On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Lin Zhen's gaze was like a knife, pointing directly at the broken wine jar: "Isn't this your son?"

"Ah!" Lian Qiang recognized it immediately as his eldest son, Lian Song. His heart ached, his legs gave way, and he fell to his knees. With trembling hands, he cradled the head in his arms, crying out, "Oh, my son!!"

"Lin Zhen, you devil! You murdered my son. I will make you pay with blood!"

"Your son deserves to die! Lian Qiang, you'd better face reality, otherwise the Liu family will be a lesson for you!" Lin Zhen's lips curled up into an icy smile, he slowly leaned down, his eyes flashing with contempt and ridicule.

With a hint of humiliation, he gently patted Lian Qiang's bloodstained face and said jokingly, "You only have one son dead now, and there are still nine. Do you want them all to die?"

Blood was oozing out of Lian Qiang's mouth, probably because he had broken a tooth, and his voice was filled with uncontrollable grief and anger.

"Lin Zhen, even if my son mistakenly offended your concubine, he wouldn't be guilty of a capital crime. Besides, there are the Dali Temple, the Imperial Clan Court, the Ministry of Justice, and other government offices nearby. Now you've abused private punishment and killed my son, and now you dare to threaten me! Do you really think there's no one in this world who can stop you?"

Lin Zhen retorted without any hesitation.

"Lian Qiang, you're a minister, but why are you so stubborn? Your son has committed countless evil deeds and is notorious. He deserves death!"

"Killing him now can be considered as getting rid of a pest for the people. If you know what's good for you, just suppress this matter. I can also help your second son rise to prominence. But if you insist on fighting to the death, I will kill your entire family. Even Gu Yunting can't protect you. I say!"

Lin Zhen's eyes flashed with a crazy red light: "I, Lin Zhen, always keep my word."

After saying this, Lin Zhen stood up and looked at Lian Qiang, who was sitting on the ground in a daze with bloodshot eyes. "I'll be waiting for you in the Golden Palace tomorrow."

"Collect the team."

Han Zhong led the black-armored soldiers in formation and escorted Lin Zhen out of Lian Mansion.

......

Lin Zhen left, but Lian Qiang still sat on the cold floor like a stone sculpture, holding his son's lifeless head tightly and unwilling to let go.

In the courtyard, the maids and servants knelt together, silently surrounding Lian Qiang, giving him a heavy companionship.

His wife, Meng, dressed in plain clothes, walked steadily into the courtyard, leading sixteen concubines dressed in the same elegant clothes.

Each of their expressions was as calm as water, without a trace of tears.

Not only that, deep in Meng's eyes there was a barely perceptible hint of relief, or even a hint of joy.

This complex emotion seems particularly abrupt in such a heavy occasion.

Looking around, no one in the audience, except Lian Qiang, felt sad and heartbroken about Lian Song's death.

Especially the maids, although they knelt silently, their eyes were full of joy and ridicule at the execution of this scum.

Meng came over and slowly squatted down, pretending to wipe the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and said, "Master, Song'er is gone, you have to cheer up."

Lian Qiang's eyes were nearly spitting fire as he chopped out a few words, each one as sharp as a knife: "Lin Zhen! I will make you pay!"

Hearing this, Mrs. Meng sighed softly, "Alas, the palace is powerful, and Song'er molested the Crown Prince's concubine first. Even if we ask Prime Minister Gu for help, he won't help us. Just think about Liu Hanyang and you'll understand."

"My son..." Lian Qiang's eyes turned red again.

Mrs. Meng gently stroked Lian Qiang's back and soothed him softly, her voice tinged with seduction: "Master, you still have Shuang'er, Zhi'er and so many other sons. As for Song'er, you should bury him so that he can be reincarnated soon. He won't rest in peace here with his head and body torn apart."

Upon hearing this, Lian Qiang suddenly loosened his grip on his head, stood up angrily, and slapped Cui in the face with a crisp and loud slap.

"Snapped"

"Ah!" Meng was knocked to the ground.

"Evil woman!" Lian Qiang's eyes widened in anger, his voice trembling. "How do you know he's not at peace? How do you know he wants to be reincarnated so badly? You're just anxious to let your son take the throne because Song'er isn't your biological son, right? You're dreaming of using Song'er's blood to buy your son's future!"

It turned out that Lian Qiang was not Meng's son, but the son of Lian Qiang and his ex-wife.

It was a pity that his first wife died in childbirth, so Lian Qiang loved his son so much over the years that he allowed him to act recklessly and arrogantly in the capital.

Meng covered her cheek, collapsed on the ground and said aggrievedly, "Master, why do you say that? It was Song'er who got into trouble with the palace. Now his body is separated from his head. What does it have to do with me? If he dies, do you have to take all the children with him to be buried with him?"

Lian Qiang's body shook slightly involuntarily, as if his mind was shaken by the sudden heavy blow.

He also understood what Meng said.

The Regent's Palace is so powerful that Lin Zhenxian doesn't need to do anything. Just one word can plunge the entire Lian family into an irretrievable situation.

Even if the Gu family is brought in, the two families joining forces will be like an ant trying to shake a tree or an egg trying to hit a rock.

What's more, the Gu family may not be willing to help.

Lian Qiang only felt a sense of powerlessness surging like a tide, instantly draining away all his strength.

He slowly lowered his head and slumped his shoulders. The majestic aura he once had was gone, leaving only a few helpless sighs that echoed in the empty courtyard: "Alas, forget it, forget it..."

