On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Lin Zhen's heart stirred slightly, a surge of pity and regret welling up in him. He had pushed her to this supreme position, bestowing upon her the utmost glory, but he had also invisibly placed a heavy yoke upon her.

He leaned over, gently pulling her into his arms, letting her lean against his solid chest, his chin rubbing against the top of her head, which exuded the fragrance of cold plums. "I was inconsiderate. In the future, Yan'er, if you feel annoyed or tired, just tell me. I'll take you out to relax, to the West Hill Villa to soak in the hot springs, to the South Garden to ride horses, or... like the day before yesterday, to the West Market to watch the acrobatics, okay?"

His voice was low and gentle, full of endless doting and tolerance, "As for this dress,"

His fingertips brushed the pearl tassels on her cuffs. "Yan'er, if you like it, wear it. It's your wings, not a burden. If one day you don't like it anymore and want to change into something lighter, that's up to you."

With his gentle comforting voice, Murong Yan's sudden and inexplicable sadness disappeared in an instant.

She found a more comfortable position in his arms, raised her face to look at him, her eyes regaining the usual innocent and dependent look: "Don't change... I like wearing this..."

She muttered softly, "It's just...something I say occasionally."

How could she really bear to take off this unique glory he had given her?

Lin Zhen chuckled softly and couldn't help but lower his head to kiss her smooth forehead: "Okay, no need to change. My Yan'er looks good in anything, but this one looks the best."

At this time, the maid served freshly brewed tea. It was not the palace's Dragon and Phoenix tea, but the new "Mingqian Lotus Heart" tea from West Lake Longjing that Lin Zhen had specially ordered to be found this spring. The tea buds were tender, emerald green and fragrant.

The teacup is made of newly fired sweet white glaze porcelain, as thin as an eggshell, translucent and transparent, making the tea soup look even more tender and lovely.

Lin Zhen didn't ask the maid to serve him. He took the tea tray himself and dismissed the attendants. He first tested the temperature before passing a cup of tea to Murong Yan's lips.

Murong Yan took small sips from his hand. The clear, sweet tea, with its uniquely fresh aroma of spring, was completely different from the rich, aromatic Tuancha she was used to.

"It tastes good," her eyes lit up. "It's light and refreshing, like... like drinking a spring spring."

"As long as you like it." Lin Zhen looked at her satisfied expression, feeling delighted. He drank the tea in his cup right where she had been. This intimacy of sharing a cup of tea moved him more than any other delicious meal.

After drinking the tea, Murong Yan seemed to have completely come out of the little emotion she had just had.

She suddenly remembered something and took out the heavy brocade bag from the hidden pocket of her trumpet sleeve. She poured out a few specially made copper coins and the phoenix gold coin from it and held it in front of Lin Zhen like a treasure.

"Look, my dear! This is the money I saved yesterday for cosmetics. This is the reward from the West Market circus... Isn't it beautiful?"

The sunlight shines through the glass window onto the golden and shiny coins, reflecting her sparkling eyes, which is extremely gorgeous.

Lin Zhen couldn't help laughing at her money-grubber look. He lowered his head and pecked her slightly pouting lips: "Well, she's pretty. But not even one ten-thousandth as pretty as my Yan'er."

Murong Yan's cheeks flushed slightly from his kiss, but she pursed her lips and smiled. Satisfied, she returned the coins to the brocade pouch and carefully tucked them back into her sleeve pocket. She nestled back into his arms, yawning slightly. Her wide, bell-shaped sleeves half hid her face, and her eyelashes drooped, a hint of languid sleepiness settling in.

The scroll had already been silently put away by the maid. Inside the warm room, all that remained was the sunlight, the scent of tea, and the two people embracing.

Lin Zhen adjusted her position to make her sleep more comfortably. He pulled over a soft, thin quilt made of shark gauze and gently covered her with it. He tucked it in carefully, even covering a corner of the spread-out train.

Murong Yan nuzzled into his arms, finding a comfortable position. Soon, her breathing became even, and she drifted off to sleep. Her black phoenix robe spread out beneath her thin quilt, its gold threads shimmering and gemstones gleaming. Her peaceful sleeping face was the most moving sight in this ultimate luxury.

Lin Zhen stared at her for a long time before he placed a kiss on the corner of her lips. Then they took a nap in each other's arms in the warm spring afternoon.

Outside the window, the fragrance of flowers fills the air, and inside, time passes peacefully. The inky phoenix rests contentedly in the warm embrace of its lover.

......

Spring is as deep as the sea. Within the imperial residence, Qinfang Garden, a hundred flowers are in full bloom, a dazzling array of colors. Magnolias stand tall, crabapples blaze with color, peonies blossom gracefully, and delicate peonies bloom with beauty. Countless other exotic flowers and plants adorn the pavilions, terraces, and winding corridors. The air is rich with fragrance, butterflies dance, and bees buzz, creating a scene reminiscent of a fairyland on earth.

