On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

"Clean up the battlefield and bring me everything that is usable."

"We should go home."

"Yes!"

The five hundred daredevils only came to their senses after hearing Lin Zhen's order.

They let out a deafening cheer, and as if injected with adrenaline, they burst out of the canyon that had become a living hell.

When Lin Zhen led his team back to the Red Salt Tribe.

The first hint of dawn was breaking on the horizon.

The entire Red Salt Tribe had long been completely controlled by the Daqian soldiers under Murong Yan's command.

Within the tribe, all able-bodied men had been killed on the spot.

Their bodies were piled up in the center of the tribe, forming a mound of corpses.

Those people of the Great Qian Dynasty who had been enslaved by them for many years were all liberated.

Although they were all ragged and emaciated, the flame of hope was rekindled in their long-numbed eyes.

They watched as the Daqian soldiers distributed food and water, and tears welled up in their eyes.

"Husband!"

When Murong Yan saw Lin Zhen's familiar figure appear at the entrance of the tribe.

Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

She didn't even have time to consider her own dignity as a monarch; she rushed towards Lin Zhen.

She is still wearing the same phoenix-adorned dress that has witnessed countless conquests and battles.

The extremely dark Su Jin, on this grassland that had just experienced a bloody massacre, seemed to have become an endless night that could devour everything.

The five-zhang-long, dark gold trailing tail behind her resembled a flowing river of dark light, billowing freely as she ran.

On the hem of the skirt, the giant phoenix embroidered with real gold thread, its eyes wide open in the morning light, seemed to come alive, welcoming its master's return with a gaze full of joy and dependence.

Murong Yan buried her face in Lin Zhen's arms.

She buried her face deeply in the chest filled with familiar scent, and a layer of crystalline mist rose in her clear, moon-like phoenix eyes.

"You're back."

Her voice was soft, carrying a hint of lingering fear and... grievance.

"I am back."

Lin Zhen smiled and pulled the stunningly beautiful woman into his arms.

He could clearly feel her delicate body trembling slightly, and knew how much pressure she had endured that night.

With fewer than 500 remaining soldiers, they attacked a tribe with nearly 2,000 defenders.

The dangers involved are self-evident.

It was her; any other general would probably have been wiped out long ago.

"You've worked hard, Yan'er."

Lin Zhen lowered his head and affectionately kissed her smooth forehead.

Murong Yan raised her head, her beautiful phoenix eyes shimmering with tears, like two black gems washed by rain.

"It's not hard."

She shook her head, a stunning smile spreading across her face.

"As long as my husband can return safely, anything I do will be worthwhile."

The two of them simply embraced each other quietly.

It was as if the whole world had shrunk down to just the two of them.

The Daqian soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield all smiled like aunties at the heartwarming scene before them.

Only in front of the prince would their ruthless and decisive Empress reveal the coquettish side of a young girl.

"Cough cough..."

Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly warm and cozy.

An awkward cough suddenly rang out from behind the two of them.

It was Yue Fei.

He arrived here at some unknown time with that team that had also achieved brilliant results.

He looked at the prince and emperor, who were openly showing affection on the battlefield, and a look of bewilderment appeared on his bronze, resolute face.

He knew he shouldn't be bothering them at this time, but the military situation was urgent, and he had no choice.

Upon hearing Yue Fei's cough, Murong Yan's pretty face flushed a beautiful blush.

She quickly broke free from Lin Zhen's embrace, reverting to the aloofness and majesty befitting an empress.

"General Yue, you're back."

Her voice was devoid of any emotion.

It was as if the coquettish little woman who had been in Lin Zhen's arms just moments before was not her at all.

"This humble general greets Your Majesty and Your Highness."

Yue Fei bowed to the two men.

"This humble general has successfully eliminated all the supply tribes of the Northern Desert King and the eastern route."

As he spoke, he handed a battle report, which had already been prepared, to Murong Yan.

"very good."

Murong Yan took the battle report, glanced at it casually, and nodded in satisfaction.

"General Yue, you've worked hard."

"It is my duty to share Your Majesty's burdens."

Yue Fei raised his head and looked at Murong Yan. Although she looked tired, her face was still radiant. The weight that had been hanging over his heart all night finally lifted.

His biggest worry on the way was His Majesty.

Now it seems that he was worrying too much.

With the Prince around, how could His Majesty possibly be in trouble?

"By the way, Your Highness."

Yue Fei seemed to remember something, and he turned to look at Lin Zhen with a puzzled expression on his face.

"On my way here, I saw flames shooting into the sky over Yanwang Gorge, as if something major had happened."

"Does Your Highness know the reason?"

He just finished speaking.

Zhang Meng, who was standing to the side, walked up with a smug look on his face.

General Yue, you didn't see it!

His honest face was now filled with pride and joy.

"Just last night, the prince used only five hundred men to annihilate the Northern King's thirty thousand iron cavalry within the Yama Gorge!"

"what?!"

Upon hearing Zhang Meng's words, Yue Fei's hawk-like eyes widened instantly!

He grabbed Zhang Meng's arm, his voice filled with disbelief.

"You...what did you say!"

"Five hundred men, annihilating thirty thousand iron cavalry?"

This...how is this possible!

"Zhang Meng, stop talking nonsense!"

Yue Fei's first reaction was disbelief.

His eyes were fixed on Zhang Meng, and his voice carried the sternness characteristic of a soldier.

Five hundred against thirty thousand? And in a perilous place like the Gorge of the King of Hell?

Let alone annihilation, just surviving would be considered incredibly lucky.

This kid, he's won a battle, he's probably so happy he's gone crazy and started talking nonsense.

"The general will not dare!"

Zhang Meng trembled under Yue Fei's sharp gaze and quickly straightened his back. "General Yue, every word I have said is true! If there is even a single lie, I am willing to accept military punishment!"

Seeing that Yue Fei still looked unconvinced, he quickly recounted the ambush from the previous night in detail.

From feinting to the east and luring the enemy deep into our territory, to blocking the road with boulders and setting fire to the canyon, and finally, unleashing a barrage of ropes to annihilate the remaining enemy.

He spoke with great enthusiasm, his spittle flying everywhere.

It was as if he wasn't a participant, but a storyteller observing the whole thing from God's perspective.

Yue Fei, upon hearing this, was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.