On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

It was late spring, the last traces of chill had faded from the capital, the sun was warm, and the breeze was gentle. The gilded and jewel-encrusted main gate of the Prince Regent's Palace, usually closed all day, slowly opened today, not to welcome a distinguished guest, but for a very special trip.

A dark black four-wheeled carriage, seemingly plain on the outside but exceedingly luxurious on the inside, quietly sailed out of the palace, escorted by a team of elite guards in plain clothes, and merged into the bustling crowds of the capital. The carriage lacked the imperial emblem, but its exceptional materials and impressive appearance still attracted many curious glances.

The interior of the carriage is covered with thick and soft snow fox fur mats, and devices using the latest spring and shock-absorbing technology are fixed in the corners to ensure a smooth and silent ride.

Murong Yan sat upright, still wearing the same dark black robe with hundreds of phoenixes on it. However, this time, she had not worn the heavy phoenix crown. Her cloud-like black hair was loosely tied with a long, translucent black jade hairpin, and the rest of her hair was left loose, adding a touch of languid charm.

The extremely dark black background, under the bright spring light shining through the crystal glass windows, presents a texture as deep as an ancient pond, absorbing the light while reflecting faint blue and dark purple light from the inside, mysterious and noble.

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", seem to be fully awake under the abundant light, and each feather is sparkling with vivid and dazzling brilliance, with red gold shining, rose gold flowing, silver white bright, and purple gold noble.

The tiny red and blue gemstones on the phoenix eyes reflected light as bright as stars. The hundreds of phoenixes had different postures, some soaring, some perched on branches, almost breaking through their clothes and soaring into the sky.

The extremely wide flared sleeves were spread on the snow fox fur pad, and the fine black pearl tassels on the edge of the cuffs gently collided with the slight shaking of the carriage, making a sound like breaking jade.

The giant black jewel-studded train, three meters long and seamlessly connected to the robe, occupied most of the floor of the carriage, like a dormant black dragon. The black diamonds, black jade and deep sapphires inlaid on it sparkled with cold and bright star-like light. The ultimate luxury flowed in this small space.

Lin Zhen sat beside her, wearing a dark blue brocade dress that matched her black robe. He had a noble temperament, but his eyes were always lingering on the person beside him, with a gentle smile on the corner of his lips.

"Husband, where are we going?" Murong Yan tilted her head slightly, her hand resting lightly on the window sill beneath her flared sleeves, curiously gazing at the rapidly passing street scenes. She rarely left the palace, and even less often was she exposed to the hustle and bustle of the city this close.

"Let's go to the West Market," Lin Zhen naturally held her hand beneath her trumpet sleeves, his fingertips caressing the delicate back of her hand. "Today there's a new troupe of foreign opera performers, and there are a lot of new and interesting things. I'll take you to see the excitement."

Murong Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, as if they were lit by stars: "Variety show? Is it the kind that breathes fire and swallows swords?"

She had only seen descriptions in picture books.

"Maybe," Lin Zhen smiled, liking to see her so curious. "There are also talking parrots, singing and dancing orchids, colorful glassware, and fragrant spices... Whatever Yan'er wants to see, we'll see it."

Murong Yan nodded excitedly, and the hundred phoenixes on her black robe trembled slightly.

She almost pressed her face against the crystal car window, looking at the bustling scene outside, the hustle and bustle of people, the hawkers' cries, the children's laughter, the sound of horses' hooves, the sound of wheels...all kinds of sounds intertwined together, full of fresh vitality, completely different from the quiet and luxurious palace where she usually lived.

The carriage finally stopped at a relatively quiet alley near the entrance to the West Market. The guards had already cleared the area, and among the seemingly ordinary civilians were actually countless elite secret guards.

Lin Zhen got out of the car first, then turned around and carefully extended his hand. Murong Yan took his hand and slowly got out of the car with great grace. When her feet stepped onto the bluestone pavement of the West Market in Beijing——

The surroundings seemed to be cast under a silent spell in an instant.

All the previously noisy sounds abruptly ceased. Whether it was the hawkers, passersby, or children playing... everyone seemed frozen in time, staring in amazement at the figure that had appeared at the alley entrance.

What kind of scene is that?

