On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

At the exact moment of the Yin hour, a solemn silence fell over the Imperial City. The Hall of Supreme Harmony was brightly lit, and all officials stood in silent order, awaiting the arrival of the Emperor. The heavy doors kept out the biting cold, and the only sounds within were the occasional crackling of the charcoal basin and the subdued breathing of the officials.

When the eunuch in charge of ceremonies sang in his unique shrill voice, "Your Majesty has arrived - the Regent has arrived -", all the ministers knelt on the ground in unison, and the shouts of "Long live the emperor" shook the entire palace.

Murong Yan, supported by Lin Zhen, slowly stepped onto the Danbi. She was still wearing the extremely solemn black phoenix robe that symbolized the supreme imperial power.

A golden phoenix soared above the inky brocade, and mountains and rivers loomed. Countless candlelight and carbide lamps illuminated the scene, casting a deep and majestic radiance. Wide, bell-shaped sleeves cascaded down her sides, and the cloud-thunder patterns embroidered in gold thread swayed gently with her steps, resembling rolling black clouds.

The most eye-catching thing is the three-meter-long train, which is held, unfolded and spread out with great care by sixteen carefully selected palace maids in two rows. It is like an inky galaxy, sliding solemnly and slowly across the cold and smooth gold brick floor, and finally perfectly spread out on the imperial steps behind the dragon throne. Its area is so huge that it almost covers the nine levels of the imperial steps. The visual impact is extremely shocking and noble to the extreme.

She sat down with graceful grace, her face cool and composed, her gaze sweeping calmly below her. Her hands rested lightly on her knees beneath her flared sleeves, her demeanor naturally majestic. Lin Zhen stood beside the dragon throne, his figure erect and his gaze as serene as the depths of the abyss, exuding the aura of someone in control of the situation.

"Everyone, please stand up." Murong Yan spoke, and her clear and majestic voice spread to every corner through the special structure of the hall.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" All officials stood up and the court meeting officially began.

The first few topics were all routine government reports, and the process was the same as usual.

She sat upright on the dragon throne, her dark phoenix robe, three-meter train, and wide flared sleeves creating an impeccable image of supremacy, but she looked more like a flawless jade sculpture. Apart from fixed procedural terms, there were no extra words, and all substantive decisions came from the man beside her.

However, when the Minister of Works stepped forward and reported that "the exploration of the branch railway line from Gyeonggi to Xishan Coal Mine has been completed, and we request that the construction funds be allocated and construction begin immediately," a different voice appeared in the court for the first time.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness!" An old imperial censor with white hair and beard, dressed in a scarlet robe, stepped out tremblingly and objected loudly.

"I think it's wrong! The West Mountain is the dragon vein where the royal mausoleum is located. The mountains are majestic and the earth's energy is deep! If we dig a tunnel through the mountain and lay the railway tracks, the rumbling noise will shake the mountains and rivers. Wouldn't it disturb the rest of our ancestors and undermine the foundation of our Daqian nation?! This proposal is absolutely unacceptable! Your Majesty, Your Highness, please reconsider!"

The old censor was very emotional and knelt on the ground after he finished speaking.

As soon as this statement was made, it was immediately echoed by several conservative ministers.

"I second the proposal! The land of dragon veins must not be touched lightly!"

"While trains are good for transportation, disturbing the mausoleum is more trouble than good!"

"We should choose another route and go around the West Mountain!"

The Minister of Works, clearly prepared, immediately retorted, "Your Majesty, Your Highness! I've consulted officials from the Imperial Observatory and the Department of Geography. The Western Mountains' dragon veins are vast, and the mausoleum is only a small part of it. The planned railway route avoids the core of the mausoleum area to the greatest extent possible, being far enough away to avoid disturbing it! Furthermore, if this branch line is completed, a steady supply of high-quality coal from the Western Mountains could be transported to the capital and various factories, greatly benefiting the nation and the people! How can we abandon such a real benefit because of a vague concern?"

"Benefits are present, but disasters will come in the future! How can the study of geography and feng shui be so vague and illusory?!" another old minister retorted excitedly.

"What a pedantic view! How can we throw the baby out with the bathwater?"

"It is clearly a move that benefits the country and the people!"

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Both sides held their own views and cited classics, and the debate gradually became fierce.

This was the first time such a noisy and quarrelsome scene occurred in the court.

Murong Yan sat upright, her fingers curled slightly beneath her wide, flared sleeves. She listened to the heated debate below, words like "dragon vein," "disturbance," "national foundation," and "real benefits" swirling through her mind, leaving her feeling somewhat bewildered.

