On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The moonlight was like a silk thread, flowing quietly over the solemn imperial palace, adding a touch of coolness and tranquility to the winter night.

The aftermath of the rebellion has gradually subsided, and the palace has returned to its former strict order. However, the patrols of the guards are more frequent than before, silently revealing the traces of the turmoil not long ago.

Deep in the Regent's Palace is not an ordinary bathing pool, but a palace built with natural hot spring water - the "Ningxiang Palace".

Inside the hall, there is a white jade pool with golden animal heads spewing water. All around it are draped gauze curtains as light as smoke, and the floor is covered with thick Persian long-haired carpets. In the corner, a purple-gold coiled dragon incense burner exudes a wisp of soothing fragrance, which blends with the mist from the hot spring and permeates the entire hall, making it warm and moist.

Murong Yan was not wearing pajamas, but was still wearing the extremely gorgeous black and gold "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" dress.

At this moment, she was sitting quietly on a large jade stool covered with snow-white fox fur by the pool.

Under the soft light of the pearls and candlelight in the hall, the extremely dark black background of the dress presents a texture that absorbs all light, yet faintly reveals a dark golden glow from the inside. It is mysterious and noble, forming a strange contrast with the surrounding mist.

On the robe, a giant phoenix embroidered with countless rare gold, silver and colored threads rests safely. Every feather still exudes a restrained and gentle brilliance in the warm and humid air. The red gold is shining, the rose gold is gorgeous, the silver is bright, and the purple gold is noble. The gems in the phoenix's eyes reflect the soft and bright starlight.

The enormous trumpet sleeves were not rolled up, but hung naturally, the black pearl tassels at the cuffs unmoving. And the massive, three-meter-long, seamlessly integrated black and gold-studded train was not haphazardly stacked, but carefully spread out layer by layer on an even larger, dark green velvet-covered couch behind the jade stool.

Like a dormant dark-gold galaxy that has temporarily lost its edge, the countless gems inlaid on it gleam with a low-key and luxurious glow under the pearlescent light. It is still gorgeous and extremely quiet.

Lin Zhen did not call on the palace maids to serve him.

He was wearing only a plain silk nightgown, his dark hair loose, and he was half-kneeling in front of her, gently removing her shoes and socks. One of his hands held her ankle steadily, while the other carefully untied the intricate laces.

Murong Yan's feet were slender and beautiful, with round toes, dyed with bright red nail polish. Against the backdrop of the dark black robe, they looked even whiter and more lustrous.

"The water temperature is just right, Yan'er, try it." He looked up, his voice sounding particularly low and gentle in the mist.

Murong Yan nodded slightly, letting him hold her as she immersed her feet in the warm spring water. The warmth instantly enveloped her, causing her to squint comfortably, like a cat being stroked.

The edges of her wide flared sleeves gently brushed the water, creating tiny ripples.

Lin Zhen didn't let her into the pool right away. Instead, he took a jade ladle and scooped up some warm spring water. He carefully poured it over her ankles, bit by bit, to help her adjust to the temperature. His movements were focused and reverent, as if he were completing an extremely important ritual.

Murong Yan lowered her eyes to look at his focused profile, watching him busy for her, and the corners of her lips curved slightly. She liked this feeling, liked the way he was concentrating on her.

The heavy and luxurious dress on her body was not a burden at this moment. Instead, it made her feel his cherishment and care more clearly.

"Husband," she suddenly spoke softly, her fingers beneath her trumpet sleeves gently paddling the water surface, "This dress... is damp, won't it get damaged?"

There was a barely perceptible worry in her tone, not because she was afraid of punishment, but because she was simply fond of the gorgeous dress he had given her.

Lin Zhen chuckled at this, put down the jade gourd, and took her slightly cool hand in his. His fingertips caressed the delicate back of her hand. "Don't worry, this brocade is made of South China Sea shark silk mixed with gold thread. The dyeing process is special and it is impervious to water vapor. Even if it is immersed in water, it will be as bright and clean as new when you take it out. It will not fade or deform."

