On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Chapter 409 This is what a woman is!

The morning light was dim, and the silence outside the Yangxin Palace was somewhat depressing.

Song Die stopped outside the hall and gently smoothed out the slight wrinkles on her skirt, trying to calm her slightly panicked heartbeat.

She was wearing a pure white dress today. The material seemed to be made of the finest ice silk. It felt slightly cool and extremely smooth. The hem of the skirt swayed gently in the breeze. It was pure and flawless, emitting a light and elegant halo, which perfectly set off her slender waist.

Her face was delicate, and her eyebrows were like distant ink, slender and gentle, neither thick nor thin, and perfectly embedded under her smooth forehead.

Her eyes are like two pools of autumn water, clear and lively. There is a bit of intelligence and shyness hidden in the movement of her eyes. Occasionally, she blinks, and her long eyelashes flutter gently like butterfly wings, adding a bit of charmingness.

The nose is straight and slender with soft lines, like a carefully carved jade pillar, making the whole face more three-dimensional.

Her lips are like cherries, red without any makeup, and her slightly upturned mouth corners reveal an innate stubbornness even in tense moments.

Her skin was whiter than snow, as delicate as porcelain, making one want to touch it, yet afraid of offending her. Her figure was even more graceful, with a slender waist that could be held in one hand, not a single bend, showcasing the woman's softness and fragility.

She is tall but graceful, and when she walks, she is like a willow swaying in the wind.

Song Die folded her hands neatly on her abdomen, her fingers subconsciously tugging at the corner of her clothes.

Following the summons from the eunuch inside.

She lowered her head and walked into the hall in small steps, trying her best to make her movements appear calm. The delicate embroidery on her shoes became faintly visible with her steps.

But the slightly trembling fingertips still revealed the inner tension.

Because it had been more than a hundred years since the emperor summoned a minister or a daughter.

Even during the previous emperor's time, if a woman wanted to enter the palace to meet the emperor, she would be beaten with fifty sticks on her back, regardless of the reason, as a way to show respect for the emperor's power, but it was also a violation of the status of women.

And now, Empress Murong Yan openly summoned the minister's daughter into the palace. No one could guess the reason behind this. Even Song Die herself didn't know what she had done to deserve such an honor.

Oh no, it doesn’t seem to be an honor at the moment.

As I stepped into the hall, the light suddenly dimmed.

Song Die raised her eyes and saw the ambergris rising in the air. In the hazy light, Murong Yan was sitting high on the phoenix chair.

She wore a phoenix crown made of pure gold. On top of the crown, a phoenix spread its wings as if ready to fly, and its tail was inlaid with tiny rubies and cat's-eye gems.

Each tail feather is carefully arranged with dozens of rubies and cat's eyes, sparkling with luxurious light with her subtle movements.

The phoenix's beak held a string of oriental pearls, each of which was round and large, emitting a warm luster. When it was gently shaken, a halo of light flowed and reflected each other, making it difficult for people to open their eyes.

The tassels hanging down from both sides of the phoenix corona are all strung with pearls made from the tears of South China Sea mermaids. Each pearl is in the shape of a perfect teardrop, glowing with a dreamy blue light in the dim light, and looks agile and light.

When walking, the tassels collide with each other, making a clear and pleasant sound like fairy music.

Look at the phoenix robe again. It has a bright yellow brocade base with gold threads running through it, outlining an extremely complex pattern.

The robe is embroidered with phoenixes of various shapes, some of which are singing, some are looking back, and some are flapping their wings and flying, all of which are lifelike.

The feathers of the phoenix are embroidered with colorful silk threads. In the interweaving of light and shadow, they shine with gorgeous colors: red like fire, pink like clouds, blue like the deep sea, green like jade, and yellow like the scorching sun. Every stitch and every thread is the result of the embroiderer's life-long efforts, creating a luxury that is rare in this world.

What is even more amazing is that every inch of the phoenix robe is inlaid with a thumb-sized emerald. The deep green color of the gemstone contrasts with the bright colors of the phoenix robe, emitting a cold and noble light, making the entire phoenix robe sparkle and priceless.

The trailing train of the phoenix robe was even more amazing. No one knew how long it was, but we only knew that it was trimmed with the finest sable fur, which was soft and luxurious.

The train is embroidered with a picture of a swirling sea of ​​clouds. White silk threads outline the layers of clouds, creating a dreamlike and illusory effect.

