he personally took action to help these killers solve their deepest obsessions in exchange for their absolute loyalty?!

This scheming... this foresight...

This willingness to put aside one's status and do everything personally for the safety of one's family...

Besides being shocked, You Meng also felt an indescribable complex emotion.

What a good man he is!

Youmeng couldn't help but ask herself in her heart.

He is a man of high position and power, but he is also considerate and loyal. For the sake of his family's safety, he can do this...

If I could meet...

Lin Zhen's handsome face, which was sometimes mischievous, sometimes majestic, and sometimes deep, involuntarily emerged in her mind.

His heroic figure riding a horse, his demeanor of controlling the overall situation while chatting and laughing, his determination to clear the injustice of his parents... scenes flashed by.

"Maybe... we have already met..." A barely audible voice sounded quietly in her heart.

As soon as this thought came to mind, Youmeng felt a surge of heat suddenly rushing to her cheeks!

Two faint, extremely rare blushes appeared uncontrollably on that heroic face with clear lines!

Like a snow lotus suddenly blooming on an iceberg, with a breathtaking and shy beauty that is completely contrary to her temperament!

When she comes back, I will definitely thank him!

If possible, dedicate yourself to him.

This bold idea spread in her mind like wildfire, making her heart beat faster and her ears feel slightly hot.

"Silly girl," Wan'er's voice, tinged with laughter, was like a clear spring, instantly interrupting Youmeng's chaotic thoughts. "What are you thinking about? Why is your face so red?"

Wan'er's gentle eyes, with a mischievous smile, accurately caught the fleeting blush on Youmeng's face, "Could it be... that you are thinking about my husband?"

"Husband... Madam!" You Meng's face turned red in an instant, like a cat whose tail was stepped on!

The blush quickly spread to the neck, and even the tips of the ears were red!

She subconsciously wanted to deny it, but her voice was filled with a hint of imperceptible panic.

"This subordinate...this subordinate would never dare to overstep his bounds! I only wish to stay by your side, Madam, and protect you!"

She lowered her head slightly, trying to hide her embarrassment.

"Hehehe..." Wan'er covered her lips and chuckled softly, her laughter was as sweet as a silver bell.

"Don't dare to overstep your bounds? Silly sister, if you were in that old-fashioned Qin State, with your background, you would naturally not be able to enter the elegant hall, let alone catch the eyes of my husband." She changed the subject, her tone was open-minded and tolerant,

"But this is Qian Country! My husband is always nagging me, saying things like, 'Wan'er, you need to change your mindset and stop using the same old stereotypes.'"

Wan'er stopped and turned to face Youmeng, her eyes gentle and serious:

"If not for this, do you think I would tolerate a top assassin who once licked blood on the edge of a knife, guarding me every day? Even thinking of pushing you to my husband?"

She looked at the shock that flashed across Youmeng's eyes and sighed softly, her tone carrying a hint of the helplessness and foresight of a palace mistress:

"This huge palace looks like it has a large population and hordes of servants, but how many of them are the real masters? My husband has few children, so wouldn't it be a good thing if he had a few sisters who know him well and can treat him sincerely, to help him have more children and continue his lineage, so that they can inherit this huge family business in the future?"

There was a subtle hint of melancholy in her voice:

"My husband is good in every way, except that he values ​​friendship too much. In his eyes, it doesn't matter if you were born a maid, a commoner, or a lady from a noble family, as long as you enter the palace and become his woman, we are all the same. He will not tolerate any injustice on our part, and will never tolerate any disputes between us, such as those between legitimate and illegitimate children. He always wants to treat us equally, but how can there be true fairness in this world?"

She paused, as if remembering something, and spoke with a hint of regret:

"Just like the twin sisters that Zhang Li's sister arranged for him. They were said to be rare beauties, and looked exactly the same. Sadly, Zhang Li later told me that she had given them a special drug, so they could only be treated like caged canaries, to be admired and entertained, but unable to reproduce."

"Force medicine?!" You Meng suddenly raised her head, her eyes full of shock and confusion!

A hint of coldness instantly appeared between her heroic brows.

"Why would Boss Zhang Li do this?!"

As a woman herself, she knows very well what infertility means to a woman!

This method... is too vicious!

The smile on Wan'er's face faded a little, and a barely perceptible complex light flashed across the depths of her gentle eyes.

She sighed softly, her voice still gentle, but with a hint of the helplessness and calmness that comes from a palace mistress, who has gained insight into the world.

"Sister Youmeng, don't be so anxious. This matter is complicated." She paused, as if weighing her words. "Those twin sisters... their names are Yan Fei and Yan Miao. They also volunteered."

"Voluntary?!" The shock in Youmeng's eyes was even greater!

Voluntarily accept this kind of torture that will almost lead to extinction?!

"Yes." Wan'er nodded slightly, her gaze fixed on the peonies blooming in the courtyard. Her tone was calm, almost indifferent. "They came from humble backgrounds and were taken in by the caravan commanded by Sister Zhang Li. By chance, they won the favor of my husband."

When she said the word "favor", her tone paused slightly, with a hint of indescribable meaning.

"For them, being able to escape the fate of displacement and uncertainty, to be favored by the Crown Prince, to live a life of luxury and wealth, is already a great blessing and good fortune. As for offspring..." Wan'er's voice deepened, with a cruel clarity.

"They themselves know that given their backgrounds, even if they were lucky enough to conceive their husband's child, what would happen if they gave birth to it?"

She turned her head and looked at Youmeng, her eyes carrying a hint of deepness:

"After all, the royal palace has its own rules. How embarrassing would the status of a bastard son or daughter born to refugees be in this deep and grand courtyard, in the future family tree? Rather than letting the child be born with the stigma of low birth, struggling to navigate this strictly hierarchical royal palace, and even becoming a stain for others to criticize their husband, it would be better..."

Wan'er didn't say anything else, but Youmeng already understood what she meant.

Rather than letting the child be born inferior, endure contempt and discrimination, or even become a tool for political enemies to attack the prince, it is better to eliminate this trouble from the beginning!

Their best destination is to let them live peacefully and without any burden as a carefully raised canary, enjoying the occasional favor and wealth of the prince.

"Sister Zhang Li's move may seem ruthless, but in fact it saves them and the palace from endless troubles in the future. She has done a great job." Her words were filled with the natural avoidance of "trouble" and absolute maintenance of "stability" of a superior.

Youmeng was silent.

Her furrowed brows had not completely relaxed, and the instinctive resistance and chill in her heart, caused by being a woman, had not yet dissipated.

She could not fully agree with this cruel "solution", but she also understood the cold and realistic logic in Wan'er's words.

In this palace that symbolizes the pinnacle of power, some rules are far more strict and inhumane than the swordplay she is familiar with.

She opened her mouth, but ultimately nodded silently, suppressing all her doubts and discomfort. She knew this was not her area of ​​expertise.

"Let's go." Seeing that she stopped asking questions, Wan'er's face showed a gentle smile again, as if the heavy topic just now had never happened.

She patted Youmeng's arm gently, signaling her to continue moving forward.