On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Lin Zhen's voice, like a thunderclap, exploded in the deathly silent Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The imperial guards, who had been waiting outside the palace, rushed in the instant they received the order.

The heavy scraping of armor and the synchronized footsteps combined to create a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Take him down!" The commander of the Imperial Guards, holding a long spear, spoke in a cold voice.

"Who dares!" Yuan Wei's companions were also from a prominent family and officials who were on good terms with the Yuan family. They instinctively wanted to step forward and stop him.

Before they could even take a step, they were forced back by Yue Fei's icy gaze.

Unbeknownst to Yue Fei, he had already positioned himself behind Yuan Wei and Wang Jing.

He didn't draw his sword, he just stood there, a terrifying killing intent enveloping the entire hall.

The officials, overwhelmed by the murderous aura, felt their legs go weak and they could barely stand.

Looking at the scene before him, at his former colleagues who had flattered him but now avoided him like the plague, and at the calm young empress, Yuan Wei suddenly smiled.

His laughter was tinged with sadness and madness.

"Hahahaha! What a great Empress of the Great Qian Dynasty! What a great Prince Lin!" His wrinkled old face was filled with resentment. "I have dominated the court for more than forty years, but I never thought I would be defeated by you two young brats!"

"The victor is king, the loser is villain; I have nothing to say!" Yuan Wei flicked his sleeves, his cloudy old eyes fixed on Murong Yan. "But don't be so smug! My Yuan family has been operating in the Great Qian Dynasty for a century, with disciples and former officials all over the world!"

"You woman, you've usurped a high position and acted against the tide of history! Sooner or later, you'll completely destroy this great Qianlong empire!"

His words, filled with curses and incitement, caused many officials present to change their expressions.

Murong Yan looked down at Yuan Wei, who was still struggling like a trapped beast. Her beautiful face, which was always as cold and aloof as the moon, remained completely calm.

She slowly rose from the phoenix throne that symbolized supreme imperial power.

Today, she is dressed in full court attire.

The jet-black phoenix-themed dress and the magnificent shawl embroidered with a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix accentuated her noble and majestic figure.

A five-zhang-long, dark gold train cascaded down from the nine-story Phoenix Terrace as she rose, like a giant black net woven from authority and majesty, firmly capturing the ambition and resentment of everyone below.

On the hem of her skirt, the colossal phoenix woven from real gold thread, illuminated by hundreds of palace lanterns in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, seemed to come alive with its gleaming phoenix eyes. Those cold phoenix eyes swept over the officials below, with the indifference of a god looking down on ants.

"Yuan Wei".

Her voice was soft, yet it was like a thunderclap, exploding loudly in everyone's ears.

“You’re right. Your Yuan family is indeed deeply rooted in the Great Qian Dynasty.”

"but……"

A cold and domineering smile curved her lips.

"You seem to have forgotten one thing: the surname of this Great Qian is Murong."

"I am the sole master of this land!"

"Anyone who dares to challenge my authority will be wiped out of this land, along with their entire family!"

"Whether it's the Yuan family, the Wang family, or those clowns still lurking in the shadows."

"I will drag them out one by one."

"Let them know what it means for the emperor's wrath to cause the deaths of millions!"

Her decisive words struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

The entire Hall of Supreme Harmony became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to meet those phoenix eyes.

The times have changed.

The era when powerful clans controlled the court and usurped imperial power is gone forever.

Yuan Wei looked at the woman on the Phoenix Terrace, who was as majestic and beautiful as a goddess descending from the heavens. Her eyes, which were always full of wisdom and composure, were now only filled with lifelessness.

"Take it down."

Murong Yan withdrew her gaze, her voice icy, and gave the final order.

"Yes!"

The imperial guards stepped forward and dragged the distraught Yuan Wei and Wang Jing away.

A political storm that swept through the entire Daqian court has thus come to an end.

……

Three days later.

Caishikou was packed with people.

One hundred and seventy-three core members of the Yuan, Wang, and Li families who participated in the treason plot were publicly executed here.

When those 173 once invincible heads rolled to the ground.

The onlookers erupted in a deafening cheer!

They shouted "Your Majesty is wise!" and their voices formed a torrent that echoed throughout the capital.

Meanwhile, the remaining nearly 30 million shi of grain were also ordered by Murong Yan to be transported to Hebei, which was suffering from a locust plague.

A huge crisis that could have shaken the foundations of the nation was resolved by her with ease.

After this battle, Empress Murong Yan's prestige reached an unprecedented peak.

In the imperial court, no one dared to voice any opposition to her anymore.

The entire Great Qian Dynasty truly ushered in the golden age of monarchical centralization.

……

The Imperial Palace, Fengyi Palace.

The night was deep, and the palace was brightly lit by candlelight.

After reviewing the last memorial, the emperor's vermilion brush fell on his desk.

Murong Yan let out a long sigh of relief, rubbed her stiff neck, and then realized that the entire palace was unusually quiet.

"His Majesty."

A cheerful voice came from the window.

Murong Yan looked in the direction of the sound and saw Lin Zhen leaning against the window frame, holding a small wine pot in his hand and waving it at her.

"It's already this late, and you still haven't rested. I'm just worried that you might overwork yourself and die suddenly on your bed."

This man never says anything serious.

Murong Yan rolled her eyes at him, annoyed. "You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth."

That's what I said, but the tension that had been building up for days quietly eased.

Lin Zhen smiled, put down the wine pot, walked a few steps to her, and picked her up in his arms without saying a word.

"Hey!"

Murong Yan exclaimed in surprise and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

"what are you doing?"

"Let us show our Empress the peaceful empire she built with her own hands."

Lin Zhen carried her and walked steadily to the window.

Murong Yan's body stiffened for a moment, then softened again, obediently resting her head on his shoulder.

"Yes, it's been so long since I've seen anything like this." Her voice was somewhat unsteady. "Husband, how long can we live like this?"

Her fingertips unconsciously gripped the front of his shirt.

Lin Zhen looked down at the person in her arms.

He didn't say anything empty like "forever".

He simply tightened his arms around her, pulling her closer to him, and gently rubbed his chin against her forehead.

"No matter how long it takes, I'll stay with you."

"The country is yours, and you are mine."

"Whoever dares to touch your empire, I will kill their entire family. Whoever dares to touch you, I will make them wish they were dead."

He spoke casually, as if he were simply recounting what he had for dinner that evening.

But Murong Yan smiled.

It was a genuine laugh, one that came from the heart, a laugh that let down all defenses.

She tilted her head back, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and pressed her lips to his.

There was no probing, only an undeniable possessiveness.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Her phoenix eyes were hazy, her breath was slightly labored, and her exhalation was as sweet as orchids.

"Husband."

"Ok?"

"Carry me to bed."