On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Chapter 1103 You Can't Win People's Hearts Over Me

Murong Yan's words made Lin Zhen fall into deep thought.

He looked into her eyes, which held both dependence on him and the unwavering resolve of an emperor.

He knew she was right.

He can solve problems with force, but the human heart cannot be solved by force.

He could go to Jiangnan and kill enemies, and intimidate them, but he couldn't do what she did: stand before the people and use her unique identity and charm to completely dispel the rumors and unite the people.

Even so, watching her take such a risk still caused him immense pain, like being stabbed in the heart.

He tried to convince himself that she was right and that this was the best way.

But a voice inside him kept screaming: No! Absolutely not!

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil. He knew he couldn't act too out of control, especially in front of Du Ruhui.

"Yan'er, I understand what you mean."

Lin Zhen's voice was a little hoarse. He held Murong Yan's hand tightly and felt the warmth of her palm, which calmed him down a bit.

"However, the situation in Jiangnan is far more complicated than you imagine. Kong Zhiqian is a treacherous and ruthless man. Since he dared to set up such a trap, he won't give you any chance to take advantage of it. If you go, you'll be like a lamb entering a tiger's den."

Murong Yan didn't speak, but just looked at him quietly, her eyes filled with trust and determination.

Du Ruhui spoke again, his voice trembling with tears: "Your Majesty, what the Prince said makes perfect sense! You are of noble birth, how can you risk your life? Even... even for the sake of the Great Qian Dynasty, you should take care of your health!"

Murong Yan gently patted Lin Zhen's hand, signaling him to calm down.

She turned to look at Du Ruhui, her tone gentle yet undeniable: "Prime Minister Du, I know you all mean well. But it is precisely because of the danger that I must go myself. If I don't even have this much courage, how can I gain the trust of the people? How can I completely dissuade those villains from their ambitions?"

She paused, then looked back at Lin Zhen, her eyes filled with pleading:

“My lord, I know you are worried. But have you considered that if I don’t go, if I only send troops to suppress the rebellion, then Kong Zhiqian and Li Xian will have achieved their goal. They want to create chaos, to make the people think that the Great Qian Dynasty is incompetent and unable to quell the internal strife. In that case, even if we quell the rebellion, the people’s hearts will be broken, and the dynasty’s vitality will be damaged. Is that what you want to see?”

Lin Zhen's heart was struck hard by her words.

He understood that every word she said hit the nail on the head.

He has always been accustomed to solving problems in the most direct and effective way, which is force.

But he overlooked the fact that some problems cannot be solved by force.

He closed his eyes, and the image of Murong Yan's firm yet tender phoenix eyes appeared in his mind.

He knew she wasn't being foolish; she was viewing the crisis with the eyes of an emperor.

"Okay." Lin Zhen suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of weariness, but more so a sense of helpless compromise.

He opened his eyes, looked at Murong Yan, his eyes filled with complex emotions, "Since you insist on going, then I will go with you."

"Husband!" A hint of surprise flashed in Murong Yan's eyes. She knew that this was Lin Zhen's biggest concession.

Du Ruhui exclaimed again, "Your Highness! You're going too?! This...this is absolutely unacceptable! You are the Regent, the Commander-in-Chief of the Three Armies, and His Majesty's husband! If you also go to Jiangnan, who will be responsible for the safety of the capital?!"

Lin Zhen waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to say anything more. He looked at Murong Yan, his tone firm:

“You’re right, you can’t win people’s hearts in my place, but I can take your place in the battle. Jiangnan is a dangerous place, I can’t let you go there alone.”

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Du Ruhui again, his tone carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"Prime Minister Du, with you and Zhou Xing in charge, along with the elite Imperial Guards and 'Night Owls,' Chang'an is safe. As for those petty villains who want to take advantage of the situation, feel free to investigate, arrest, and kill them! There's no need for any hesitation!"

“But…” Du Ruhui wanted to say something, but looking into Lin Zhen’s sharp, knife-like eyes, he swallowed his words. He knew that the emperor and empress had made up their minds, and anything he said would be of no use.

A genuine smile finally appeared on Murong Yan's face.

She held Lin Zhen's hand tightly, her eyes filled with emotion.

She knew that he was supporting and protecting her in his own way.

"In that case, let's make some plans."

Lin Zhen's tone returned to its usual calm and collected manner. He looked at Du Ruhui and instructed:

"Prime Minister Du, immediately arrange for 'Night Owl' to activate all the spies in Jiangnan and find out everything about Kong Zhiqian and Li Xian, including their hiding places, their allies, and how many men they have!"

"At the same time, spread the word that His Majesty is unwell and needs to rest. As for the wedding, it will be postponed for the time being. In this way, those rebels will think that we have lost our composure and will lower their guard."

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Du Ruhui's eyes. He understood Lin Zhen's intention.

This is a plan to lure the snake out of its hole!

"Your humble servant obeys the decree!" He bowed and accepted the order, then turned and quickly retreated to begin making arrangements.

After Du Ruhui left, Qifeng Pavilion returned to tranquility.

Murong Yan remained nestled in Lin Zhen's arms, gazing at his pensive profile, a wave of emotion washing over her.

He always does this, giving her the strongest support when she needs it most.

"My lord, do we really have to... cancel the wedding?" she asked softly, her voice tinged with reluctance. She knew what this wedding meant to them.

Lin Zhen lowered his head, kissed the top of her head, and said softly:

"Silly girl, how could it be canceled? We just spread false information to make them think we canceled it. After we quell the rebellion in Jiangnan, we'll hold a grand make-up ceremony, okay?"

"Mmm." Murong Yan nodded, a sweet smile on her face. She knew he would never disappoint her.

“However…” Lin Zhen’s tone suddenly became somewhat mischievous, “These next few days, you’d better cooperate with me and pretend to be sickly. Otherwise, those old foxes won’t believe you easily.”

Upon hearing this, Murong Yan burst out laughing.

She reached out her finger and gently poked his chest, playfully scolding him:

"You're the one who's sickly! I am the Empress of the Great Qian Dynasty, how can I easily show weakness?"

"That won't do." Lin Zhen took her fingers and kissed them. "To deceive the enemy, you have to show weakness. And that way, I can legitimately stay by your side and take care of you."

His words carried a subtle hint of tenderness and doting affection.

Murong Yan's heart melted instantly.

She knew that he was expressing his love for her in his own way.

"Well... okay." She blushed and nodded gently.

In the following days, a scene truly unfolded in Qifeng Pavilion: "The Emperor and Empress fell ill and were bedridden to recuperate."