The phoenix shuttles through it, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

Not only that, the edge of the tail is also inlaid with a row of rare blue diamonds. Each blue diamond has been carefully polished by skilled craftsmen to present a perfect octahedron shape. Under the refraction of light, it emits a deep blue light, which is dazzling.

At this moment, the tail was coiled around Murong Yan's phoenix chair, like a proud golden phoenix perched in the hall, shining so brightly that people dared not look at it directly.

This is what a woman is!

Song Die only took a glance and felt that the light was too dazzling. She didn't dare to look directly at it and hurriedly bowed.

"Your servant Song Die pays homage to Your Majesty." As the voice fell, there seemed to be an echo in the hall, making the atmosphere more solemn.

Murong Yan raised her hand slightly, gently waving her phoenix robe. The phoenix embroidered with gold thread on the sleeve seemed alive, fluttering its wings as if ready to fly amidst the interweaving of light and shadow. She opened her red lips softly, "Stand up."

Song Die hurriedly stood up, bowed his head and replied, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Murong Yan's eyes were as sharp as torches, locking tightly on Song Die. After a moment, she asked, "Do you know why I summoned you to the palace?"

Song Die was shocked. This was the first time she saw the emperor at such a close distance, so she was inevitably timid. Moreover, there was the incident of the previous emperor forcing women to enter the palace.

She bit her lower lip slightly, thought for a moment, and said softly: "I don't know."

Murong Yan stood up, her phoenix robe dragging on the ground, making a slight rubbing sound.

She spoke slowly, "Daqian is undergoing a transformation every day. As the Crown Prince put it, the wheel of time is constantly moving forward, leaving no room for respite. The larger the territory, the greater the responsibility, and the more officials are needed. However, I currently lack officials capable of handling this responsibility, so I intend to recruit female officials."

After saying this, she gracefully lifted the hem of her phoenix robe with both hands. The phoenix crown on her head swayed gently with the movement, and the pearls and jade collided, making a pleasant sound. The phoenix robe and train on her body reflected colorful light under the light and shadow, which was extremely luxurious.

She walked down the steps, stopped in front of Song Die, and continued.

"Although the court is predominantly male, I know women are no less capable than men. I've heard you possess considerable talent and insight into politics and local administration. Anyone with talent is welcome to serve me. Therefore, I intend to appoint you as magistrate of Ye County. It's a crucial trading hub with South Korea, and the affairs involved are complex but crucial. Are you up to the task?"

Song Die suddenly looked up, her eyes full of astonishment, and she blurted out subconsciously: "I am a woman, and if a woman serves as an official... I'm afraid she will be criticized."

Before this, although she was well-read and had great ambitions, she even fantasized about becoming an emperor like Murong Yan.

But that's just a thought.

How easy is it for a woman to become an emperor? Although she did not see the hardships Murong Yan had gone through, she could see it clearly.

It must have been a tortuous and painful road.

In this world where it is extremely difficult for women to become officials, it is a very difficult thing for her to even have her own students, let alone to be given such an important task one day.

Murong Yan's words shattered her once stubborn thoughts.

Murong Yan's lips curled up into a faint smile, and there was unquestionable dominance in that smile.

"Oh, since I ascended to the throne as a woman, other women can naturally enter the court and serve as officials. We women have suffered for thousands of years, and it is time for us to wake up. Don't worry, since I have entrusted you with this important task, I will support you. The power of Ye County is completely handed over to you, and I will allocate troops, horses, and food to help you gain a firm foothold. You only need to focus on managing Ye County well and ensuring that the trade routes are unimpeded. Don't let me down."

Song Die felt a warm current rushing to her eyes and her whole body was trembling with excitement.

Women awaken!

Such a niche word.

However, such words actually came out of the emperor's mouth.

it is good.

Ok.

Song Die's eyes were red, but her gaze was firm. She bowed again and said, "Your Majesty, I am willing to serve you with all my heart and soul, even until my death."

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Murong Yan's eyes. She stepped forward, helped Song Die up with her own hands, and said softly.

"Not for me, but to fight for the women of the world, to tell them that women are no less capable than men."

"Yes! I will definitely live up to my mission!" Song Die stood up and looked at Murong Yan.

Suddenly, Murong Yan discovered that her eyebrows and eyes were very green.

After noticing this, he looked her up and down with his phoenix eyes and said, "This is the first time I've seen you, and I think you're pretty. How old are you?"

Song Die was a little unaccustomed to being stared at so nakedly. She bowed and replied, "Your Majesty, I am... I am twenty-nine years old this year."

"I really can't tell. I heard that you're a widower. Do you have any thoughts of remarrying?"