He said with a firm tone and a hint of pride, "Whatever is given to Yan'er must be the best in the world."

Murong Yan finally felt relieved, joy flashing in her eyes. She clasped her hands with his and said, "That's good."

She paused, her voice softer, "I love wearing it."

"I know." Lin Zhen's eyes were so gentle that they could drown people. He stood up, carefully supported her, and walked into the hot spring pool step by step.

The warm spring water gradually flowed over her ankles, calves, waist... and finally reached her chest.

The heavy and luxurious black and gold phoenix skirt did not absorb water and sink immediately like ordinary fabrics the moment it entered the water. Instead, it seemed to be supported by an invisible air cover. The hem of the skirt and the train slowly spread out in the water, like inky clouds spread on the bottom of the clear pool.

The gold embroidery and gemstones on it reflect a hazy and dreamy brilliance under the rippling water, making it even more gorgeous and mysterious, and breathtakingly beautiful. The wide trumpet sleeves also float on the water, and the pearl tassels on the cuffs sway slightly.

Murong Yan sighed softly with satisfaction as the warm water enveloped her body, effectively relieving any tension she might have felt for days, even though she herself hadn't noticed. She leaned back against the smooth white jade of the pool, the black robe in the water enveloping her like a blooming black peony.

Lin Zhen also stepped into the pool, approaching her. He wore no elaborate clothing; his plain silk nightgown, soaked by the water, clung to his body, outlining his sturdy, upright figure. His gaze lingered on her, taking in her gorgeous clothing in the water and her cheeks, flushed slightly by the steam, his eyes filled with admiration and love.

He picked up a white jade spoon, scooped up the hot spring water, and carefully avoided her head, slowly pouring it over the shoulders and neck of her robe that were exposed above the water, letting the warm water soak the giant phoenix's wings. The water flowed across the gold embroidery, carrying with it tiny shimmers.

"Is it still heavy?" he asked in a low voice, referring to the part of the dress that was floating in the water.

Murong Yan shook her head and swung her arms slightly in the water, feeling the rise and fall of her trumpet sleeves. "It's not heavy, very comfortable."

She even felt that this gorgeous dress seemed to come alive in the water and fit her better.

Lin Zhen smiled, his gaze fixed on her still-dry, tied-up hair. He reached out and very gently removed the long, black jade hairpin. Her cloud-like black hair instantly flowed down, flowing across her dark-gold robe and the water, a stark contrast of black and white, utterly enchanting.

He took the prepared scented water that was carefully soaked with first-blooming white plum and agarwood water, poured it into his palm, rubbed it to warm it, and began to massage her scalp, shoulders and neck.

His technique was skillful and gentle, and his fingertips applied just the right amount of strength to dispel any fatigue.

Murong Yan closed her eyes comfortably, her long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, and let him serve her.

The soothing scent of cold plum blossoms and agarwood mixed with hot spring water lingered in his nose. Her wide, trumpet-shaped sleeves fluttered gently underwater, occasionally brushing against his arm.

"My husband's injury..." She suddenly remembered, opened her eyes, turned her head to look at the bandaged wound on his shoulder, frowned slightly, "Is it okay if it got wet?"

"It's okay. I used the waterproof ointment and gauze newly made by the Institute of Gewu when bandaging it."

Lin Zhen smiled nonchalantly and continued with his movements. "Yan'er, were you frightened that day?"

He asked cautiously, knowing she was never afraid but unable to help but confirm.

Murong Yan tilted her head slightly, as if thinking seriously for a moment, then shook her head: "No. I just think they are... noisy."

Her tone was flat, as if she were commenting on a noisy temple fair, "Besides, it made a mess of the place."

She cares more about the cleanliness and beauty of the environment.

Lin Zhen laughed, and the last bit of worry in his heart was put aside. His Yan'er was pure in nature. "Well, there will be no more flies bothering Yan'er from now on."

