On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Chapter 1131 No Peaceful Days

The bloodstains on Chengtianmen Square were washed away clean by the next morning, as if the thrilling battle was just an absurd nightmare.

But everyone in Chang'an knew that it was not a dream.

The heads of the "Nihilistic Party" traitors, displayed at the city gates, and the inhuman wails of Kong Zhiqian echoing from the imperial prison day and night, all reminded everyone of the ruthless methods and inviolable authority of the emperor and empress, who sat deep within the palace.

However, when the first rays of morning sunlight shine through the glazed windows of Qifeng Pavilion into the sleeping quarters, the scene is completely different from the desolate atmosphere outside—a languid and warm one.

Murong Yan slept soundly and peacefully.

This was the best sleep she had had in months.

She was no longer worried about the battles at the front, no longer anxious about the rebellion in Jiangnan, and no longer fearful of the unknown fate of the man who haunted her dreams.

At that moment, her mind and body experienced unprecedented relaxation.

She was still only wearing the Phoenix Descent Dress, which served as her only nightgown. At this moment, she was like a docile cat, curled up in Lin Zhen's arms.

The extremely dark black Suzhou brocade base material, under the soft morning light, presents a texture with a faint luster, like the finest black jade.

This cotton nightgown, woven with the light and breathable Suzhou brocade technique, is huge in size, but its softness allows it to perfectly conform to her body curves without feeling heavy at all.

The five-zhang-long dark gold Suzhou brocade train was mostly piled up on the wide phoenix couch, while the other half hung down from the side of the couch, scattered messily on the long-haired carpet on the floor, forming a languid and luxurious fold full of static beauty.

Lin Zhen had been awake for a while. He didn't move, and even his breathing was very soft, for fear of disturbing the sweet dreams of the person in his arms.

He lay there on his side, propping his head up with one hand, staring intently at her. He gazed at her exquisitely beautiful face, serene from her sleep, at her long, slightly trembling eyelashes, and at her delicate shoulders that rose and fell gently with her breath.

His heart was filled with a tremendous emotion called "happiness".

This is his wife, his daughter Yan'er.

She was the most revered female emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty, and also the only treasure that Lin Zhen was willing to protect with his life.

He couldn't help but reach out and gently trace her eyebrows and eyes with his fingertips. From her smooth forehead to her pert nose, and then to her pink, slightly pouting lips.

His gaze was so gentle it could melt hearts.

Seemingly sensing his disturbance, Murong Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

Those beautiful phoenix eyes, still slightly misty when she first woke up, instantly transformed into endless tenderness and peace of mind when she saw the magnified, handsome face before her.

"Husband, you're awake?" Her voice was soft and husky, still languid from just waking up, so sweet and gentle that it almost melted Lin Zhen's heart.

"I've been awake for a while." Lin Zhen lowered his head and gently pecked her lips. "I didn't have the heart to wake you up because you were sleeping so soundly."

"How long have I been asleep?" Murong Yan stretched out with a big yawn, her whole body relaxed, and her beautiful curves made Lin Zhen's eyes instantly become more profound.

"Not long after, I slept until the sun was high in the sky," Lin Zhen joked with a smile.

"Huh? It's so late?" Upon hearing this, Murong Yan immediately tried to sit up in bed. "No, no, I have to get up. I still have so many memorials to read today, the aftermath of the events in Jiangnan, and..."

Before she could finish speaking, Lin Zhen used a strong arm to press her back into the warm bed.

"What are you looking at, memorials?" Lin Zhen's face hardened, his tone carrying an undeniable domineering air. "What did I tell you yesterday? From today onwards, you're not allowed to concern yourself with anything! No matter how big the problem, I, Prime Minister Du, and the others will handle it! Your only task is to get some rest!"

He spoke each word carefully, his domineering CEO demeanor both infuriating and amusing to Murong Yan.

"How could you do this..." she muttered, her voice brimming with barely concealed sweetness, "I'm the emperor, how can I really just ignore everything..."

"So what if he's the emperor? Isn't he a human being? Doesn't he need to rest?" Lin Zhen glared at her. "Let me tell you, Murong Yan, from today onwards, I'm in charge of this household! If I say you can rest, you have to rest! If you dare to secretly look at those damn memorials again, don't blame me... don't blame me for enforcing family rules!"

"Family rules?" Upon hearing this, a sly smile flashed in Murong Yan's phoenix eyes. "I'd like to see how our Great Qian's Regent intends to enforce family rules on me?"

She deliberately puffed out her chest, striking a pose that said, "I'm the emperor, who am I afraid of?"

Lin Zhen looked at her charming yet slightly provocative appearance and his heart fluttered. How could he possibly resist?

He rolled over and pinned her beneath him, his hot breath spraying onto her face.

"How should we enforce family discipline? What do you think?" His voice became slightly hoarse with emotion. "How about we try it now?"

"You...you scoundrel!" Murong Yan's face instantly turned as red as a ripe apple.

She then realized that she seemed to have gone too far.

She tried to push him away, but found that her strength was utterly insignificant in the face of his iron-like embrace.

"Now you know I'm a scoundrel? Too late!" Lin Zhen chuckled softly, lowered his head, and was about to kiss him.

at this time.

"Cough cough!" An untimely, aged cough suddenly came from outside the hall.

It was Du Ruhui.

Lin Zhen's movements suddenly froze.

Murong Yan, as if grasping at a lifeline, forcefully pushed him away. Then, in a flurry, she wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, revealing only her pretty face, which was flushed red as if it were about to bleed.

"Prime Minister Du... Prime Minister Du, so early, is there... is there something you need?" Her voice was stammering, extremely embarrassed.

Lin Zhen sat up in bed with a dark expression, cursing Du Ruhui, that old man who didn't know the times, a hundred times in his heart.

morning?

The sun is already high in the sky, and you're still saying it's early?!

What did you do early?

Of all times, they had to come at this time!

He called out impatiently towards the outside of the hall, "Prime Minister Du, if you have something to say, say it outside! Her Majesty... is unwell and unable to receive guests!"

Du Ruhui, standing outside the hall, looked embarrassed as he listened to the voice inside, which clearly carried a hint of "morning grumpiness."

Little did he know that he had stumbled upon the emperor and empress's intimate moment.

He was simply thinking that today was the first formal morning court session since the war, and there were many important matters that needed to be reported to His Majesty and the Prince in person.

“This old minister…this old minister is guilty!” Du Ruhui knelt down with a thud outside the hall. “But…but today, the envoys sent by Marshal Zheng of the Northern Frontier and several newly promoted leaders of the northern tribes have arrived in Chang’an. They…they have come to pay tribute and express their gratitude to His Majesty and the Prince. This old minister…this old minister dared not make a decision on his own, so…”

An envoy from the northern desert?

Lin Zhen and Murong Yan exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of understanding in each other's eyes.

It seems that my peaceful life is truly over.