On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

In the early morning of autumn, the sky gets brighter a little later than in summer.

A thin layer of mist, like a veil, enveloped the Regent's Palace, adding a touch of hazy poetry to the palaces and pavilions with carved beams and painted rafters.

Inside the bedroom, huge glass windows framed the cool morning light and the gradually yellowing autumn scenery in the courtyard, casting mottled light and shadows on the floor.

Murong Yan woke up to a slight but continuous rustling sound.

She drowsily opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Lin Zhen's broad back. He had already stood up, his back to the bed, and seemed to be fiddling with something in the morning light filtering in through the window.

She hummed lazily, with a hoarse nasal voice as if she had just woken up: "Husband...what are you doing so early in the morning?"

Lin Zhen turned around at the sound, a gentle smile on his face. He walked over to the bed and sat down, leaning over to place a morning kiss on her smooth forehead. "Did you wake up my Yan'er? Nothing, I got a little gadget and thought I'd give you a surprise."

His fingertips gently brushed away the few strands of messy black hair on her cheek, his movements extremely gentle.

Murong Yan rubbed her eyes, her sleepiness dissipated a little, and her curiosity was aroused.

She propped herself up and sat up, and the shoulder straps of her silk nightgown slipped down a little, revealing her graceful collarbone and fair skin.

"What little thing?" She naturally leaned towards Lin Zhen and looked over to see what he was busy with.

Lin Zhen smiled and reached out to take something from the dressing table next to him.

It was a gilt handheld mirror of extremely fine workmanship. The handle of the mirror was carved into the shape of a entwined phoenix, with lifelike details of the wings and tiny red gems inlaid as phoenix eyes.

The most peculiar thing is that the mirror is extremely clear and bright, and can almost reflect the smallest hairs on a person's face, which is completely different from the hazy and blurred images of the bronze mirrors commonly used today.

"This is..." Murong Yan took the mirror in surprise and looked at her face. She could even clearly see a trace of laziness in the corners of her eyes as if she had just woken up. "How can this mirror be so clear?"

"It's made using the latest glass silvering technology. I call it a mercury mirror," Lin Zhen explained with a hint of pride. "It's much clearer than a bronze mirror, right? From now on, my Yan'er won't have to guess at blurry shadows when she's dressing up."

Murong Yan couldn't help but look at herself in the mirror, her reflection so clear that her eyebrows, lips, and even every strand of hair were all clearly visible. Suddenly, she remembered something and glanced at Lin Zhen with a frown, "My dear husband, do you think I'm taking too long to put on my makeup in the bronze mirror and that it's wasting your time?"

Lin Zhen laughed and reached out to pull her, blanket and all, into his arms. "Nonsense! I was thinking that the most beautiful face in the world should be reflected in the clearest mirror. Wouldn't a blurry bronze mirror be an injustice to His Majesty?"

Murong Yan felt sweet at the sweet words. She pursed her lips and smiled, put down the mirror, turned around, hugged Lin Zhen's neck, and kissed him quickly on the lips: "A reward for you!"

"Just for a moment?" Lin Zhen raised his eyebrows, obviously not satisfied. He tightened his arms and lowered his head to deepen the morning kiss.

Murong Yan dodged it with a smile, picked up the new mirror and put it between them: "Wait...husband, look."

Lin Zhen looked at the mirror in confusion.

In the clear mirror, I could see the two of them hugging each other.

He was wearing pajamas with the collar slightly open, and her hair was slightly disheveled, the straps of her pajamas had slipped off, revealing her shoulders half exposed. She nestled in his arms, her cheeks flushed with the morning glow, and her eyes moving with a hint of sleepiness and obvious charm.

The two people are in a very intimate posture, and the beautiful scenery can be seen clearly under the extremely clear mirror.

This provides a different, heart-pounding visual impact compared to seeing each other directly.

"This mirror..." Murong Yan looked at the scene in the mirror, her voice trembling slightly, and her face flushed even more, "...it's too clear..." Even she herself felt that the lazy look in the mirror, nestled in her husband's arms, was too seductive.

Lin Zhen's eyes darkened. He chuckled softly, his voice hoarse, "It's better to be clear."

He reached out, gently removed the mirror that was in the way, and placed it beside the bed.

"Only when you see clearly can you realize how beautiful my Yan'er is."

After saying that, he didn't give her a chance to dodge and accurately grabbed those two soft and fragrant lips.