The main path through the garden had already been drenched in clean water and covered with red carpet. Imperial guards stood solemnly on either side, creating a solemn atmosphere yet retaining the vibrant light of spring. While today wasn't a formal ceremony, the arrival of Her Majesty the Empress and His Royal Highness the Regent was still a moment of great importance for the entire garden community.

A gilded and jewel-inlaid phoenix chariot, pulled by eight immaculate snow-white horses, slowly entered Qinfang Garden, flanked by elite guards. Its canopy resembled a cloud, and the draping around it was not veil but sheets of a special, nearly transparent crystal glass, which shielded against wind and dust without obstructing vision. It was an utterly luxurious affair.

The chariot came to a stop, and the guards respectfully lowered the gilded step stool. The first person to exit the chariot was Lin Zhen, dressed in a dark blue brocade brocade robe with a coiled dragon pattern. He stood tall and straight, his gaze calm. After exiting the chariot, he did not immediately move forward, but turned and extended his hand towards the inside of the carriage.

A delicate hand, clad in matching black velvet gloves and adorned with tiny black pearls, rested gently on his palm. Then, a breathtaking black figure slowly emerged beneath the spring light.

Murong Yan was still wearing her dark black Hundred Phoenix Ink Robe today. Under the brilliant spring sunlight, the profound black, far from dimming in the slightest, instead took on a depth and heaviness that swallowed all light, as if draped in the stillest night sky. Yet, from that profound black, subtle shimmers of deep blue, dark purple, and even dark green shone, creating a mysterious and unparalleled aura of nobility.

On the robe, the one hundred phoenixes, woven with countless rare gold and silver threads and using the unique "gold-plated velvet" and "beaded embroidery" techniques, completely radiate breathtaking vitality under the unobstructed natural light.

Each feather seems to be embroidered with real gold foil, silver thread, peacock feathers and kingfisher feathers. The red gold is dazzling like the scorching sun, the rose gold is gorgeous like the molten gold in the sunset, the silver is bright like the moonlight pouring down to the ground, and the purple gold is noble like auspicious clouds. The phoenix eyes are inlaid with the finest pigeon blood red and royal sapphires, reflecting sharp and brilliant light like substance in the sunlight. The hundreds of phoenixes have different postures.

Raising the neck, spreading the wings, looking back, combing the feathers, playing, soaring... lifelike.

It is so gorgeous and complicated that it is suffocating, as if it will burst out of the clothes at any time, attracting hundreds of birds to come and pay tribute!

The cuffs of the extremely wide flared sleeves are not of ordinary curvature, but are layered like a blooming ink-colored mandala flower. The edges are inlaid with black pearls as fine as stars and tiny black diamonds alternately. When hanging down, it is almost to the ground. When moving, the pearls and jade collide lightly, with a sound like breaking ice, and the light is colorful.

The most stunning sight of the day was the massive, three-meter-long, ink-colored, jewel-encrusted train, seamlessly integrated into the robe. It wasn't held solely by the palace maids, but rather, as if possessing a life of its own, cascading down from the phoenix chariot, winding across the bright red carpet and bluestone pavement. Its vastness practically covered the entire main road!

It is decorated with intricate patterns of lotus and thunderclouds, pinched out with gold wire, and then densely inlaid with black diamonds of varying sizes, black jade, deep sapphire, black opal and even rare black pearls to form patterns of phoenix tail feathers and the sun, moon and stars.

Under the spring sunlight, these gems madly reflect the cold, bright and dazzling light that is impossible to look directly at, as if the entire galaxy is under their feet. The ultimate luxury and power are transformed into a concrete, moving visual spectacle!

Sixteen palace maids dressed in black and with solemn faces stood in two rows. They used golden hooks lined with soft velvet to carefully lift the end of the train slightly, keeping it in a perfect spread while preventing it from completely rubbing against the ground.

She did not wear the heavy phoenix crown. Her cloud-like black hair was tied up with an extremely intricate and exquisite set of red gold, kingfisher feather and dark gemstone phoenix-winged hairpins and hairpins. The rest of her long hair was scattered behind her, blending with the dark black of her ink robe.

A huge teardrop-shaped black opal dangled from her forehead, its radiance shifting with the light. Her beauty was truly extraordinary, and against the backdrop of her exquisite attire, she exuded a natural dignity and captivating grace.

Lin Zhen held her hand tightly and helped her get out of the car. When the two of them were completely standing in the sea of ​​spring flowers.

All the guards and palace maids who were kneeling to greet them, and even the families of the nobles who were allowed to watch from afar, held their breath involuntarily, their hearts and minds shaken by the ultimate honor and splendor.

Even the cheers of "Long live the emperor" were filled with trembling awe.