On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

On this day, Murong Yan was not at the headquarters outside Pyongyang, but moved to Anzhou City.

At this time, after several months of cleaning and reconstruction, although traces of war could still be seen in Anzhou, the main streets had been restored, the houses had been repaired, the market had reopened, and there was some vitality.

Murong Yan chose a former Goguryeo aristocratic villa built by the lake with quiet scenery as her temporary residence.

Far away from the hustle and bustle of the city center, this place has a unique tranquility with pavilions, towers, bridges and flowing water.

In the afternoon, the sun is warm and the breeze blows across the lake, creating ripples.

Murong Yan and Lin Zhen walked side by side in the waterside corridor of the villa.

She seemed to be in a particularly relaxed mood today. She was wearing the black and gold Su brocade cotton nightgown with the pattern of "Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" - the Divine Phoenix Descent Dress. The black and gold mink shawl was no longer needed on such a warm day, so she left it indoors.

Her long hair was not tied into a complicated bun, but was just loosely tied up with a simple jade hairpin, adding a touch of homely and lazy style.

The Divine Phoenix Dress, set against the water of this garden, displays a softness and elegance that is different from that in the court or military camp.

The extremely dark black Su Jin base material presents a velvety and delicate luster under the soft light shining through the gauze, deep and warm.

The golden cotton wool and real gold thread woven into it exude a warm glow like water waves, which complements the reflection of the lake below the corridor.

On the nightgown, the pattern of the giant phoenix holding up the sky has lost all its sharpness when it strolls in the garden, just like a phoenix flying, its feathers fluttering, and its posture is elegant and calm.

The wide flared sleeves were faintly visible under the gauze dress, and the gold tassels on the cuffs swayed gently with her steps.

The black jade ring on her left thumb shone brightly in the sunlight.

The five-meter-long Su Jin tail dragged behind it along the clean wooden corridor.

As the corridor is winding and she walks leisurely, the train naturally follows her movements, winding between the columns and beside the railings, forming a very poetic and dynamic disorder.

This messiness blends perfectly with the surrounding tranquil garden scenery, as if it is the most natural and harmonious part of this environment.

The softness of the cotton and the comfort of the nightgown allowed her to fully enjoy this rare and relaxing time.

Lin Zhen was also dressed in a moon-white suit, looking handsome and elegant. He walked hand in hand with Murong Yan and talked in a low voice.

His gaze was gently fixed on Murong Yan most of the time, and he occasionally looked up at the surrounding scenery with a relaxed and satisfied expression.

"Husband, look at Anzhou City. It's recovering pretty quickly, right?" Murong Yan stopped and leaned against the railing, looking at the koi playing in the lake, her voice soft.

Lin Zhen stood beside her, followed her gaze, and nodded. "Yes, it's far exceeded expectations. The city walls have been reinforced, government offices are operating smoothly, refugees have been resettled, and the market is gradually regaining its vitality. This is all due to your wise decisions and good governance, Yan'er."

Murong Yan's lips curled up slightly upon hearing this, revealing a serene smile. She turned to face Lin Zhen, reached out and gently brushed the nonexistent dust off his shoulders. "No, it's all thanks to the capable officials you sent, my husband, and the dedicated soldiers. I'm just talking."

There was a hint of pride and coquettishness in her tone.

Lin Zhen took her hand, which was used to whisk him, and said with a smile, "You can make decisions with just your mouth. This is the demeanor of an emperor. If it weren't for you, Yan'er, who ignored the opposition and temporarily postponed the attack on Pyongyang, instead focusing on developing Anzhou and Haizhou and stabilizing the rear, how could we have such a stable situation today? Surrounding without attacking, waiting for the enemy to weaken, is indeed the best strategy."

"I also don't want the soldiers to bleed in vain." Murong Yan leaned into Lin Zhen's arms and rested her head on his shoulder. Her voice was muffled and a little distressed.

"Pyongyang is a strong city. A forced attack would only result in heavy casualties. How much better it is now. We can build Anzhou and Haizhou into our home in Liaodong and let those guys in Pyongyang starve to death or die of thirst. It will save us a lot of trouble and effort."

As she spoke, she nuzzled into the crook of his neck like a kitten.

Lin Zhen felt itchy in his heart when she rubbed him, and he couldn't help laughing. He put his arms around her slender waist and hugged her tightly: "My Yan'er is becoming more and more like a benevolent monarch. She knows how to cherish the soldiers and sympathize with the people's strength. I am very pleased for her husband."