......

When they returned to the palace, it was already dark, but Yue Wu, Mao Mengji and the others were not tired at all, and were still waiting quietly in the brightly lit reception room.

Their figures stretched out in the candlelight, with a hint of anxiety and anticipation.

As soon as Lin Zhen stepped through the threshold, Yue Wu immediately stood up, her eyes gleaming with concern as she softly asked, "Prince, is everything going well?"

Lin Zhen gently shook off his cloak, handed it to the sleepy Huanbi, and then sat on the chair.

"Lian Song deserved to die, so you don't have to worry. Just stay at my house for the next few days. I'll make new arrangements for the restaurant."

At this point, Lin Zhen's gaze shifted slightly to Mao Mengji, his eyes filled with deep meaning: "As for General Mao, have you ever considered what I said today?"

Mao Mengji looked at Lin Zhen with bloodshot eyes.

Two hours of silence had already made him make up his mind.

Since the Gu family no longer needs me, I will join the Lin family.

This is not only a great opportunity to realize your ambitions, but also a good way to protect your family.

In fact, there is no need to risk the lives of his relatives to preserve his loyalty to the Gu family, and there is no need to ruin his own future.

After thinking all this through, Mao Mengji suddenly stood up, his body as straight as a pine tree.

Then he knelt on one knee, clenched his fists, placed them on his chest, and said in a firm tone: "Meng Ji is deeply grateful to the Crown Prince. I am willing to follow the Crown Prince until death. From now on, the Crown Prince's wishes are my heart's desire. I will go through fire and water without hesitation."

"Good! Hahahaha." Lin Zhen laughed heartily, the sound shaking the roof tiles, full of relief and pride.

Mao Mengji, the strongest fighter under Gu Beichen, who swept through thousands of troops single-handedly, was hailed as the new generation of Chinese military god after Lin Zhenxian.

You are finally mine!

This is undoubtedly an important cornerstone for his dominance over the world.

Lin Zhen was overjoyed. He stood up happily and patted Mao Mengji's sturdy shoulders with all his might. His eyes were full of appreciation and expectation. "Brother, don't worry. I will make your amazing talent shine! It will never be buried like the Gu family. Tomorrow I will write a memorial to His Majesty to reinstate you."

Mao Mengji was also overwhelmed with emotion when he heard this, and clenched his fists, "Thank you so much for your kindness, Your Highness! I will definitely repay you with my life and my soul."

"Well, it's late at night, and you've all worked hard. Let's go and rest first."

"Yes."

Huanbi extended her hand and beckoned, "Everyone, please follow me."

Mao Mengji responded respectfully and looked at Lin Zhen with gratitude again. Then, under the guidance of Huanbi, he left with his wife and children.

Yue Wu slowly stood up, with a hint of reserve in her steps, and walked in front of Lin Zhen with light lotus steps.

A shy blush quietly blossomed on her cheeks, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito: "Sir, I..."

The words were not finished, but the feelings were already deep. Under the candlelight, her figure was even more gentle and moving.

Lin Zhen knew what she wanted to say. A warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he comforted her softly: "Don't think too much, take a rest first."

"Oh...yes." Yue Wu replied softly, but a sense of loss arose involuntarily in her heart.

I have gathered up the courage to quietly reveal my heart and my determination to give everything for you.

Why does he still remain indifferent and not come close to me?

I've already been so proactive!

Could it be that I am not pretty?

Or is it that Prince Lin dislikes my age and is unwilling to have sex with me?

A multitude of thoughts flooded through her mind like a tide, leaving Yue Wu with a mixture of joy and sorrow. Seeing this, Huanbi, standing by, let out a small smile, a hint of smug delight in her eyes.

Tonight, the prince is mine!

The candlelight in the reception room seemed to sense the tranquility, and the light softened a little. Lin Zhen sat leisurely at his seat, carefully sorting out the whole story.

In fact, the key to this matter lies in the strike a balance - neither harming innocent people nor mobilizing a large number of troops.

Otherwise, the Lin family would be branded as someone who used force without authorization and disregarded the law, which would cause panic among all officials. Furthermore, in the long run, such an action would undoubtedly have a certain impact on the reputation of Lin Zhen and even the royal palace.

But if Lin Zhen went alone, it would just be a jealous fight among the playboys.

Let one die, the Lian family will not pursue the matter, and the emperor will not hold on to it.

Therefore, before going to Lian's house, Lin Zhen had already instructed his subordinates not to hurt anyone, not to rob, and certainly not to rape, but only to achieve their goal.

So far, things are going very smoothly. I just have to tell Murong Yan everything in detail tomorrow. With her gentle yet resolute character, I don't think she will feel too much resentment about Lian Song's death.

After all, as a woman, Murong Yan is well aware of the humiliation and trauma suffered by being violently assaulted by men. Perhaps she will severely punish Lian Qiang to set things right.

The news that Lian Song, a notorious criminal, was brought to justice by Lin Zhen will surely spread like wildfire, and the streets will be filled with voices praising the prince's wisdom.

But these external cheers are ultimately nothing but fleeting illusions and insignificant.

The real key is that Mao Mengji has completely returned to his heart.

Back then, this young general was loyal to him because of Gu Yunting's kindness. Now that I have saved their family of four and promised him a bright future, he will definitely follow me wholeheartedly.

This increased the chances of winning the Qian-Chu War three months later.