On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

It was late spring, the sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the warm wind blew through the carved window lattices, bringing bursts of fragrant flower scents and the fresh breath of sprouting plants, quietly drifting into the most spacious and luxurious warm room in the Regent's Palace.

The floor heating had been extinguished long ago, but the afternoon sun made the ground covered with a whole piece of Hetian jade slab warm and moist, and the room was as cozy as early summer, so only light clothing was needed.

The warm room is extremely luxurious. The rosewood display cabinets are filled with treasures from the previous dynasty and exquisite steam-powered models. The long-haired carpets tributed from Persia are spread all over the floor, and they are soft and silent when stepped on.

Next to the window is a large rosewood beauty couch, covered with smooth dark green satin cushions, and several Suzhou embroidery pillows are scattered around it.

Murong Yan leaned lazily on the couch.

She did not wear light nightgown or casual clothes like ordinary ladies, but chose the dark black phoenix robe that symbolized her supreme honor.

However, this robe was different from the formal formal attire worn at court meetings. It was made of the finest black ice silk brocade imported from Jiangnan, as light as smoke and as smooth as water. Under bright light, a faint blue luster shone through the black base, like a flowing starry river in the dark night.

The robe is still embroidered with a huge phoenix with spread wings and peony branches using gold, silver and rare dark purple peacock feathers, but because the silk threads are extremely fine, the embroidery is more complex and secretive. From a distance, it appears to be a quiet ink color, but up close, dark patterns appear to float, which is extremely gorgeous and shows the ultimate royal luxury in a low-key manner.

The three-meter-long tail was not shortened. At this moment, it was like an ink-black waterfall, pouring down from the edge of the couch, spreading on the smooth and warm jade plate and the soft carpet, almost occupying half of the floor of the warm room.

When the sunlight shines on it, the silk brocade glistens, the dark patterns shine, and the phoenix feathers embroidered with peacock feather thread reflect unpredictable purple-gold light at different angles, which is extraordinarily magnificent.

The wide flared cuffs were stacked on the couch, embroidered with layers of cloud patterns in dark blue silk thread of the same color but slightly darker, and inlaid with fine black pearl edges, which made her exposed wrist look even whiter than snow and her fingertips look bright red.

Her hair was slightly loose, and she did not wear a heavy phoenix crown. It was only loosely tied with a long black jade hairpin. The rest of her black hair was like a waterfall, scattered on the ink-colored satin cushion and her dark black phoenix robe. The black and white were clearly distinguished and breathtaking.

She was barefoot, with a pair of slender and graceful feet sticking out from the layers of her dark robe. She accidentally rubbed the soft pile of the carpet beside the couch, causing a slight tingling sensation.

In front of Murong Yan, there was not a memorial, but a small rosewood table, on which was placed a star plate of the Twenty-Eight Mansions inlaid with red gold and gems. Next to it were scattered several beautifully bound contemporary picture books, and a sweet white porcelain plate filled with juicy purple mulberries and crystal lychees.

However, her mind at the moment was not on these entertainments at all.

On her lap lay a thick booklet, bound in dark blue brocade. The pages were made of sturdy, high-quality rice paper, densely covered with neat, official script, occasionally adorned with receipts.

This is a breakdown of the Regent's Palace treasury's expenditures this month.

And at her hand, the thing that she loved most - an exquisite abacus with a rosewood frame, white jade beads, and a total of 9981 levels - was being fiddled with intermittently by her slender hands under her flared sleeves.

The white jade beads were warm and cool, and when they hit the rosewood blocks, they made a crisp and rhythmic "crackling" sound. To her, it sounded far more pleasant than any string or orchestra played by the court musicians.

"Hmm... On the eighth day of the first lunar month, I ordered four sets of spring gowns from Jinxiufang, made of the newly arrived silk from Suzhou and Hangzhou... Hmm, it's time to spend..." She muttered softly, her fingertips deftly moving a few abacus beads, making crisp sounds.

"...On the tenth day, I bought ten bottles each of Fangqin Pavilion's newly blended White Orchid Hair Oil and Rose Water...these seem a bit pricey..."

She slightly frowned her delicately painted eyebrows, as if she was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle, but finally she moved the beads up and consoled herself with a soliloquy.

"...Never mind, the aroma is quite pleasant, and my husband also likes it..."

She looked extremely carefully and calculated extremely seriously, with a focused expression, as if she was deciding something important concerning the fate of the country.

The sunlight filtered through the glass window, casting a small fan-like shadow on her drooping eyelashes and spreading a soft halo on her delicate, porcelain-like cheeks.

The phoenix robe, gorgeous and heavy enough to wear to any state banquet, now became her "daily attire" when checking the account books at home. The scene was both strange and inexplicably harmonious, revealing a kind of laziness and willfulness that could only be nurtured by extreme pampering.

The door to the warm room was gently pushed open, and Lin Zhen, having finished his official duties, strolled in. He was wearing a long, straight-cut gown the color of rain-soaked sky, a jade belt around his waist, and no crown. His black hair was half-tied with a jade hairpin, which made him look taller and more upright, and his temperament was elegant and relaxed.

He saw the calculating little figure on the couch, and an indulgent smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

He did not speak immediately, but waved his hand to signal the serving maid to quietly withdraw. He then walked lightly to the edge of the couch and very naturally found an empty space on the edge of the ink-colored trailing carpet covering the ground. He lifted up his clothes, sat on the ground, and leaned his back against the edge of the beauty couch.

He casually picked up a picture book about overseas scenery on the small table and flipped through it casually, but his eyes occasionally drifted to his beloved wife who was "struggling" with the account book and abacus.

Murong Yan calculated the key point and didn't notice that there was another person beside her.

It was not until she had finally checked the last expense and concluded that this month's balance was five hundred and thirty-seven more than last month's that she breathed a sigh of satisfaction, with the corners of her lips raised, as if she had won a battle.

Before she could catch her breath, a bony, warm, dry hand reached out from the side, picked up a peeled, crystal clear lychee with its fingertips, and handed it to her lips.

At the same time, a deep, smiling voice rang in her ears: "My Goddess of Wealth, thank you for your hard work. Please give me a lychee to moisten your mouth."

Murong Yan was startled by the sudden sound and trembled slightly. She turned her head to see Lin Zhen who had arrived at some point. She glanced at him coquettishly, but still took his hand and opened her mouth to hold the cool and sweet lychee flesh.

The sweet juice exploded in her mouth, and she narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, like a cat whose fur was stroked.

"When did my husband come? He didn't even make a sound and scared me." She swallowed the lychee and leaned back softly, just in time to lean into Lin Zhen's arms.

The wide flared sleeves slipped down slightly due to her movement, revealing half of her frosty and snowy forearm.

"Come and see how His Majesty manages his affairs." Lin Zhen chuckled softly, his chin gently rubbing against the top of her hair, which exuded a faint fragrance of white orchids. He put his arm around her slender waist, and with his other hand, he picked up the account book on her lap and flipped through it casually.

"Hmm... you saved so much this month? Yan'er is really good at managing the household. It looks like my personal savings will increase next year."

Murong Yan's cheeks flushed slightly at his teasing, especially when she heard the word "private money". She immediately raised her eyebrows alertly, turned away from his embrace, and raised her head, her trumpet sleeves brushing against his cheek:

"Hmm? Private money? My husband, do you still have some hidden money?"

That look is like a little dragon guarding its treasure.

Lin Zhen laughed out loud at her adorable appearance, and couldn't help but lower his head and peck her slightly pouting lips. "Just kidding. Didn't I hand over all my storeroom keys to the 'national treasury' a long time ago?"