"What's the point of being a benevolent ruler or not?" Murong Yan raised her head and rolled her eyes at him coquettishly. "I just don't want to see you and the soldiers following us get hurt again."

As she spoke, she reached out and gently stroked Lin Zhen's cheek, her eyes full of affection and dependence. "Besides, this way we can have more time to be together quietly like we are now, isn't it good?"

Her straightforward confession brought a huge warmth to Lin Zhen's heart.

He lowered his head, resting his forehead against hers, their noses touching, their breaths blending together, and he said softly, "Of course it's wonderful. Being able to be with Yan'er like this is something I wouldn't trade even for a god."

The two of them hugged each other in the corridor, and the sunlight filtered through their gauze clothes, casting a warm halo on them.

Surrounded by the beautiful scenery of lakes and mountains, with a beautiful woman in her arms, Murong Yan at this moment has shed the hostility of the battlefield and the majesty of the court, and is just a happy woman immersed in love.

The dark gold color of the divine phoenix dress also softened in the warmth.

After a long while, Murong Yan reluctantly raised her head from Lin Zhen's arms, her face flushed as she smiled and said, "Husband, I'm a little thirsty. I also want to eat the candied plums you brought last time."

"Okay, let's go back to the waterside pavilion and I'll get it for you." Lin Zhen took her hand and said softly.

Murong Yan nodded, let him lead her, turned around, and prepared to return to the waterside pavilion along the way she came.

The moment she turned around——

The movements are light and joyful, as if immersed in happiness!

The five-meter dark-gold tail that was winding along the corridor and flowing naturally with the steps was moved by the turn, and with a swish, it slid across the smooth wooden board like running water!

As the train quietly floated up, the "gold woven all over the ground" lining was revealed, which was densely woven with gold threads and shimmered with a sweet and warm luster like honey under the warm afternoon sun!

The pattern of Hundred Phoenixes Facing the Sun suddenly burst out with a soft and bright golden light. The light no longer carried the slightest murderous aura, but was full of peace, happiness and beautiful visions of the future. It was noble, glorious, and carried a deep satisfaction of a peaceful life and being with loved ones!

This fleeting glimpse is the truest reflection of her inner world at this moment.

The hem of the skirt fell, concealing the warm and sweet golden light.

Back in the pavilion by the water, Lin Zhen carefully fed the candied plums into Murong Yan's mouth and poured her a cup of warm fragrant tea.

Murong Yan leaned on the couch like a lazy cat, enjoying her husband's service. She ate plums and flipped through several reports on the resumption of production at the Haizhou City Salt Field.

"My dear, if the salt fields in Haizhou can be fully restored, Liaodong's military and civilian supplies won't have to be shipped all the way from Jiangnan. This will save a lot of trouble."

She looked at the report and spoke casually, her tone showing the seriousness of planning for the future.

"Yan'er has thought it through." Lin Zhen sat beside her and helped her smooth out her messy hair. "Once we reach Pyongyang, the entire Liaodong region will be connected. By then, we can vigorously develop agriculture, fishing, salt production, and mining. This place will surely become a major northern city for Daqian, impregnable as a fortress."

"Yeah," Murong Yan nodded with satisfaction, put down the report, yawned a little, and rubbed her eyes, "I feel a little sleepy after reading these words."

"Then take a rest." Lin Zhen said softly, reaching out to help her take off the jade hairpin on her head.

Murong Yan grabbed his hand and said coquettishly, "No, my husband, please talk to me. Wait until I fall asleep before you leave."

"Okay, your husband will accompany you." Lin Zhen laughed, let her hold his hand, sat on the edge of the couch, and whispered some interesting stories to her.

Murong Yan closed her eyes peacefully, listened to his low and gentle voice, and soon fell asleep.

The five-meter-long tail was stacked up beside the couch, and in the afternoon light, it quietly flowed with dark golden light.

Lin Zhen looked at her peaceful sleeping face, his heart filled with peace and love.

He gently pulled the thin blanket over her and stayed by her side quietly.

Outside the window, the lake is calm and birds can be heard occasionally.

Anzhou City is being rebuilt steadily, while Pyongyang City is waiting to be exhausted.

The time at this moment seems like a stolen peace, but it also indicates that a more stable and powerful empire is quietly taking shape on this land that has experienced the baptism of blood and fire.