On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

While Lin Zhen was engaged in a bloody battle in the "One Line Sky" canyon, the atmosphere in the Taiji Hall in Chang'an was also extremely tense.

"Northern Frontier—Urgent Message—Great Victory—!"

This resounding announcement, like a thunderclap, instantly shattered all the panic, doubt, and attacks within the hall.

Everyone was stunned.

Great victory?

Wasn't Yanran City just besieged?

Where did this great victory come from?

Even the censor who had just been eloquently impeaching Lin Zhen was now gaping in astonishment.

A slight ripple finally appeared on Murong Yan's icy face. She raised her phoenix eyes slightly and looked out of the hall.

A messenger, clad in light armor, covered in dust, and bearing a scar on his face, stumbled and crawled into the hall, holding a blood-stained wooden box and a bright yellow military report aloft.

With a thud, he knelt down on the ground, his voice hoarse from excitement and exhaustion.

"Your Majesty! A great victory has been achieved at Babailijia in the Northern Frontier! His Highness the Prince, using a ruthless strategy at the 'One Line Sky' canyon in the Death Swamp, annihilated the 15,000 Golden Wolf Riders led by Attila, the King of Zuoguli in the Northern Desert, with 300 'Night Owl' elite warriors! This is Attila's head!"

As he spoke, he raised the wooden box in his hand high above his head.

The entire Taiji Hall fell into a deathly silence.

Annihilation of... 15,000 Gold Wolf Riders?!

Three hundred people against fifteen thousand?!

This...this isn't storytelling, is it?!

All the officials, including Du Ruhui and Zhou Xing, wore expressions of disbelief.

They knew that the Golden Wolf Cavalry was the trump card of the Northern Desert, an elite force capable of taking on ten men each.

Lin Zhen actually annihilated it with only three hundred men?

This is no longer war, this is a miracle!

"Bring it here." Murong Yan was the first to react, her voice trembling slightly.

Zhao Wuji immediately stepped forward, took the wooden box and military report, and quickly presented them to the emperor's desk.

Murong Yan did not read the military report first, but instead opened the bloodstained wooden box herself.

A grotesque, unseeing head suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.

A collective gasp filled the hall.

Although many people do not recognize Attila, the gold rings and braids on his head, belonging to the royal family of the northern deserts, are unmistakable.

Murong Yan's gaze fell on the head, but she only glanced at it before looking away.

She slowly unfolded the military report, which was also stained with blood.

The military report was written in Lin Zhen's own handwriting.

The above text uses concise and powerful language to describe the entire ambush.

From uncovering the enemy's scheme to personally leading his elite troops deep behind enemy lines, and finally to the desperate counterattack at "One Line Sky".

The letter ended with only eight words.

"Your subject has fortunately fulfilled his mission. There is no need to worry about Yanran."

Upon seeing these eight words, Murong Yan felt a surge of heat rush to her eyes, and her vision instantly blurred.

She won.

Her husband, once again, created an impossible miracle for her and for the Great Qian Dynasty!

He did not disappoint her.

He has never let her down!

A surge of immense joy and pride instantly washed away all the pressure, worries, and grievances of the past few days.

She slowly raised her head, her gaze sweeping over the dumbfounded and ashen-faced officials below, especially the few who had been the most vocal critics.

A bright yet cold smile bloomed on her face.

"My beloved ministers," her voice was clear and resonant, echoing throughout the hall, "who just said that the Prince underestimated the enemy and acted rashly, leading to the siege of Yanran?"

"And who is it that wants to impeach the prince, strip him of his post and title, and hand him over to the three judicial departments for joint trial?"

Those officials who had been criticizing the emperor were so frightened that their legs went weak, and they knelt down with a thud, their bodies trembling like leaves.

"Your Majesty, I am guilty! I was blind! I spoke nonsense! Please forgive me, Your Majesty! Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

They kowtowed desperately, wishing they could bury their heads into the floor tiles.

