On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

It was late at night and the imperial city was shrouded in quiet tranquility.

Inside the main bedroom of the Prince Regent's Palace, the air was heated by floor dragons, making it warm and pleasant. From the gilded animal-head incense burner in the corner, a wisp of soothing cool plum fragrance was exhaled, which intertwined with the inherent ambergris incense in the palace, creating a refreshing and soothing effect that could induce sleep.

Several calcium carbide lamps embedded in the pilasters and the dome have been adjusted to the softest light, shrouding everything in the hall in a hazy and warm halo, as if covering luxury with a layer of dreamy veil.

Murong Yan wasn't wearing an ordinary satin nightgown. She was wearing the black and gold nightgown with a pattern of birds paying homage to the phoenix, which had become her second skin and symbolized her supreme favor and personal preference.

This nightgown is of the same style as the court dress worn when going out. It is still extremely gorgeous, and the materials and workmanship are the same. However, perhaps because it is used in the bedroom, its dark black background appears more profound and soft under the soft light, less sharp than in the court, and more quiet and private at night.

It seemed to fuse the deepest night with the smoothest black jade, absorbing the light while a more subtle blue-purple-gold radiance emanated from within, a mysterious and noble air tinged with a hint of laziness. Atop the nightgown, the towering phoenix, embroidered with countless rare gold, silver, and colored threads, remained undisturbed, still perched on the garment with the unparalleled craftsmanship of "gold-plated velvet" and "feather embroidery."

Under the soft light, each feather exudes a restrained and gentle brilliance. The colors of red gold, rose gold, silver white, and purple gold are softer than those in the daytime. The gems on the phoenix eyes reflect the star-like glimmer. The whole giant phoenix is ​​still gorgeous and noble, but its aura seems more peaceful, as if guarding its owner's sleep at night.

The cuffs of the extremely wide flared sleeves were not gathered up, but hung naturally, and the fine black pearl tassels on the edges remained motionless, exuding a warm luster.

The giant black gold and jewel-studded train, which was three meters long and seamlessly connected to the nightgown, was not spread out at this moment. Instead, she gathered it casually but with a certain sense of cherishment, and stacked it on the edge of the dragon bed, which was specially widened inside and covered with dark gold cloud-patterned soft satin.

Like a gentle dark-gold galaxy that has temporarily restrained all its light, the countless black diamonds, black jade, black gold, dark red rubies, and deep sapphires inlaid on it sparkle with a low-key and luxurious glimmer in the faint light. It is still gorgeous and extremely quiet.

Her cloud-like black hair flowed freely, untied, flowing between the ornate pattern of her dark gold nightgown and the pillow, a stark contrast of black and white that was breathtaking. She was barefoot, a pair of delicate, graceful feet peeked out from beneath the tiered hem of her dark nightgown, slightly curled up.

She didn't fall asleep immediately, but instead lazily reclined on the enormous dragon-and-phoenix bed, several soft Suzhou embroidery pillows propping her back. She held no scroll in her hands, but her fingertips unconsciously brushed against the giant phoenix wings embroidered on her nightgown, feeling the cool, silky touch and the intricate, delicate ridges and grooves. Her eyes were empty, a hazy, peaceful feeling before sleep.

Lin Zhen was sitting beside the couch. He had changed into a plain silk pajamas, with his black hair loose. He was leaning over slightly, holding a warm white jade comb in his hand, and combing her long hair very gently.

His eyes were fixed on her cascading hair and tranquil profile, and his eyes were so gentle that they could drown people.

"Are you tired today, Yan'er?" he asked in a low voice, his voice sounding particularly low and pleasant in the silent hall.

Murong Yan shook her head slightly, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, and her hands under her trumpet sleeves gently rested on the brocade quilt: "I'm not sleepy."

Her voice had a soft nasal tone, and her eyes were still fixed on the embroidery of her nightgown.

"This golden thread... seems to shine brighter at night."

She seemed to have discovered something new, and there was a hint of childish excitement in her tone.

Lin Zhen chuckled softly, put down the jade comb, and brushed his fingertips over the phoenix feather on her nightgown that she had just touched: "Look at it under the light, it is naturally more lustrous. My Yan'er has sharp eyes." His tone was full of indulgence and doting, as if the focus of her attention was always so cute.

