On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The night was deep, and the inky sky was dotted with sparse stars. A cold crescent moon hung above the eaves, casting a faint, watery silver glow on the magnificent Regent's Palace.

The main bedroom of the palace was as warm as spring. The floor dragons silently emitted warmth. Several calcium carbide lamps embedded in the pilasters and the dome were adjusted to the softest light, shrouding everything in the hall in a hazy and warm glow.

Murong Yan did not sleep well.

She was alone, standing quietly in front of the huge amethyst dressing mirror.

Reflected in the mirror was her figure, clad in her dark black Hundred Phoenix Ink Robe nightgown. Under the soft light, the extremely dark black base material seemed to absorb all light, presenting a texture almost abyssal, yet from its deepest depths, shimmering hints of faint blue and dark purple, a mysterious and noble quality.

On the robe, the one hundred phoenixes, woven with countless rare gold and silver threads and using the peerless embroidery technique of "gold-plated velvet", seemed to have fallen asleep under the light. Their brilliance was restrained, but one could still glimpse the complexity and exquisiteness of their wings. The tiny red and blue gems on the phoenix eyes were like the eyes of a sleeping beast, lurking in the dark.

The enormous trumpet sleeves fell to his sides, the fringe of fine black pearls adorning the cuffs immovable. The immense, three-meter-long, ink-colored, jewel-studded train, seamlessly integrated into the robe, stretched lazily across the vast, long-haired carpet in the hall, woven with gold thread and embroidered with nine soaring dragons, like a dormant, inky galaxy.

The black diamonds, black jade and deep sapphires inlaid on it flickered with a faint light like star fragments in the dark, almost covering the entire central area of ​​the bedroom. It was silent, but it always showed the ultimate honor and splendor.

Her hair was untied, its cascading black strands flowing freely, cascading over the phoenix pattern on her black robe and across her shoulders. Her fingertips gently brushed the mirror, brushing against her own reflection, enveloped in exquisite attire, yet radiating an indescribable tranquility and... a faint loneliness.

During the day, Lin Zhen was summoned away by urgent government matters and had not returned until late at night. The large bedroom, still luxurious and warm, seemed a little too empty and quiet because of the absence of one person.

Light footsteps sounded from outside the hall, steady and familiar.

Murong Yan's eyes moved slightly, but she didn't turn around immediately.

Lin Zhen entered the bedroom. He had clearly just returned from outside, still carrying a hint of the night's cool air. Over his crimson-purple prince's garb lay a dark cloak with a gold-embroidered cloud pattern. A trace of fatigue and deep thought lingered between his brows.

The moment he stepped into the hall, his gaze accurately captured the figure standing still before the mirror. Seeing her black robe, which looked even more serene and elegant in the soft light, and the faint, almost imperceptible loneliness behind her back, the fatigue and coldness that surrounded him seemed to be instantly dispelled by the warmth within the hall, and his eyes instantly transformed into a deep tenderness.

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

There were only the two of them in the huge bedroom, and the luxurious and almost endless black jewel-studded train that filled the entire hall.

Lin Zhen untied his cloak and casually set it aside, then quietly walked behind her. He didn't say anything immediately, simply gazing at her through the mirror. His gaze passed over the sleeping phoenix on her black robe, past her loose, cloud-like hair, and finally landed on her beautiful eyes, slightly misty and watery, reflected in the mirror.

"Yan'er," he whispered, his voice slightly hoarse from exhaustion, yet unusually gentle, "Have you been waiting long?"

Murong Yan then slowly turned around. Her wide, bell-shaped sleeves swayed gently as she moved, and the three-meter-long train made a subtle rustling sound on the carpet. She raised her eyes to look at him, shook her head, and said softly, "Is government affairs very difficult?"

"It's nothing serious, just a lot of tedious things that delayed us for a while." Lin Zhen walked forward and naturally extended his hand, brushing his fingertips across her slightly cold cheek. "Did you scare my Yan'er?"

He was keenly aware of the slight uneasiness in her mood.

Murong lowered her eyelashes slightly, but didn't deny it. She had long been accustomed to his company, accustomed to him putting her before everything else. This sudden and long wait was a rare experience for her.

She subconsciously reached out and gently grasped the sleeve of his casual clothes, and the edge of the flared sleeve covered the back of his hand.

Lin Zhen's heart suddenly surged with pity and apology.

He held her slightly cool hand beneath her trumpet sleeves with his backhand, gently brought her into his arms, rested his chin on the top of her head, and whispered, "It's my fault. I'm back late."

Murong Yan leaned against his warm embrace, her nose filled with the familiar, reassuring scent of him. The slight uneasiness and loneliness she felt gradually dissipated. She gently shook her head in his arms.