They never dreamed that the plot twist would come so quickly and so violently!

Just a moment ago, they thought they had caught Lin Zhen red-handed and could use this opportunity to attack the Empress.

The next moment, this earth-shattering victory was like a resounding slap across their faces!

This is no longer a simple misjudgment.

Faced with such overwhelming merit, how is their impeachment just now any different from framing someone for treason?

Murong Yan did not deal with them immediately, but instead turned her attention to all the officials in the hall.

"My husband, my regent prince, is at the front, fighting a bloody battle against 15,000 fierce soldiers with only 300 men, risking his life countless times! And you, my trusted ministers, are at the rear, believing whatever you hear, spreading rumors, attacking meritorious officials, and undermining the morale of the army!"

Her voice suddenly rose, filled with disappointment and anger.

"Is this your loyalty?! Is this your way of sharing the burdens of the country?!"

"I am guilty!"

All the civil and military officials, regardless of their previous stance, knelt down in unison, their court robes soaked with cold sweat.

They were all completely stunned by the Empress's thunderous wrath and Lin Zhen's godlike achievements.

Murong Yan ignored them. She took a deep breath, calmed her agitated emotions, and began to issue a series of clear commands.

"By imperial decree! The great victory at 'One Line Sky' shall be proclaimed to the world! All soldiers who have rendered meritorious service in this battle, regardless of whether they died or were killed, shall be promoted five ranks and awarded a thousand taels of gold! Those who died in battle shall be enshrined in the Hall of Heroes, and their families shall be supported by the national treasury for life! I want all the brave warriors who have served the country to receive the glory they deserve!"

"Issue an order to the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Works to spare no expense in procuring provisions and military equipment and sending them to the northern frontier immediately! Give the soldiers at the front whatever they need!"

"Issue an imperial edict to the Court of Judicial Review, the Ministry of Justice, and the Censorate to jointly interrogate these traitors who spread heresies and framed a prince! Investigate them thoroughly! Find out who is behind them and who is instigating them!"

As she finished speaking, her gaze sharpened like a knife, sweeping over the few officials who had already collapsed like mud.

Those men felt a chill run from their feet to their heads and instantly fainted.

After handling everything, Murong Yan left the court.

She did not return to Qifeng Pavilion, but went straight to the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

She wanted to personally tell the ancestors of the Great Qian Dynasty this good news.

She wanted to tell them that she had not let them down.

Her husband is ushering in an unprecedented golden age for this empire.

When she stood alone in the vast and majestic Imperial Ancestral Temple, she finally shed all her pretenses.

She stroked Lin Zhen's blood-stained military report, tears silently streaming down her face.

"My husband...you fool...you must be badly hurt..."

Three hundred against fifteen thousand—even a fool could tell what a brutal and bloody battle that would be.

In the military report, he made no mention of his injuries, but how could she not know?

A wave of fear and heartache gripped her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Just as she was immersed in worry, she suddenly noticed that on the back of the military report, there was a line of messy handwriting written in even smaller characters.

The handwriting didn't look like a military report; it looked more like... a private message.

"Yan'er, don't worry. I'm fine. I just miss you so much."

Upon seeing these words, Murong Yan could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down her face.

She pressed the military report tightly to her chest and cried like a child.

At this moment, she was not a majestic empress, but just an ordinary wife who missed and worried about her husband who was away on a campaign.

Unbeknownst to her, while she was worrying about Lin Zhen, an even more insidious web woven by Kong Zhiqian was quietly unfolding in the heart of Daqian.

The two crushing defeats at Eagle's Beak Cliff and "One Line Sky" made Kong Zhiqian realize that simple military confrontation was simply not enough to defeat Lin Zhen.

So he offered Uvi a truly ruthless and treacherous plan.

"Great Khan, since we can't win openly, let's resort to underhanded tactics. Our real enemy is not Lin Zhen's army, but the hearts and minds of the people of Daqian."