On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Most of the candlelight in the eastern warm room of the Hall of Mental Cultivation had quietly gone out at some point.

Only a few red candles as thick as children's arms remained on the gilded coiled dragon candlestick in the corner, still burning tenaciously. The jumping flames cast swaying light and shadows on the huge rosewood imperial desk, dyeing the pile of memorials on the desk with a layer of warm orange.

The clear and distant cold plum scent in the air had been replaced by another richer and more lingering scent - it was a mixture of ambergris, the warm body fragrance of a woman's skin, and the unique, heart-stirring warm and sweet scent after being aroused.

Murong Yan lay on her side on the wide dragon couch covered with bright yellow brocade, her long black hair like a waterfall spread messily on the pillow, like the finest ink-colored silk.

She was only loosely wearing a bright yellow soft silk nightgown that was as thin as a cicada's wing. The collar was slightly open, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white and delicate skin that was as white as mutton-fat jade, and the breathtaking and plump curves that rose and fell slightly with her breathing.

The majestic and sharp emperor's expression in the daytime had faded from that stunningly beautiful face, leaving only the laziness, satisfaction and a hint of indescribable fragility after the tide of passion subsided.

Her long eyelashes drooped like butterfly wings, casting a faint shadow under her eyes, and there was still a lingering blush on her cheeks, like a newly blooming peach blossom.

She curled up slightly, like a tired and satisfied cat that had finally found a safe harbor, with one of her slender white arms unconsciously resting on the chest of the man beside her.

Lin Zhen was lying on his back, his dark pajamas also open, revealing his chest with tight lines and full of power.

One of his arms was resting under Murong Yan's neck, and the other hand was gently and intermittently stroking Murong Yan's smooth and delicate back, which was like the finest silk.

His gaze did not fall on the body in his arms that was enough to drive all men in the world crazy, but through the bright yellow shark silk curtains, fell on the intricate and gorgeous caisson paintings on the dome of the palace. His eyes were deep, with a kind of calmness and thought after going through a storm.

"Yan'er..." His low voice sounded in the silent bedroom, with a hint of hoarseness after lovemaking, but extremely clear.

"Hmm?" Murong Yan did not open her eyes, but rubbed gently in his arms, making a lazy and satisfied nasal sound, like a dream talk.

"Let's... have a baby." Lin Zhen's voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable determination, as if he was stating a plan that was about to be implemented.

Murong Yan's body suddenly stiffened!

The fingers on his chest tightened subconsciously, and the nails almost dug into his skin!

She suddenly opened her eyes, and her misty phoenix eyes instantly regained clarity. She looked straight at Lin Zhen with incredible shock and a hint of imperceptible panic!

Have a baby?!

He...he actually said it so bluntly? !

Or after...just now...?!

Lin Zhen felt her stiffness and patted her back gently in a soothing manner, but his eyes were still fixed on the caisson, as if he was gazing into the distant future: "A child as smart as you, or as capable as me."

A faint smile played on his lips. "When he grows up, I'll hand this vast country over to him. Let him shoulder the immense weight, endure the paperwork, and deal with all the intrigues and scheming..."

Murong Yan's heart was beating like a drum!

She held her breath, her phoenix eyes fixed on Lin Zhen's profile, as if trying to glimpse the true intention behind these shocking words from his calm expression.

Leave it to him?

Inherit the throne?

What was he promising?

Or are you still...testing something?

Lin Zhen slowly turned his head, and his deep eyes finally met her surprised and doubtful gaze.

There was no temptation or calculation in that look, only a firmness that was almost rock-hard and... a deep, indescribable tenderness.

"Then..." His voice was low, filled with the certainty of a picture of the future, "We'll leave here. Leave this throne room, leave these palaces, leave this center of world power. Go south of the Yangtze River, find a small courtyard by the water, with a few bamboos and a grape vine. Or go south of the Yangtze River, find a valley with hot springs, plant a few acres of thin fields, and raise some chickens and ducks."

