On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

At the same time, outside the Yangxin Palace.

Murong Yan, dressed in a bright yellow phoenix robe and a red gold pearl crown on her head, had finished the long morning court session and was walking along the corridor towards the bedroom, surrounded by a group of palace maids and eunuchs.

There was a hint of fatigue on her face, but the majesty and sharpness she had when handling state affairs still remained between her brows.

The oath and tenderness she made with Lin Zhen last night were like a shot of adrenaline, filling her heart with an unprecedented sense of peace and strength when she faced the complicated government affairs and the memorials from court officials today.

She was even a little impatient to return to the bedroom to see if the man who had been haunting her dreams was still sleeping, and wanted to feel that rare warmth again.

However, when she walked to the door of the bedroom and was about to raise her hand to push it open, some extremely subtle, yet extremely familiar sounds faintly came from inside the hall, which made her freeze in place instantly!

It was a kind of… suppressed, tender panting sound… mixed with the man's low, satisfied groan… and… the rustling sound of the quilt being rubbed against the ground…

"This couple of bitches!"

"Your Majesty?" Wuyan asked.

Murong Yan stamped her feet in anger and turned abruptly. "I remembered that I still have a few urgent memorials to review. Let's go to the western warm room of the Yangxin Palace. The meal service is also there."

She didn't even look at the bedroom door again, as if everything that happened inside had nothing to do with her.

"Yes... yes! I obey your order!" Wu Yan felt as if he had been pardoned. He quickly bowed and responded, directing the ceremonial guard to turn to the west warm pavilion.

He secretly raised his eyes to glance at the empress's expression. Beneath the seemingly calm face, the tense jawline and slightly trembling fingertips all revealed the turbulent waves churning in the empress's heart!

Murong Yan straightened her back and walked towards the West Warm Pavilion step by step like a javelin.

Inside the bedroom, the charming waves finally subsided.

The curtain was lifted again, Lin Zhen sat up, casually put on his pajamas, revealing his strong upper body.

With a hint of contentment and laziness on his face, he looked at Sima Chunlei, who was wrapped tightly in a brocade quilt like a frightened deer, revealing only a pair of watery eyes filled with shame, anger and grievance.

Sima Chunlei's cheeks were as red as a cooked shrimp, and even her small earlobes were stained crimson.

She glared at Lin Zhen in shame and anger, her voice filled with a hint of reproach: "Husband, you are so annoying! So ridiculous! This... this is His Majesty's bedroom! His Majesty's dragon bed! How... how dare you... what if... what if His Majesty comes back..."

The more she thought about it, the more scared she became. Her eyes turned red and her voice trembled with fear.

Lin Zhen looked at her shy and frightened expression and couldn't help but chuckle. He reached out and pinched her burning cheeks: "What are you afraid of? His Majesty hasn't returned yet, has he? Besides..."

He leaned close to her ear, his voice teasing and a little proud, "My dear Chunlei, that's not what you said just now..." He deliberately dragged out the last word.

"You...you are not allowed to say that!" Sima Chunlei was so ashamed that she buried her head in the quilt and made a muffled protest.

Lin Zhen smiled and dug her out from under the quilt. Looking at her flushed face and ashamed eyes, he felt even more pity for her.

He put away his teasing, his eyes becoming gentle and serious: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. I know you must miss me too, right? I'm sorry for putting you through so much in the palace over the past year."

He gently stroked her long hair, his voice tinged with apology.

When Sima Chunlei heard this, the shame and anger in her eyes gradually faded away, replaced by a deep sense of grievance and longing.

She raised her watery eyes and looked at Lin Zhen. Her voice lowered with a hint of sob: "I... I'm just... I'm just worried that my husband won't be able to eat or sleep well in Hu County... and will have to face so many dangers... I... I recite scriptures and pray every day, just hoping that my husband will return safely..."

As she spoke, tears rolled down her face like beads from a broken string. Her pitiful appearance was enough to melt any heart of stone.

Lin Zhen's heart softened, and he gently held her in his arms, kissing away her tears: "Okay, don't cry. I'm back safely, right? I'll spend more time with you in the future."

The two hugged each other for a moment, whispering tenderly.

Sima Chunlei's emotions gradually calmed down. She snuggled in Lin Zhen's arms, feeling his warm embrace and strong heartbeat, her heart filled with a sense of satisfaction of regaining what she had lost.

"Husband, please get up and have some breakfast." Sima Chunlei raised her head and looked at Lin Zhen, her voice returning to its gentleness. "I specially made bird's nest porridge for you, and also made a few of your favorite snacks... but... but now... I'm afraid they're all cold..."

She looked at the tray on the small table with some annoyance, which had long since stopped steaming.

Lin Zhen followed her gaze and smiled slightly.

He let go of her, got up from the couch, walked to the small table, picked up the bowl of lukewarm bird's nest porridge, opened the lid, picked up the jade spoon beside it, scooped up a spoonful, and put it into his mouth without hesitation.

"Hey, husband! It's cold! Don't make yourself sick! I'll ask someone to make it again!" Sima Chunlei quickly stood up and tried to stop him.

Lin Zhen waved his hand, swallowed the slightly cold, yet still sweet porridge, and looked at her gently: "No need. You made this with your own hands and brought it to me with your own hands. Even if it's cold..."

He paused, his voice low and sincere, "...my heart is warm too."

Sima Chunlei stared at him blankly, watching him eat the bowl of cold porridge without hesitation, and listening to his words "my heart is also warm", a huge warm current instantly surged through her body!

All the shyness, grievances and fears disappeared at this moment!

All that is left is happiness and emotion that is almost overflowing!

Her eyes became hot and tears welled up again, but this time, they were tears of happiness.

She walked forward, picked up a piece of cold kidney bean roll, and fed it to Lin Zhen in small bites. Her movements were gentle and focused, and her eyes were filled with unbreakable tenderness and affection.

Lin Zhen looked at her with a smile, enjoying this moment of tenderness.

In the bedroom, last night's storm and this morning's absurdity have passed, leaving only the warmth of a bowl of cold porridge, flowing quietly in the morning light.

Deep in the Regent's Palace, in Songhe Hall, the air is filled with the scent of sandalwood and the years are peaceful.

The afternoon sun shines through the carved window lattices, casting warm spots of light. The air is filled with the faint fragrance of tea, ink, and the unique milk aroma of children.

The ground in front of the huge rosewood screen, covered with thick Persian carpets, has now become the most lively "battlefield".

Regent Lin Zhenxian, the "Bloody Hand Butcher" who once terrified the Northern Yan barbarians and whose hands were stained with blood, was now lying on the carpet in a completely ungraceful manner!

His hair and beard were all white, his face was ruddy, and he wore a comfortable black uniform with dark gold cloud patterns. His wide cuffs were rolled up high, revealing his still strong and sturdy arms.