On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Imperial Capital, Zhenbei Palace.

The cold wind of deep winter was biting, but inside and outside the palace, there were lights and decorations, and the festive noise dispelled the chill of the winter night.

Black coiled dragon lanterns hang high above the door, the vermilion lacquered gate is covered with gilded double happiness characters, and bright red satin palace lanterns are hung everywhere in the corridors and courtyards of the palace, reflecting the accumulated snow and refracting a warm glow.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of wine, powder, and the smoke from burned firecrackers. Today was the auspicious day when King Lin Zhen of Zhenbei married Princess Yuhua of Qin as his concubine.

The Linde Hall was packed with guests, toasting each other and the atmosphere was bustling with noise.

Princes, nobles, civil and military officials, and envoys from various countries gathered together, and the sound of congratulations was endless.

Lin Zhen was dressed in a black auspicious robe with a coiled dragon pattern and a sable fur cloak of the same color. He stood as tall and straight as a pine tree in the main seat, accepting toasts and congratulations from everyone.

His face was calm, and his deep eyes, under the lights in the hall, carried a barely perceptible hint of alienation and fatigue.

After three rounds of drinks, even though he had great internal strength, he could not withstand the wave after wave of toasts.

The strong liquor entered his throat, turning into a burning sensation that spread throughout his limbs and bones, diluting his usual coldness and leaving a hazy drunken look between his brows.

"Your Highness is so happy! Let's have another drink!" Zhao Wu, the Minister of War, walked forward with a glass of wine in his hand, his face flushed.

"Congratulations to the prince for receiving the pearl of Qin!" Minister of Revenue Zhang Heng followed closely behind.

"Your Highness has a big drink! Drink more!" everyone echoed.

Lin Zhen accepted all the drinks and drank heartily.

The spicy wine slid down his throat, burning his stomach and blurring the scene before his eyes.

The noisy voices, the flickering lights, and the smiling faces, some sincere and some flattering, gradually became blurred in his eyes.

Only deep in my heart, there is an indescribable irritability and heaviness, like a reef under the water, looming under the waves of alcohol.

This wedding is a continuation of politics, a symbol of alliance, and the last piece in the chess game of Northern Xinjiang.

However, he did not feel any joy of marriage towards Princess Yuhua, the pearl of Qin who wore a fire phoenix mask and had eyes as sharp as knives. Instead, he felt a sense of complexity and caution as if he was facing a difficult military affair.

As the night deepened, the guests had a great time and gradually left.

The noise faded away and the palace returned to silence. Only the palace lanterns in the corridors swayed in the cold wind, casting mottled light and shadows.

Lin Zhen, supported by his personal guards, walked with a slightly unsteady step towards the "Qihuang Garden" which was specially built for Princess Yuhua and was located deep in the east side of the palace.

In the Qihuang Garden, red candles are burning high and warm fragrance is floating in the air.

Big red wedding characters are pasted all over the window frames, and dragon and phoenix wedding candles are burning quietly on the exquisite candlesticks, shedding hot candle tears.

The air was filled with a rich scent of lilies and roses, so sweet that it was almost intoxicating.

The large rosewood carved bed was covered with a bright red quilt embroidered with auspicious patterns of dragons and phoenixes.

Princess Yuhua sat upright on the edge of the bed, wearing an intricate and gorgeous red wedding dress. The phoenix totem embroidered with gold thread sparkled in the candlelight, and the hem of her skirt spread out like a blooming blood-red peony.

Her head was still covered with the big red dragon and phoenix veil that symbolized joy but also isolated her from the outside world.

The door was pushed open, and Lin Zhen, with a strong smell of alcohol on his body, walked into the bridal chamber with the help of his personal guards.

The guard bowed and retreated, gently closing the door. Only two people were left in the room.

The candlelight crackled and the air seemed to freeze.

Lin Zhen staggered a few steps and walked to the bed.

The strong smell of alcohol mixed with the unique crisp pine scent on his body hit my face.

He stopped, his gaze fixed on the motionless red veil, his deep eyes showing a mixture of drunkenness and sharpness.

"Princess," he said in a low and hoarse voice, with a strong smell of alcohol, "I'm sorry to have waited so long."

Under the veil, Princess Yuhua's body seemed slightly tense, but she remained silent, like a cold sculpture.

Lin Zhen stretched out his hand, his fingertips tinged with the heat of alcohol, and reached for the red veil.

At the moment when the fingertips were about to touch the edge of the veil——

"Don't touch me!" A voice as clear as an ice spring, with undisguised resistance and coldness, suddenly sounded from under the veil.

Lin Zhen's hand stopped in mid-air.

A hint of surprise flashed across his drunken eyes, then was replaced by a cold sharpness.