She instinctively felt that what the Minister of Works said seemed more reasonable, and coal was indeed very important; but what the old censor said about "disturbing the ancestors" and "shaking the foundation of the country" sounded extremely serious, so she did not dare to make a judgment easily.

Her eyes involuntarily looked towards Lin Zhen beside her with a hint of help.

Lin Zhen remained calm throughout the entire process, standing with his hands behind his back, listening to the argument below, but he did not immediately intervene.

Only when the arguing died down and both sides looked towards the throne, awaiting the final decision, did he slowly step forward.

His move instantly captured the attention of the entire crowd; even the three-meter-long, inky black tail seemed to freeze in place. All the noise instantly died down, and within the hall, one could hear a pin drop.

Murong Yan immediately felt relieved. Almost impatiently, she spoke in her clear, yet subtly relaxed voice, "Everyone has their reasons. This matter is of grave importance, and it's difficult for me to make a decision."

She said, fulfilling her duty perfectly, turning her gaze completely to Lin Zhen, her voice regaining its steady dignity: "What do you think, Regent?"

All the pressure and decision-making were instantly and naturally transferred to Lin Zhen.

Lin Zhen's gaze swept over the kneeling Imperial Censor and the standing Minister of Works below. His voice was steady, not loud but filled with undeniable power: "The theory of dragon veins is elusive and difficult to predict. Our ancestors founded this country, hoping for the prosperity of their descendants and the peace and prosperity of the people, not to be trapped in a corner and complacent."

He first set the tone and denied the core arguments of the conservatives, which immediately boosted the morale of the Minister of Works and others.

"Yes," Lin Zhen changed the subject slightly, looking at the Minister of Works, "What the Censor said is not entirely without reason. The ancestral mausoleums must not be treated with the slightest disrespect. The railway route must be re-surveyed to ensure that it is at least ten miles away from all mausoleum areas. The survey drawings must be sent to the palace within three days, and I will personally review them."

"I obey your order!" The Minister of Works bowed immediately, feeling very happy. As long as the project could be advanced, taking a detour was completely acceptable.

Lin Zhen continued, "As for the disturbance, the noise of the train is not inconceivable. The Institute of Destiny and Nature has developed special soundproofing materials and built a sound barrier along the railway line near the mausoleum. The required funds will be included in the budget."

As soon as these words were spoken, not only the Minister of Works, but also many neutral ministers below showed admiration in their eyes.

This policy not only advances the project, but also upholds etiquette and laws, taking into account the dignity and concerns of all parties. It can be said to be comprehensive.

"Your Highness is wise!" The Minister of Works and a group of supporting ministers echoed in unison.

The kneeling old ministers saw that Lin Zhen did not completely deny the "disturbance" theory, but instead provided a solution. Although they were unwilling to accept it, they could not argue any further and could only kowtow in frustration:

"Your Highness...you have been very thoughtful..."

Lin Zhen then nodded slightly and looked at Murong Yan: "Your Majesty, is this okay?"

Murong Yan's tense heartstrings completely relaxed. She nodded immediately and made the final decision in her most practiced, dignified and cold voice: "Approved. Follow the instructions of the Regent."

A fierce court dispute was settled with just a few words from Lin Zhen. Murong Yan played her role perfectly—raising questions, delegating decisions, and ultimately giving her stamp of approval.

"Dismiss the court--" the eunuch in charge of ceremonies sang loudly.

All officials knelt to see him off.

Murong Yan stood up with Lin Zhen's help, and when she turned to leave, the three-meter-long black tail slowly moved again, like a black wave at receding tide, and disappeared behind the Danbi.

As soon as she entered the side hall, cut off from the outside world's sight, Murong Yan immediately breathed a sigh of relief. She almost wanted to raise her hand to rub her stiff neck, but she was restrained by the heavy crown and flared sleeves.

Lin Zhen had already taken off her phoenix crown with his own hands, and gently pressed his fingertips against her cervical vertebrae: "Are you having a headache because of the noise from those old guys?"

Murong Yan leaned against him, letting him massage her. Her voice was filled with fatigue and dependence: "They were arguing so loudly... I didn't know who to listen to... Fortunately, my husband was here."

She raised her face, her eyes full of trust and relief, "My husband always has a way."

Lin Zhen chuckled and kissed her forehead: "Well, I'm here. Leave this kind of thing to me from now on."

The warmth flowing in the side hall once again formed a sharp contrast with the arbitrary and cold atmosphere of Qiankun in the main hall just now.