"You are no longer the Empress, and I am no longer a prince. We will just be an ordinary couple of gods and goddesses. In spring, we will admire flowers; in summer, we will listen to cicadas; in autumn, we will climb mountains; in winter, we will gather around the fire. We will live a carefree life, a life we ​​only envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals."

His words were like the softest feathers, brushing across Murong Yan's tense heartstrings. The picture he painted was as beautiful as an illusory dream, yet it carried a heart-throbbing yearning.

Murong Yan's breathing stopped instantly!

She stared at Lin Zhen in a daze, with turbulent waves surging in her phoenix eyes!

Shock, ecstasy, disbelief, sadness, grievance... countless emotions were like a flood that broke through the dam, instantly breaking down all her defenses!

leave?

Give up the throne?

Be an ordinary couple?

Free and easy?

This... this was the extravagant hope she had hidden in the deepest part of her heart when she woke up in the middle of the night, a hope that she herself dared not even touch!

Now, he actually said it so calmly and so confidently!

It seems that this is not a distant fantasy, but a future that is within reach!

"You...are you serious?" Her voice trembled violently, like a leaf falling in the wind. Her phoenix eyes were instantly filled with water, and she stared at Lin Zhen's eyes, as if to confirm that this was not an illusory dream.

"Sir, I'm not kidding." Lin Zhen's voice was deep and solemn, carrying an unquestionable power. "I, Lin Zhen, may have said many hypocritical words in my life, but to you... Yan'er, I never lie. This country is your responsibility, but also your shackles. I am willing to shoulder this responsibility with you, and I am also willing to remove these shackles for you. When our child can stand on his own, that will be the time for us to withdraw. This promise is witnessed by heaven and earth, and the sun and moon can testify to it."

He reached out his hand and gently wiped away the tears that fell from the corners of her eyes, his movements were incredibly gentle.

Murong Yan couldn't bear it any longer, and suddenly threw herself into his arms, wrapped her arms tightly around his thin waist, and buried her face deeply in his strong chest!

The hot tears flowed out like beads from a broken string, soaking his pajamas in an instant!

She cried silently, her body shaking violently, as if she wanted to vent through her tears all the grievances, anxieties, fears, unwillingness, and infinite desire for this secret future in the past two years!

She is no longer the almighty and decisive empress, but just a fragile and real woman who is overwhelmed by the huge happiness and promises.

Lin Zhen hugged her back tightly, feeling her body trembling and her hot tears, and an indescribable pity and determination surged in his heart.

He patted her back gently, as if comforting a child who had suffered grievances, and whispered in her ear: "Don't cry... Yan'er, don't cry... We will have children, we will definitely have children. I will always be with you until the day we leave together."

His voice was like the warmest harbor, embracing all her fragility and insecurity.

Murong Yan cried in his arms for a long time before gradually calming down.

She raised her head and looked at him with tearful eyes. Her eyes, washed by tears, were as clear as a mountain spring, filled with complete trust, dependence and a great joy of regaining what had been lost.

She reached out her hand and trembled as she stroked Lin Zhen's cheek. Her voice was heavily nasal, yet incredibly clear: "Lin Zhen... remember what you said tonight. If you dare to betray me... if you dare to lie to me... I... I... will definitely call you..."

Her words were fierce and ruthless, but were interrupted by sobs, and finally turned into a threat with a crying tone.

"I'll make you look good!"

Lin Zhen laughed, lowered his head and kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes, his voice filled with doting: "Okay, if I betray you, I will leave it to your majesty to deal with. I will cut me into pieces without any complaints."

Murong Yan burst into laughter, and her tear-stained face was like a lotus blooming after the rain, breathtakingly beautiful.

She snuggled into Lin Zhen's arms again, hugging him tightly, as if she was hugging the whole world and the beautiful future that was within her reach.

The two of them hugged each other and fell asleep in the last bit of light before the red candle burned out.

Inside the bedroom, the only sounds left were the two people's steady, intertwined breathing, and the heavy, yet sweet oath they had just made about the future and freedom.