On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

His name is Kong Fan, and he is the grandson of Kong Rong, the Minister of Rites.

He was also the organizer of this student march.

"Fellow students!" Kong Fan stood on the stone lion at the entrance of the Imperial College, raising his arms and shouting to the equally excited students below!

"Empress Dowager, you are going against the tide of history, attempting to overturn the thousands of years of etiquette and moral principles of our Great Qian Dynasty for your own selfish desires!"

"Such a treasonous act, how can we scholars sit idly by and do nothing?"

"Today, we will use our blood to awaken the conscience of the world!"

"Let us die to defend the dignity of the saint!"

His inflammatory words sent all the passionate young students in the room into a frenzy!

"well said!"

"We swear to defend the path of sainthood to the death!"

"Down with the wicked empress! Cleanse the court of corrupt officials!"

They shouted and rushed toward the palace!

They were going to sit in meditation in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony!

Through his actions, he forced the arrogant empress to retract her order!

However, they hadn't even taken a few steps.

A sudden, rhythmic clatter of armor rubbing against each other rang out!

Thousands of Imperial Guard soldiers, clad in black armor and wielding long spears, surged out from both sides of the street like a tide!

In an instant, they surrounded the entire entrance of the Imperial College!

The cold Gobi Desert peaks gleamed with a terrifyingly cold light under the sunlight!

A chilling atmosphere enveloped the entire long street!

The students, who had just been in high spirits, were terrified by the sudden turn of events!

Where had they ever seen such a real battle?

They were so frightened that their legs went weak and they couldn't even stand up straight.

"What's going on?" Kong Fan, the leader, looked at the murderous Imperial Guards in front of him. His face, which was full of confidence and pride, was now filled with fear!

"What do you want to do?!"

"We are students of the Imperial Academy! We are the Emperor's disciples! Dare to lay a hand on us!"

He tried to scare away the boorish brute he saw by using his ridiculous identity.

His response came from the cold, emotionless voice of the Imperial Guard commander.

"His Majesty has decreed..."

“Anyone who gathers a crowd to cause trouble and intends to storm the imperial city shall be punished as a treasoner.”

"Kill without mercy!"

"What?!" Kong Fan was completely dumbfounded when he heard this.

He never dreamed that the Empress would be so ruthless!

She actually dared to kill them, these unarmed, intellectuals?!

"No! This is impossible!" he screamed hysterically. "We are scholars! We are the future of the country! You cannot kill us!"

However, the commander of the Imperial Guards was too lazy to say another word to him.

He slowly raised the long spear in his hand.

He gave his final orders to the thousands of imperial guards behind him who were poised to attack.

"kill!"

……

Imperial Palace, Imperial Study Room.

Murong Yan listened quietly to the guards' report, her beautiful face, as cold and aloof as the moon, remained completely calm.

Today, she is still wearing the ultimate black phoenix descending to earth dress.

She wasn't wearing a wedding robe; her long, jet-black hair was simply tied back with a black jade phoenix hairpin.

A five-zhang-long, jet-gold train cascaded down from the phoenix chair, spreading across the floor like a solidified black ocean.

On the hem of her skirt, a giant phoenix woven with real gold thread stood tall, its eyes slightly closed under the illumination of the palace lanterns, as if it felt a hint of impatience towards the foolish clowns outside.

"Is everything cleaned up?" she asked slowly, her voice cold.

"Your Majesty," the guard replied, bowing, "not a single one was spared."

"Very good." Murong Yan nodded. "What's Kong Rong up to?"

"Your Majesty, Kong Rong, the Minister of Rites, was so enraged upon learning of the death of his grandson Kong Fan that he vomited blood and fainted on the spot."

"Although he has been rescued, he is now bedridden and his days are probably numbered."

"Is that so?" Murong Yan's lips curled into a cold smile upon hearing this. "He really got off easy."

She stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the bustling capital city.

In her beautiful phoenix eyes, there gleamed the decisiveness and ruthlessness of an emperor.

"Preach my will."

"Throughout the Great Qian Dynasty, anyone who dares to openly oppose the new marriage law shall be punished for spreading heresies and disrupting the imperial order."

"At the very least, he will be stripped of his official rank and never employed again."

"In severe cases, the entire family will be executed, and nine generations of relatives will be exterminated!"

"I want to see just how stubborn they really are!"

Murong Yan's decree, filled with murderous intent, spread throughout the entire Great Qian Dynasty!

All the conservative forces that were secretly plotting to challenge the imperial court were terrified and fell silent upon hearing this decree.

They finally understood.

Her Majesty the Queen intends to implement her new policies using the most violent means.

Anyone who dares to obstruct us will be mercilessly crushed to pieces!

The scholars who were previously jumping around and clamoring to "defend the great way of the sages" have all become cowards and dare not even leave their homes.

Meanwhile, the powerful clans that had hoped to use this opportunity to fuel the flames behind the scenes also chose to lay low and protect themselves.

They didn't want to follow in the footsteps of the three major clans.

The ideological storm that should have swept across the entire Daqian was forcibly suppressed by Murong Yan's iron-fisted methods.

Although such high-pressure methods only address the symptoms, not the root cause.

At least it bought valuable time for the implementation of the new law.

Murong Yan believed that given time...

When all the people under heaven truly enjoy the benefits brought by the new law.

The so-called "Great Way of the Sages" and the so-called "ethical principles" naturally crumble on their own.

……

The storm gradually subsided.

The capital city has returned to its former prosperity and hustle and bustle.

However, everyone knows this.

This country is different now.

A profound top-down transformation is quietly taking place.

The epicenter of this transformation was within the Phoenix Palace.

However, it was a scene of warmth and peace.

After finishing the last memorial of the day, Murong Yan stretched wearily.

She looked up at the pitch-black night sky outside the window, a hint of barely perceptible gentleness flashing in her clear, moon-like phoenix eyes.

"My husband," she called softly.

"Hmm?" Lin Zhen, who was reading a book nearby, looked up when she heard the sound, and a gentle smile appeared on her face.

"I'm hungry." Murong Yan looked at him, her voice carrying a hint of the coquettishness that she only showed in front of him.

"What do you want to eat?" Lin Zhen put down his book, walked to her side, and lifted her up from the large phoenix chair.

"I want to eat the osmanthus cake you made." Murong Yan gently rested her head on Lin Zhen's shoulder.

Today, she is still wearing the ultimate black phoenix descending to earth dress.

That's all; the embroidered robe is no longer an option, just worn casually.

The five-zhang-long, dark gold trail glided silently across the ground as Lin Zhen walked, like a black galaxy flowing with starlight.

On the hem of the skirt, a giant phoenix woven with real gold thread stands tall, its eyes slightly closed under the illumination of the palace lanterns, as if it, along with its owner, is enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.

"Okay." Lin Zhen smiled, picked her up, and walked towards the imperial kitchen. "Today, I'll let you taste my unique cooking."