The two hugged each other for a moment, and Lin Zhen let go of her slightly, looking down at her still slightly lowered eyes, and suddenly asked softly: "Yan'er, do you want to listen to music?"

Murong Yan was slightly startled, and looked up at him with a hint of surprise in her eyes. Lin Zhen was not good at music, and he rarely sang.

Lin Zhen looked at her surprised expression, a gentle smile curling up at the corner of his lips. He took her hand and led her to the luxurious dragon bed deep in the bedroom. The three-meter-long train slowly moved across the carpet.

He didn't let her lie down, but sat on the edge of the bed first, then gently pulled her sideways and sat on his lap. Murong Yan let out a soft cry and subconsciously hugged his neck to prevent her from falling. The wide flared sleeves slid down, revealing two snow-white arms.

Lin Zhen firmly wrapped his arms around her waist, letting her rest comfortably in his embrace, her back against his chest. The heavy, luxurious black robe, with its three-foot train, largely spread out across the dragon bed, like a blooming black peony, encircling the two of them.

"Husband?" Murong Yan turned her head, her eyes full of confusion and curiosity.

Lin Zhen just smiled and adjusted his posture to make her lean more comfortably.

Then he cleared his throat and actually began to hum softly.

What he sang was not some court music, nor the popular tune, but a lullaby with an extremely simple, even somewhat ancient tune, and a hint of the charm of the Jiangnan water towns.

The melody is soothing, repetitive and monotonous, and the lyrics are unclear. There seems to be only a simple "hmm ah ah" humming. Like his voice, it is slightly hoarse with fatigue, not beautiful, let alone any skill.

However, in this simple, even clumsy, low humming, an indescribable atmosphere of extreme tenderness and tranquility slowly enveloped the audience.

Murong Yan was a little surprised at first, but then she slowly relaxed in the low, magnetic, and unadorned humming sound. She leaned her head against his shoulder, closed her eyes, and listened quietly.

His voice was low, soft, as if he were whispering to her, and the melody he sang repeated itself with a primal, soothing power.

One of his hands was gently around her waist, and with the other he patted her arm very gently, intermittently, in rhythm with the melody he was humming.

The lights in the hall were dim, and the air was filled with the soothing fragrance of plum blossoms. With her elegant black robe spread out beneath her, Bai Feng seemed to be falling asleep to the sound of her song.

Murong Yan listened to the humming beside her ears, which was not pleasant but full of pampering and comfort, and felt the vibration and warmth from his chest. The last trace of haze in her heart completely dissipated, leaving only a full sense of security and sweetness that was almost overflowing.

She even unconsciously rubbed her cheek against the side of his neck, as if she were a child seeking comfort.

Lin Zhen felt her subtle movements of dependence, his humming became deeper and gentler, and his patting movements became lighter.

After an unknown amount of time, the simple melody gradually faded and eventually faded into silence. Lin Zhen lowered his head, his lips gently touching her forehead, and whispered, "Does it sound good?"

Murong Yan still had her eyes closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, but the corners of her mouth curved into a sweet arc, honest yet a little coquettish: "...The tone is a bit strange...but..."

She paused, her voice softer, "...I like it."

Lin Zhen chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest transmitting to her. He tightened his arms, holding her tighter in his embrace: "Go to sleep, my Yan'er. I'm here."

Murong Yan found a more comfortable position in his arms, nuzzled the pleasant scent on his collar, and replied vaguely: "Hmm..."

Sleepiness washed over her like a gentle tide. Amidst the reassuring embrace and the lingering gentle humming, she quickly fell into a deep, sweet dream. Her breathing became even and long, her face serene, like a baby's.

Lin Zhen didn't put her down immediately. He just held her like that, sitting quietly for a long time, his eyes lingering on her sleeping profile, lingering on the Hundred Phoenix Black Robe she wore, which still displayed supreme dignity even in her sleep, his eyes filled with endless cherishment and satisfaction.

After confirming she was sound asleep, he carefully and carefully, trying not to disturb her, slowly rose and gently placed her in the center of the dragon bed, tucking her in the quilt. He carefully arranged the three-meter-long, inky black trailing hair and spread it out on the inside of the bed.

He blew out most of the lights, leaving only a dim vigil lamp in the distance, then took off his outer robe, lay down beside her, and held her in his arms again.

Murong Yan unconsciously moved closer to him in her sleep, seeking warmth and a sense of security.

Lin Zhen lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her smooth forehead.

"Good night, my majesty." He murmured softly and closed his eyes.

Outside the palace, all was silent, while inside, the air was warm as spring. The inky phoenix rested in the arms of its lover, sinking into a peaceful dream. Its magnificent, heavy robe seemed now but the gentlest swaddling cloth.