Murong Yan pursed her lips and smiled slightly, clearly enjoying his compliment. She shifted slightly, the heavy nightgown and its stacked train making a subtle rustling sound, but she didn't notice any inconvenience at all, as if she'd gotten used to the sense of security and belonging that the weight brought.

"Husband," she suddenly tilted her head slightly, her wide, flared sleeves brushing against his arm. "This nightgown...will it really not wrinkle the embroidery if I sleep in it?" She had never worried about this before, but now it suddenly occurred to her, and a rare, subtle worry lingered in her tone. She loved this nightgown and didn't want it to be damaged in the slightest.

Hearing this, Lin Zhen's smile deepened. He reached out and held her hand under her trumpet sleeve, took it into his palm and squeezed it gently: "Don't worry, this brocade uses a special craftsmanship, and the gold thread has also been processed. It has excellent toughness and is not easy to wrinkle.

Even if there are slight creases, they can be restored to their original state by having them ironed by the embroidery workshop."

He explained patiently, his tone firm, "Besides, my Yan'er sleeps well and won't roll around."

He couldn't help teasing her.

Murong Yan's cheeks flushed slightly, and she glanced at him angrily: "Who said that..."

There was no rebuttal in his tone, but rather a hint of shyness at being praised.

She was indeed sleeping soundly. The heavy nightgown was not a restraint for her, but rather a gentle confinement, allowing her to sleep more peacefully.

"Okay, it's time to sleep." Lin Zhen leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her smooth forehead, then carefully adjusted the neckline of her nightgown to ensure it wouldn't hurt her.

He did not leave immediately, but reached out and very carefully adjusted the three-meter-long train that was piled on the edge of the couch, spreading it more evenly to prevent her from accidentally pressing on the gems inlaid on it in her sleep.

His movements were gentle and focused, as if he was handling a rare treasure.

Murong Yan quietly watched him fix her dress, her eyes filled with dependence and satisfaction. She liked his meticulous care and the way he cherished her gorgeous dress.

After finishing the tidying up, Lin Zhen blew out most of the lights, leaving only a dim night light in the distance. Then he took off his outer robe and lay down beside her.

He did not immediately hold her in his arms, but carefully checked the position of the train first. After confirming that it was correct, he turned sideways and gently held her and her heavy and luxurious nightgown in his arms.

Murong Yan found a comfortable position in his arms, with the wide flared sleeves draped around his waist. The heavy nightgown and the stacked train gave her a real sense of being wrapped, making her feel extremely safe.

She took a deep breath, and her nose was filled with the reassuring cool scent of him and the faint scent of cold plums on her nightgown.

"Is it heavy?" she asked in a low voice, referring to the weight of her clothes on him.

Lin Zhen chuckled softly, holding his arms tighter. "It's not heavy. My Yan'er, you're as light as a feather." He lowered his head and kissed the top of her head. "Go to sleep."

Murong Yan closed her eyes in peace, her long lashes casting a faint shadow beneath them. Her elegant black and gold nightgown appeared even more serene and luxurious in the dim light. The giant phoenix lay at peace, its tail swaying.

In the silence, only the sound of each other's shallow breathing could be heard.

After a while, Murong Yan seemed to suddenly think of something and spoke softly, her voice thick with sleepiness: "Husband..."

"Hmm?" Lin Zhen responded in a low and gentle voice.

"Tomorrow... I'll still wear this..." She mumbled vaguely, as if it was a matter of great importance.

"Okay, wear it every day." Lin Zhen agreed without hesitation, his fingertips gently stroking the embroidery on the back of her nightgown, "Go to sleep, my Yan'er."

Satisfied with the answer, Murong Yan finally relaxed completely, her breathing becoming even and long as she fell into a deep, sweet dream. The luxurious, heavy, dark-gold nightgown enveloped her, its three-foot train folded like protective wings beside the couch, sleeping peacefully with her in this tranquil night.

Lin Zhen stared at her sleeping face for a long time before placing a gentle kiss on the corner of her lips and falling into a peaceful dream together.

The moonlight outside the palace is like water, and the warmth inside is like spring. The dark golden phoenix rests in the arms of the lover, with the gorgeous clothes as quilt and the tail as pillow. The years are quiet and good, nothing is better than this.