On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The edge of the trailing piece is not a simple rolled edge, but is inlaid with countless perfectly cut black diamonds, black jade and dark sapphires to create intricate patterns of the sun, moon and stars. Its heaviness and luxury are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

When the palace maids finally dressed her in this robe that was as heavy as armor and as gorgeous as a fairy rainbow, and spread out the three-meter-long train completely and evenly on the huge carpet in the hall with a pattern of nine flying dragons woven with gold thread -

The scene is beyond description.

The inky, jewel-studded train stretched from the front of the mirror all the way to the center, its length and area so vast that it practically covered the entire central axis of the sleeping hall. If it were in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, this train would truly stretch from beneath the Phoenix Chair, across the Imperial Steps, and all the way to the last row of His Majesty's officials standing in awe!

The hundreds of phoenixes on it sparkle under the lights, and the gems sparkle, as if the entire galaxy and the stars in the sky are under its feet. The ultimate honor and power are transformed into a concrete visual impact that is breathtaking.

Murong Yan turned slightly, her trumpet sleeves swaying softly, the pearls and jade rustling softly, the phoenixes on her train shimmering with brilliance. She looked in the mirror at herself, enveloped in the ultimate splendor, so noble she seemed unearthly, and took a deep breath. Even she herself was sometimes overwhelmed by the weight and meaning of this robe.

The bedroom door was gently pushed open, and Lin Zhen, who had just finished handling the last of his urgent business, walked in. He had changed into a dark satin casual suit, and his long hair was slightly damp, with the freshness of a bath.

When he stepped into the hall and saw Murong Yan standing in gorgeous attire, under the brilliant lights, as if she embodied all the glory and nobility in the world, even though he had long been accustomed to her peerless beauty, he couldn't help but stop, his eyes flashing with unconcealable amazement and deep shock.

He waved his hand, and all the palace maids silently lowered their robes, bowed their heads, and retreated one after another, gently closing the palace door.

In the huge bedroom, there were only the two of them, along with the hundreds of phoenixes that were shining brightly in the hall and the dark-colored jewel-studded tails that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see.

Lin Zhen walked forward slowly, his footsteps carefully treading on the edge of the magnificent train, as if he were stepping on the stars. He walked behind her and stared at her through the mirror.

"Every time I see you wearing it," he said in a low voice with a barely perceptible hoarseness, "I feel that even if all the treasures in the world were piled up here, they wouldn't be even one ten-thousandth as brilliant as you."

Murong Yan looked back at him in the mirror, a faint but touching smile curling up the corners of her lips. She gently raised her hand from beneath her flared sleeves, her fingertips brushing against the cool pearl tassels on the cuffs. "It's too heavy... It's like wearing the entire empire on your body."

"This country has always been yours." Lin Zhen hugged her from behind, his chin lightly resting on the top of her head, and his arms carefully avoided the hard gemstones and gently fell on the soft satin.

His embrace was a gentle blasphemy to this extremely noble dress, but also a silent declaration - no matter what she wore or what her status was, she was first and foremost his wife.

Murong Yan leaned into his arms and relaxed, feeling the warmth and solidity coming from behind her. Her heart, wrapped in the heavy robe, gradually calmed down and softened.

She tilted her head slightly, her cheek brushing against the delicate collar of his shirt. "Today in the morning, they argued for a long time about diverting the canal transportation to the sea... Listening to them, I just felt a headache..."

There was a subtle hint of fatigue and dependence in her voice. During the day, she wore a simplified version of this robe, sitting on the dragon throne, listening to the ministers debate various new policies.

The three-meter-long tail spread out on the imperial steps is a symbol of power and also an invisible constraint.

Lin Zhen's arms tightened slightly, and his voice was soothing: "It's all in the past. It's just a small matter, don't dwell on it. If you feel annoyed in the future, just let me make the decision like we did today."

He never minded protecting her behind him and shielding her from all the storms and worries.

"Hmm..." Murong Yan responded softly, closing her eyes and enjoying the warmth and security of his embrace. With him around, the complicated government affairs and the endless arguments seemed to become distant and unimportant.

The two of them stood in silence, hugging each other for a moment. Lin Zhen leaned over slightly, passed his arms through her knees and back, carefully avoiding the core stress point of the gorgeous but heavy train, and with a force, he actually lifted her up steadily.

"Ah!" Murong Yan exclaimed softly, subconsciously hugging his neck. Her wide trumpet sleeves fell, brushing against his arms.

Lin Zhen held her in his arms, stepping towards the enormous dragon bed. The three-meter-long train moved with it, and the phoenixes embroidered on it seemed to come alive, slowly swimming across the carpet. Gems and gold threads traced glittering trails under the light, creating a magnificent and dreamy scene.

He gently placed her on the edge of the bed and knelt on one knee in front of her, reaching out to hold one of her bare feet. Her ankle was slender and white, forming a sharp contrast with the dark hem of her robe, and her toes were round and dyed bright red.

"Are you tired after walking all day?" he asked in a low voice, massaging the acupuncture points on the soles of her feet with his fingertips with moderate pressure.

The contact of their delicate skin brought a tingling warmth. Murong Yan's cheeks flushed slightly, and her toes subconsciously curled up. She wanted to pull back, but he held her gently and firmly.

"Husband...don't..." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's, tinged with shyness. Even though they had been married for many years, his closeness, which was filled with piety, always made her heart beat faster.

Lin Zhen didn't allow her to retreat. He carefully massaged her feet, soothing the fatigue of standing for so long in heavy dress shoes. His movements were focused and gentle, as if he were treating the most precious treasure in the world.

The hall was brightly lit, illuminating the magnificent and majestic Empress's black phoenix robe and its three-meter jewel-studded train, as well as the Regent's slightly humble yet incredibly gentle gesture. Ultimate honor and ultimate intimacy blended together in a strange yet harmonious way.

After a long time, he raised his head, smiled at her, stood up and sat beside her, naturally took her into his arms and let her lean on his shoulder.

"Go to sleep, Yan'er." He murmured softly, his fingers gently combing her loose black hair, "I'm here."

Murong Yan closed her eyes in peace, her nose lingering with the refreshing scent of his body and the faint aroma of ambergris from the palace. The heavy, luxurious Hundred Phoenix Black Robe was still on her body, its three-foot train still stretching out under the bed, but in his warm embrace, she felt only peace and tranquility.

The weight of power and the responsibility of the country seemed to be quietly melted away at this moment by the gentle night and his steady heartbeat.