He assured, his tone gentle but with an undeniable coldness.

After the massage, he took a comb with warm jade teeth, dipped it in hot spring water, and combed her long hair with extreme patience.

Murong Yan enjoyed his service, her body and mind completely relaxed. Suddenly, she felt playful and quietly scooped up a handful of water from under her flared sleeves, gently splashing it on him while he wasn't paying attention.

Lin Zhen was startled, then chuckled softly, not even dodging, letting the water wet his chest. He looked at her. Her eyes gleamed with a rare cunning and mischievousness, her cheeks flushed crimson from the steam, her lips juicy and tender, and against the backdrop of her dark gold gown, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Naughty," he said in a hoarse voice, reaching out to hold her messy hand and gently pulling her towards him.

Murong Yan leaned into his arms, her elegant dress in the water clinging to his nightgown, her wide, flared sleeves wrapped around his arms. The warm spring water rippled around them, the mist thickening and blurring their outlines, but making the sound of their heartbeats even clearer.

"Yan'er..." He lowered his head and kissed her smooth forehead, then the tip of her nose, and finally, covered her two tempting red lips.

This kiss carries the warmth of hot springs and the sweetness of perfumed dew, gentle and lingering.

After a long moment, Lin Zhen finally let go of her, resting his forehead against hers, breathing slightly faster. Murong Yan leaned in his arms, her breathing unsteady, her eyes sparkling with water, more moving than the water in the pool.

"Get up. You're feeling dizzy after soaking in the water for so long." He coaxed her in a low voice.

"Yeah." Murong Yan responded softly.

Lin Zhen stood up first, then wrapped himself in a large cotton towel. He then reached out and carefully lifted her out of the water. The soaked black and gold phoenix skirt didn't sag as heavy as he'd imagined. The water quickly slid off the special fabric, and just as he'd said, it quickly regained its original crispness and luster, only with the moisture, adding a touch of brilliance.

The three-meter-long tail was brought out of the water, and water droplets rolled down from the gems and gold threads like pearls from a broken string, without leaving any obvious water stains.

He wrapped her completely in a dry and warm snow fox fur cloak and carefully wiped the water droplets from her hair and cheeks.

"Look, are you okay?" He pointed at her dress which was still as gorgeous as before and smiled.

Murong Yan looked down, joy in her eyes, and nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

He then lifted her up and carried her horizontally, heading towards the heated couch in the hall. The heavy tail dragged across the ground, leaving a faint trail of water, which was quickly and silently wiped away by the palace attendants.

Placing her on a warm couch covered with a thick, soft blanket, Lin Zhen took out a soft towel soaked in flower scented water that he had prepared long ago and carefully wiped the remaining moisture off her robe, especially the train, which he wiped with extreme care to ensure that its gorgeousness was intact.

Murong Yan sat quietly, watching him busying himself for her. Seeing his focused expression, her heart was filled with warmth. She reached out and gently touched the bandaged area on his shoulder: "Husband... is it still painful?"

Lin Zhen held her hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

He looked at her with deep eyes, "As long as Yan'er is fine, I'm fine."

After wiping it clean, the gorgeous dress returned to its usual calm and gorgeous beauty. Lin Zhen did not let her change into pajamas, but let her wear the slightly damp black and gold phoenix dress, holding her and lying on the warm couch.

Murong Yan found a comfortable position in his arms, the wide, flared sleeves draped over him, the heavy train folded over the side of the couch, covering both of them like warm wings. She listened to his steady heartbeat, inhaled his reassuring scent and the faint cold plum fragrance of his robe, and her eyelids gradually grew heavy.

"Go to sleep, Yan'er." Lin Zhen patted her back gently and hummed the discordant Jiangnan nursery rhyme in a low voice.

Amidst gentle songs and warm embraces, Murong Yan fell into a deep and sweet dream. Her gorgeous dress remained, its train lingering, guarding her peaceful and luxurious dreams.