On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The heavy vermilion-lacquered gate of the palace slowly opened in the night, like a giant beast opening its dark gullet.

Inside the door, the lights were on, but they could not dispel the depression and despair that penetrated deep into the bones.

In the courtyard, a crowd of people knelt down.

All the female members of the family, servants, maids, and even those frightened, pale-faced illegitimate sons of the Wang family, were all pressed to the ground as if by invisible giant hands, with their foreheads pressed against the cold stone slabs!

The air was filled with the strong smell of powder, sweat and a suffocating fear.

"Greetings to His Highness the Crown Prince! May His Highness live a thousand years, a thousand thousand years!"

The jagged, trembling, sobbing cries, like the moans of the dying, echoed in the silent courtyard.

Lin Zhen was wearing a dark-colored uniform with dark gold patterns, standing on the steps in front of the door with his hands behind his back.

The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on his tall and straight pine-like figure, coating it with a layer of cool and majestic silver light.

His gaze calmly swept over the humble, crawling figure at his feet, like a god looking down at the dust.

There was no pity or disgust in those eyes, only an all-knowing indifference.

"I heard that Madam Wang was seriously ill. I was concerned about the people and came to visit her. Now that Madam Wang is fine, I will not disturb her any further."

After saying this, he turned around and made to leave.

"Your Highness! Your Highness, please stay!"

A shrill and resolute cry broke the silence!

The fifth concubine, who was kneeling at the front of the crowd, suddenly raised her head!

She jumped up from the ground like an arrow, rushed to the bottom of the stairs in a few steps, and knelt down heavily at Lin Zhen's feet with a "thump"!

With both hands tightly grasping the hem of Lin Zhen's robe, she raised her face, which was flushed red with excitement and fear, but still couldn't hide its beauty!

"Please have mercy, Your Highness! Spare my life!" Her voice was hoarse, tears rolling down like beads from a broken string, mixing with the powder on her face, making her look disheveled, yet with a kind of desperate and sad beauty.

"Those evil and shameless deeds were all done by that damned bastard Wang Youde alone! We sisters in the harem have nothing to do with us! Your Highness, we are all pitiful people who were robbed and coerced by him. We hate him to the core! We wish we could kill him with our own hands! Please, Your Highness, please be kind and give us, the poor people, a chance to live!"

She cried and kowtowed hard, her forehead hitting the cold stone steps with a dull "bang bang" sound, and turned purple in an instant.

Lin Zhen paused.

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes falling on Fifth Aunt's face, which was tearful and indeed looked quite charming under the hazy moonlight.

The tears were real, the fear was real, the despair was real, but the lone wolf-like ruthlessness and calculation deep in the eyes were equally real.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up in a very light but meaningful arc, and his voice was low and playful:

"Oh? Really?" He didn't let her get up, but let her grab the corner of his robe, his eyes scrutinizing her like a searchlight.

"This prince really likes smart women." He paused, his voice carrying a power that could penetrate people's hearts.

"From what you just said, and judging by the drama of Madam being seriously ill tonight, it's you who planned all this, right? Fifth Aunt?"

Fifth Aunt's whole body suddenly stiffened!

She raised her head, and a hint of horror of being seen through flashed across her eyes for a moment, but was immediately replaced by a deeper determination!

She nodded vigorously, her voice trembling with desperation: "Yes! It is my humble concubine! My humble concubine...I am also desperate! I am forced into this desperate measure, just to see His Highness! Just to repay His Highness's kindness in the slightest possible way!"

She emphasized the word "repay" with great emphasis, which carried a naked hint.

Lin Zhen looked at her quietly, his eyes as deep as the abyss, unable to tell whether he was happy or angry.

After a moment, he gently brushed away her hand that was grabbing the corner of his robe. The action was casual but carried an irresistible force.

He stopped looking at her and cast his gaze towards the main hall at the end of the courtyard, which was the brightest and symbolized the former power center of the Wang family. He said calmly, "Lead the way. This prince is a little tired."

