On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The dark clouds in Mobei were like vultures hanging in the sky, casting an ominous shadow, but strangely they failed to invade Fenghuan Palace, the world isolated by Murong Yan's absolute will.

On the contrary, the vicious curses and covetousness directed at her and her husband from afar seemed to have become a catalyst, causing her possessiveness towards Lin Zhen and the complex emotions mixed with guilt, dependence and affection to ferment more and more intensely.

She seemed determined to pour all her tenderness and attention into this only harbor before the storm came.

Since the day they discussed the Northern Expedition, Murong Yan's attitude towards Lin Zhen had undergone a subtle but profound change.

She still called him "husband" and referred to herself as "I". The imperial majesty in her tone had not diminished in the slightest, but the tenderness and meticulous concern she showed had reached an unprecedented level.

She no longer just enjoyed his company and protection, but began to "take care" of him in an almost clumsy yet extremely strong way, to make up for the "grievances" in her heart that she had caused him because of her past coldness and external threats.

This kind of "care" bears the unique mark of Murong Yan - domineering, focused, and not to be refused.

It was late at night in early summer. The bedroom of Fenghuan Palace was brightly lit with candles, but it was unusually quiet.

The sultry heat of the day has dissipated, and the evening breeze brings the subtle fragrance of tuberose from the imperial garden through the half-open windows, interweaving with the warm and sweet scent of ambergris in the palace.

Murong Yan had already showered and changed her clothes, but she did not change into pajamas. Instead, she was still wearing the black and gold Su Jin cotton nightgown that was so close to her skin that it seemed to have become her second skin - the Divine Phoenix Descent Dress.

Tonight, she seemed particularly concerned about the flatness of her nightgown.

The extremely dark black Su Jin base material absorbs the light under the soft candlelight at night, presenting an ink color that is quieter and purer than the night. The golden cotton wool and real gold thread woven into it are reflected by the candlelight, flowing with warm and restrained dark golden waves, revealing a homely and indescribable tenderness in its mysterious and noble style.

On the "Divine Phoenix Descent Skirt", the overwhelming giant phoenix is ​​embroidered with only red gold thread. In the quiet night, all its sharpness is hidden. The layered texture of the phoenix feathers is more delicate and gorgeous under the light and shadow, like a phoenix with folded wings, perched in its love nest, revealing a rare tranquility and sense of belonging in its noble majesty.

The black diamonds on the phoenix eyes have a soft luster.

The wide and light trumpet sleeves, with gold thread tassels at the cuffs, remain motionless, and appear particularly gentle when hanging down.

The black jade ring on her left thumb had been carefully polished, gleaming with a lustrous luster. The five-meter-long Su Jin train was carefully spread out behind her by the palace maids into a perfect fan shape, spread evenly on the cool, smooth black jade floor.

Without a single wrinkle, the dark gold brocade looked like a still, luxurious river under the candlelight.

The soft and skin-friendly cotton and the loose design of the nightgown highlight the comfort and coziness of home at this moment.

After Lin Zhen finished bathing, he was wearing a plain white satin pajamas. His dark hair was slightly wet and draped over his shoulders, which made his face look more handsome. There was a hint of relaxation and gentleness between his brows after bathing.

He stepped into the bedroom and saw Murong Yan standing in front of a huge glass mirror with her back to him. She seemed to be looking at herself in the mirror, and seemed to be waiting for something.

The candlelight outlined her graceful back in the dress that resembled a divine phoenix descending to the earth. The five-meter train that stretched to the ground had a breathtaking beauty in the silent hall.

"Yan'er?" Lin Zhen called softly, slowing down his pace.

Murong Yan heard the voice and slowly turned around.

Her face looked even more extraordinary in the candlelight. At this moment, her face did not have the coldness she usually had in the court, nor the sharpness she had when she was scheming against the northern border. Instead, there was only a calm expression, even with a hint of strange softness.

Her eyes fell on Lin Zhen's slightly damp hair, her brows slightly furrowed, and her tone was filled with undeniable concern: "Your hair isn't even dry yet, why are you out here? What if you caught a cold?"

As she spoke, she walked forward slowly, with her five-meter tail moving smoothly behind her, and came in front of Lin Zhen.

Without saying anything, she pulled him to the soft couch by the window and sat him down.

Then, she condescended to take a soft and dry white velvet towel from the palace maid next to her, stood beside the couch, and began to wipe Lin Zhen's wet hair.

Her movements were not very skillful, even a little clumsy. It was obvious that this empress, who was used to holding the power of life and death, seldom did such things as serving others.

But her expression was extremely focused and cautious, as if she was treating a fragile and rare treasure.

The black jade ring on her fingertips would occasionally brush against Lin Zhen's scalp inadvertently, bringing a slightly cool touch.

Lin Zhen froze, almost standing up: "Yan'er! No! I can do it myself"

"Don't move." Murong Yan pressed his shoulders, her voice soft but with the majesty of an emperor, "I have the final say."

Lin Zhen had no choice but to sit down obediently, feeling her unskilled but extremely serious movements, and an indescribable warmth and sourness surged in his heart.

He closed his eyes and let her do whatever she wanted. His nose was filled with the unique cold plum fragrance on her body and the faint scent of Su Jin on her Phoenix dress.

After drying her hair, Murong Yan ordered the palace maid to bring a bowl of warm rock sugar bird's nest porridge.

Without asking anyone else to help, she personally picked up the white jade bowl, scooped a spoonful with the delicate jade spoon, blew on it gently, and passed it to Lin Zhen's lips: "We are late in the meeting today, my husband must be hungry. Have some porridge first to warm your stomach."

Her phoenix eyes stared at him without blinking, her eyes clear and filled with pure expectation.

The wide bell sleeves swayed slightly with her movements.

Lin Zhen looked at her face so close to him, and at the rare look in her eyes that could almost be called "virtuous", and his heart was deeply shocked.

He opened his mouth, swallowed the spoonful of sweet porridge, his Adam's apple rolled, and whispered, "Yan'er, I can do it myself."

Murong Yan shook her head and insisted on feeding him with her own hands: "I just want to serve my husband well today."

Her tone was calm, yet contained a hint of stubbornness. "It's my way of making up for my bad temper sometimes."

Her words were straightforward and honest, tinged with the dominance of an emperor and a subtle hint of apology. Lin Zhen was deeply shocked. Looking at her, he could no longer say no. He could only let her feed him the whole bowl of porridge, mouthful by mouthful.

After finishing the porridge, Murong Yan personally wrung out a hot handkerchief and carefully wiped the corners of his mouth. Her fingertips moved gently across the warm handkerchief. After doing all this, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, a satisfied, faint smile on her face.

She waved her hand, dismissing all the palace servants. In the vast chamber, only the two of them remained, the flickering candlelight adding to the stillness.

Murong Yan walked up to Lin Zhen and, instead of sitting down, leaned forward slightly, cupping his face in her hands and gazing deeply into his eyes. The candlelight behind her cast a soft halo around her. The dark gold of her divine phoenix dress seemed even more mysterious and noble in the halo.