The morning light shines through the window lattice, gently falling on the two people hugging each other, stretching their figures and interweaving them together, as if they were one.

After a long time, Murong Yan leaned on Lin Zhen's shoulder, breathing lightly with an unstable breath, her cheeks flushed and her eyes watery.

Lin Zhen gently stroked her back to help her calm down, his tone returning to its previous gentleness: "Okay, I won't bother you anymore. I have nothing to do today, so I'll take you to the new steam bakery in the city to try something new. I heard that the pastries they make with their new ovens have a unique flavor."

Murong Yan's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she immediately looked up: "Is it the oven that my husband mentioned last time, the one that can precisely control the temperature?"

"Yes." Lin Zhen nodded, tugged on her slipped shoulder strap, and carefully straightened her slightly messy hair. "Do you want to go?"

"I want to go!" Murong Yan nodded immediately, but then frowned, "But I need to dress up and change clothes, which will take a long time..."

As she spoke, her eyes involuntarily glanced at the overly clear mirror. Her meaning was obvious - before, when she looked at the blurry bronze mirror, she was just fine, but now facing such a clear mirror, she would be unable to help but strive for perfection, and the time spent would probably double.

Lin Zhen immediately understood her concerns and couldn't help but laugh: "So this clear mirror has such a 'disadvantage'?"

He pinched the tip of her nose and said, "It's okay. We have plenty of time today. How about your husband personally do your hair and eyebrows?"

Murong Yan looked at him in surprise: "Really? My husband is not busy today?"

"The workshop is initially operating normally, the railway survey is proceeding as planned, and there's a dedicated person in charge of the preparations for the banknote issuance." Lin Zhen listed them carefully, his tone relaxed, "I've stolen a moment of leisure from my busy life. Today, I'll just spend time with my Yan'er."

Murong Yan's face lit up with smiles. She immediately climbed out of his arms, jumped off the bed barefoot, and ran to the dressing table, grabbing his hand. "Hurry up! I want to do that most complicated Feixian bun. My husband, you promised to teach me!"

Lin Zhen let her pull him, with an indulgent and doting smile on his face: "Okay, okay, I'll wear the Feixian bun. As long as Yan'er doesn't mind my clumsy hands."

Murong Yan sat upright on an embroidered cushion in front of a brightly lit dressing table. Lin Zhen stood behind her, jade comb in hand, meticulously combing her long, flowing black hair. The brand-new mercury mirror reflected both of them clearly: one with a smile, filled with dependence and happiness, the other with gentle movements, her eyes focused and filled with love.

Lin Zhen's technique wasn't exactly skilled, but he was incredibly patient and meticulous. Following Murong Yan's instructions, he gradually sectioned, rolled up, and secured her long hair. Occasionally, he'd clumsily tug on a strand or two, drawing a delicate cry of pain from Murong Yan and prompting him to whisper words of comfort.

"Husband, this side is a little crooked..."

"Here, yes, the hairpin should go through this hole..."

"Oh, that's not it..."

On the dressing table, in addition to the original rouge and powder, there were also a few shiny copper coins and the hundred-yuan banknote sample that she particularly liked. Placed together with her dazzling array of jewelry, it seemed out of place and yet inexplicably harmonious, silently telling of the hostess's unique hobby.

Although the process was a bit "bumpy", in the end, a slightly awkward but still very gorgeous flying fairy bun was formed under Lin Zhen's hands. He picked up the black ink and carefully drew the shape of her eyebrows.

Murong Yan obediently tilted her face back, closed her eyes, and felt the warmth of her husband's fingertips and the slight itch of his breath brushing against her cheeks, with a sweet curve at the corners of her mouth.

When the last bit of lipstick had been smudged and her makeup was complete, Murong Yan looked around in the mirror. The person in the mirror had beautiful hair and a beautiful face, eyebrows like distant mountains, and lips like cherries, a gorgeous and radiant beauty beyond compare.

"My husband is such a great cook." She turned around, hugged Lin Zhen's waist, looked up and praised him, with stars twinkling in her eyes.

Lin Zhen looked down at her, his eyes full of amazement and pride: "It's because my Yan'er has such a good foundation."

He smoothed her temples and said, "Well, Your Majesty, can you now have dinner and then go to the bakery?"

Murong Yan nodded vigorously and took his arm: "Permission granted!"

The sun was shining brightly, lengthening the figures of the two as they walked out of the bedroom, leaning on each other. The air was filled with the scent of happiness and peace. A new day, still their ordinary and sweet daily routine.