The Fifth Auntie, as if granted amnesty, tumbled to her feet, not caring about the pain on her forehead or her embarrassment, and hurriedly bowed to lead the way: "Yes! Yes! Your Highness, please come this way! Quick! Light the lamp for Your Highness!"

Lin Zhen, surrounded by Mao Mengji and several personal guards, stepped into the main hall.

The hall had already been meticulously decorated. A giant coiled dragon candlestick, lit with red candles as thick as a child's arm, illuminated the hall as bright as day.

The air was thick with expensive incense that had been deliberately smoked, trying to cover up the lingering smell of decay.

A large rosewood armchair, wiped spotlessly clean, was placed at the main seat, covered with a brand new brocade cushion embroidered with rich peonies.

Lin Zhen walked straight to the armchair, lifted the corner of his robe, and sat down in a lazy manner but with invisible pressure.

Following a subtle look from the Fifth Aunt, the female relatives who had been ready for action rushed forward in an instant as if pulled by invisible threads, surrounding Lin Zhen in the center.

The chirping of orioles, the fragrant breeze, and the slender hands interweave into a vivid yet profound picture.

The Fourth Aunt had a plump figure and wore a crimson purple brocade jacket with a lotus pattern that she had specially changed into. The neckline was lower than usual, revealing a hint of snow-white cleavage.

She had a well-practiced charming smile on her face, and her lotus steps were full of charm. She half-knelt beside Lin Zhen gracefully, holding a warm green jade teacup.

"Your Highness, you have worked hard. Please moisten your throat with some tea." Her voice was soft and charming, and her eyes were hooked.

When handing the tea, she leaned forward slightly, her plump breasts almost rubbing against Lin Zhen's arm, and a scent mixed with mature body fragrance came to his face. Her fingertips brushed against the back of Lin Zhen's hand faintly when handing the teacup.

At the same time, the elegant and refined Sixth Aunt held a rosewood tray with peeled crystal lychees on it.

She lowered her head, her long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, and her face showed natural sadness and shyness.

She timidly picked up a plump lychee and carefully handed it to Lin Zhen's lips, her voice as thin as a mosquito: "Your Highness... please... please try this lychee..."

His fingertips were cold due to nervousness, and they trembled slightly as they gently brushed the corners of Lin Zhen's slightly pursed lips, making her little face turn red instantly, all the way to her ears.

She raised her eyes, which were filled with tears and as clear as autumn water, and looked at Lin Zhen timidly and bravely with endless pleading and expectation.

The youngest concubine, the Ninth Concubine, knelt at Lin Zhen's feet, holding a gilded copper basin filled with warm water and floating rose petals.

The light yellow floral skirt made her look like a newly opened flower bud.

She stretched out her tender little white hand, picked up one of Lin Zhen's feet, took off his shoes and socks, and clumsily but carefully wiped his ankles and calves with a soft silk scarf dipped in warm water.

Occasionally, her fingertips would inadvertently brush across Lin Zhen's ankles or calves, giving her a slightly itchy sensation.

She raised her little face, her clear and innocent eyes filled with a hint of curiosity and ignorant flattery as she stole a glance at Lin Zhen. Two shy blushes appeared on her cheeks, and her curves, which were just beginning to take shape, were faintly visible under her slightly opened clothes. She murmured softly, "Mother... Mother said... that only if you serve the master well... will the master be happy..."

The other concubines quietly walked around behind Lin Zhen, put their soft and boneless hands gently on his shoulders, and kneaded the acupoints with moderate strength.

Her body leaned forward slightly, and her warm breath brushed Lin Zhen's earlobe, bringing a tingling sensation, and her body exuded a faint orchid fragrance.

Another seductive woman was half-kneeling on the other side, stretching out her pink fists, and beating the outside of Lin Zhen's thighs with moderate force and slow rhythm. Occasionally, her pink fists accidentally slipped to a position closer to the inside of the thigh, bringing a hint of ambiguous touch, and then quickly moved away as if frightened, and a perfect blush appeared on her face at the right time.

Surrounded by warm and soft jade, with soft hands.