"Princess, what do you mean?" His voice was low, with a hint of imperceptible danger.

"This marriage is not my wish." Princess Yuhua's voice was still cold and clear through the veil, with the stubbornness and pride unique to Qin. "It is my father's order and the country's order. I have no choice but to obey. But you can't touch me."

"Oh?" Lin Zhen withdrew his hand and stood with his hands behind his back. His tall figure cast a shadow in the candlelight, shrouding the figure on the bed. "Princess, do you think marrying into the palace means being a guest?"

"It's not a visit, nor is it a sacrifice." Princess Yuhua's voice was tinged with sarcasm. "It's a hostage bond, and that bond doesn't require physical contact."

"Bond?" Lin Zhen's lips curled up in a cold arc. "The princess is quite clear-headed, but now that she has entered the palace as a concubine, she should know her duties."

"My duty?" Princess Yuhua's voice suddenly rose, filled with suppressed anger. "I, Yuhua, am not an ordinary girl in the boudoir, nor am I a plaything to be manipulated by others. Even though Qin has surrendered, my backbone remains unbroken!"

"Backbone?" Lin Zhen took a step forward, the strong smell of alcohol and invisible pressure suddenly approaching. "Princess, do you understand the reality? Qin has surrendered. You are a princess married to the Qin Kingdom. This is fate. Resistance is futile."

"Fate?" A cold laugh came from under the veil. "In this life, I, Yuhua, only believe in the knife in my hand and the sword in my palm! I don't believe in fate!"

Before he finished speaking, a cold light suddenly flashed from the wide sleeves of the bright red wedding dress!

Princess Yuhua actually pulled out a dagger about seven inches long and shining with a cold light from her sleeve!

The dagger has an ancient shape, a long and narrow blade, and a cold blue light. It is obviously poisonous!

She moved as fast as lightning, and with a flip of her wrist, the sharp dagger, with a biting chill, pierced Lin Zhen's wrist as he reached for the veil!

The moves are fierce and tricky, with the unique sharpness and determination of Qin warriors!

A terrifying light suddenly flashed from Lin Zhen's drunken eyes!

Although he was drunk, the warrior's instincts were already ingrained in his bones!

At the moment when the dagger was about to touch his skin, he suddenly sank his wrist, turning his palm into a claw, and his five fingers grabbed Princess Yuhua's wrist holding the dagger as accurately as iron pliers!

"clang!"

A crisp sound of metal clashing!

Lin Zhen's fingertips did not grab Princess Yuhua's wrist, but accurately hit the side of the dagger!

An overwhelming and powerful internal force instantly flowed into Princess Yuhua's arm through the dagger!

Princess Yuhua groaned, feeling a huge force like a tidal wave coming at her. Her entire arm instantly felt numb and painful, and the dagger almost flew out of her hand!

She was horrified. She never expected that Lin Zhen's reaction and strength would be so terrifying when he was so drunk!

However, she has a strong personality and will not give in easily!

Princess Yuhua endured the severe pain in her arm and used her other hand to pull off the red veil on her head!

In an instant, the face that had amazed Lin Zhen twice, at the Chang'an Palace Banquet and in front of Hangu Pass, was presented unreservedly under the candlelight.

Her black hair was like a waterfall, loosely tied up with only a red-gold phoenix hairpin, and a few strands of hair hung down on her cheeks.

On his face, half of the iconic red-gold fire phoenix mask still covered his right eye and half of his cheek. Under the dancing candlelight, the rubies and fire-patterned agates flashed with a strange and dangerous light.

The skin on the left cheek not covered by the mask was whiter than snow and as smooth as jade.

Under the straight nose, the lips are tightly pursed, the lips are as red as blood, with a stubborn curve.

What was most frightening were those eyes—the left eye that was not covered by the mask, clear as a cold pond, but at this moment burning with rage and unyielding fighting spirit, like an enraged female leopard, sharp, cold, and full of wild power.

The right eye covered by the mask is only illuminated by the cold glow of metal and gemstones, adding a touch of mystery and danger.

"Lin Zhen!" she shouted, her voice slightly hoarse and trembling with pain, "Don't even think about humiliating me!"

Lin Zhen's gaze froze for a moment when she pulled off her veil and revealed her true face.

Even in such a tense situation, her beauty still carries a thrilling impact.

The half-hidden mystery, the clear eyes burning with anger, the stubborn red lips tightly pursed, mixed with a wild and unruly charm, form a very tense picture under the swaying candlelight.

"Insult you?" Lin Zhen's voice was low and dangerous, with a hint of cold anger after being provoked. "Princess, you are committing treason by stabbing me with a blade!"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Zhen's figure flashed and he came forward like a ghost!