A woman with an unparalleled beauty and a noble temperament that could not be described in words, she was wearing a dark black phoenix robe that they had never imagined, which was so gorgeous and heavy that it was beyond their cognition.

The inky robe shone with a dark luster under the spring sunshine, and the dense, lifelike golden phoenixes on it, as if ready to fly out at any moment, blinded their eyes. Pearl tassels swayed lightly at the cuffs of the extremely wide trumpet sleeves.

The most breathtaking thing was the inky black trail behind her that stretched as far as the eye could see, covering the entire road surface at the entrance of the alley, and the gems inlaid on it sparkled dazzlingly in the sunlight!

The train was so long and so gorgeous that eight maids in black robes with solemn faces had to kneel on the ground and carefully lift the end with golden hooks lined with soft silk to prevent it from dragging completely in the dust.

But even so, the front end of the tail, which is more than ten feet long, is still like a living ink-black river, winding and spreading on the bluestone slabs. Its magnificence and dignity form a strong and almost absurd visual impact with the slightly messy urban environment around it!

Someone reacted first, shouting tremblingly, "It's... It's Her Majesty the Empress! And the Regent!"

The crowd exploded in an instant like an ice cube thrown into boiling oil, and then knelt down in panic, kowtowed like crazy, and shouts of "Long live the emperor" rose one after another. Many people did not even dare to look up and directly at the overly dazzling honor.

Murong Yan was slightly startled by the sudden scene and subconsciously moved closer to Lin Zhen. She was already accustomed to subjects kneeling, but that was in the solemn and dignified Golden Palace, not in the mundane streets of this place.

This naked gaze, a mixture of extreme awe, shock, fear and curiosity, made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Lin Zhen keenly sensed her slight nervousness. He exerted a little force with his arms, wrapped them around her waist, and protected her against his side. At the same time, his eyes swept over the surroundings calmly. His voice was steady but carried an undeniable authority: "Stand up. Your Majesty and I are just taking a casual stroll today. There's no need to be formal. Just go about your business."

His words seemed to have magical power, instantly calming the restless crowd. The people stood up trembling, but still did not dare to approach. They could only peek at the legendary figure and the mythical robe she wore from afar in awe.

"Are you scared?" Lin Zhen lowered his head and asked softly in Murong Yan's ear with a soothing tone.

Murong Yan took a deep breath, shook her head, and leaned closer to him, her hands under her flared sleeves tightly grasping his collar: "...No. It's just... they seem to be very afraid of me?"

She was more accustomed to the awe of courtiers than the pure shock of fear from the common people.

"It's not that I'm afraid of you, it's that I respect you and love you." Lin Zhen corrected her softly, holding her in his arms and slowly walking forward. "It's just that they've never seen their Empress so close, let alone... such a beautiful one."

Murong Yan blushed slightly at his amusement and glared at him, but her mood relaxed a lot. She began to try to ignore those glances and turned her attention to the dazzling array of stalls on both sides of the street.

Lin Zhen patiently accompanied her and explained to her the snacks, toys, exotic spices and fabrics that she had never seen before.

Murong Yan listened with great interest. When she saw something new, she would point and ask curiously, her flared sleeves swaying gently with her movements.

When they reached a stall selling sugar paintings, Murong Yan was captivated by the expertly drawn flying phoenix painting by an old man and stopped in her tracks. Lin Zhen understood and immediately asked the guard to buy the largest, crystal-clear golden phoenix painting.

Murong Yan took the sugar painting, looked at the translucent phoenix in the sunlight, then looked down at the golden phoenix embroidered on her black robe, and couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled.

She carefully extended the tip of her tongue and licked the wings of the sugar phoenix. The sweet taste melted in her mouth, making her squint her eyes in satisfaction.

"Is it sweet?" Lin Zhen asked with a smile.

"Sweet!" Murong Yan nodded vigorously and raised the sugar painting to his lips. "Husband, would you like to try it too?"

Lin Zhen took her hand and gently took a small bite of the sugar phoenix's tail feathers, nodding: "Hmm, very sweet." But his eyes were always on her lips, which became more delicate due to the sweetness.

The intimate scene of the two of them eating a candy painting together once again stunned the people who were secretly watching around them, and completely overturned their perception of the legendary cold-blooded and iron-blooded regent.