Song Die shook her head: "Marry a chicken, follow the chicken; marry a dog, follow the dog. I don't plan to remarry."

"What's all this talk about chickens and dogs? A new era calls for new ideas. Why should we adhere to those traditional teachings? Especially for us women. Why can a widower remarry, but a widowed woman must remain a widow? Oh, I don't like these worldly opinions that restrict women. Once you've finished your work in Ye County, I'll find you a good family. I have to say, General Zhou Ze is quite good. He's young but has made great military achievements. Like you, he's a widower. The prince wanted to marry Liu Yuying to him, but who knew that would happen later? Alas, fate plays tricks on us."

Murong Yan became more and more emotional as she spoke.

Song Die was a little confused by what she said, but her words "Why should a woman remain a widow after her husband dies" made her happy.

Originally, she didn't like these secular teachings, but under the general environment, she had no ability to change and could only go with the flow.

Now that she has the emperor's support, she is naturally willing to find a good husband again, marry and have children.

What's more, the other party is an important general in the Daqian army, the Duke of the new era - Zhou Ze.

Song Die bowed again: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Well, go back and pack up and take up your post immediately. Baiqisi is already waiting for you at your house."

"The minister obeys the order!"

After saying that, Song Die slowly retreated.

Murong Yan stood in the Yangxin Palace, still thinking about the future path of this newly appointed female official and the possible reactions of various parties in the court.

A barely perceptible trace of fatigue crept up her brows. As the ruler of a country, every wrinkle of this country hides her painstaking efforts.

She sighed softly and turned her head slowly, but this glance made her eyes widen instantly.

I saw Lin Zhen had arrived at some point and was sitting carelessly behind the desk piled with memorials under the phoenix chair.

He moved in a casual and lazy manner, as if this was not the solemn and majestic Palace of Tranquil Longevity, but his own back garden.

He rested one hand leisurely on the armrest, while with the other hand he kept rummaging through the paper bag on the table, completely ignoring the solemn royal atmosphere around him, and then he took out a chestnut.

He tilted his head slightly, put a plump chestnut into his mouth, and took a light bite. With a "crack", the chestnut shell cracked, and the sweet aroma instantly filled the air.

He chewed with contentment, his cheeks bulging like a greedy little squirrel.

That cynical smile was like the wild flowers blooming wantonly in spring, brilliant yet somewhat unruly, spreading from the corners of the mouth to the corners of the eyes, and even those deep eyes were filled with smiles.

When Murong Yan saw this scene, she was stunned at first, and then a surge of anger rose from the bottom of her heart.

The Hall of Mental Cultivation has always been a place for discussing state affairs and reviewing confidential memorials. Not to mention others sitting there casually, even eunuchs and palace maids who approached without being summoned would be severely punished.

What's more, the guy in front of him was leisurely eating snacks, as if he was deliberately challenging the rules of the palace.

"Lin Zhen!" Murong Yan's voice suddenly rose, carrying the majesty and anger unique to an emperor, echoing in the empty hall, shaking the beams so much that they seemed to tremble slightly.

Lin Zhen seemed not to hear, still immersed in his own chestnut world. He slowly put one into his mouth and then slowly raised his head.

Seeing Murong Yan's face flushed with anger, he first pretended to be surprised, his eyes widening, then the corners of his mouth curved upward even more, and he teased, "Hey, Your Majesty, what's wrong? Who made you angry? Don't get yourself sick from anger, the world is still counting on you."

As he spoke, he peeled another chestnut and deliberately shook it in front of Murong Yan, his action full of teasing.

Murong Yan stamped her feet in anger, strode up to Lin Zhen, pointed at his nose and shouted angrily: "You...when did you come? Have you been eavesdropping for a long time?"

"Eavesdropping?" Lin Zhen sat up straight. "I didn't. It was your eunuch who didn't dare to inform me, so I walked in. But I have to say, Yan'er, aren't you too hasty in appointing a female official? Once Song Die takes office, do you know how those old officials will react?"

Murong Yan, who had always understood Lin Zhen, was no longer angry. She walked up to Lin Zhen, and the tail of her carriage dragged on the floor tiles carved with phoenixes, making a rustling sound.

She came to Lin Zhen, looked at him, and finally sat down on the desk, crossing her legs like a female boss.

Lin Zhen saw clearly that she was wearing golden underwear under her phoenix robe, which was wrapped tightly and no private parts could be seen.

"Didn't you tell me not to rush things and to recruit female officials gradually? Now that I've done it, you still have objections?"