On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Wushe bowed slightly, pondered for a moment, and then spoke, "Your Majesty, the path of martial arts is like climbing a mountain. There are no shortcuts, only gradual progress and perseverance. Your Majesty is extremely talented and diligent, and your progress is now rapid. I assert that in time, Your Majesty will become the world's greatest master."

Murong Yan raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and a confident smile bloomed.

"My ambition is not to dominate the martial arts world, but to protect the people of this country."

"Your Majesty is holy."

Murong Yan smiled and nodded, then stood up lightly.

At this moment, the moonlight was like water, pouring onto the stage, like a layer of clear silver frost, immersing everything in the world in this cold light.

Murong Yan's black phoenix robe instantly stole the limelight of the night.

The phoenix robe is made of black brocade. The brocade has a thick texture, but it gives off a soft luster under the moonlight.

The robe is embroidered with phoenixes of various shapes using gold and silver threads. The gold thread outlines the contours, and the silver thread runs through it, delicately carving out every wing and every feather of the phoenix.

These phoenixes either raise their heads and flap their wings; or look back and gaze; or face each other in pairs, playing affectionately.

They sparkled in the moonlight, and every flicker of light was like the jumping of stars, making the entire phoenix robe look like a flowing starry sky, carrying endless dignity and majesty.

The fifty-meter-long tail stretches on the ground, like the Milky Way falling into the mortal world, paving a dream road between the stage and the brick and stone ground.

The edge of the train is embroidered with delicate and intricate cloud patterns, layer upon layer, like clouds blown away and gathered by the wind, lively and elegant.

The moonlight penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on the trail, making the cloud patterns seem to come alive and float slowly.

As Murong Yan moved lightly, her tail rubbed against the brick floor, making a subtle but solemn rustling sound.

Wherever she passed, the moonlight was cut and crushed by her tail, and then gathered again, the light flickering and dreamy, as if she was not walking, but a god returning on the moon, step by step towards the depths of the bedroom with endless dignity and majesty.

On the way back to the palace, the moonlight covered the palace walls and corridors with silver gauze.

Murong Yan walked in front, and Musk Moon lagged behind half a step, following quietly.

Musk Moon was gentle and delicate, with a lively look in her eyes. She held a glass lamp in her hand, illuminating the bricks and stones under Murong Yan's feet.

Lin Zhen walked beside Murong Yan and suddenly said, "Yan'er, your husband is going to take a look at Gu Zhen. You go back first."

"it is good."

Lin Zhen walked away.

Murong Yan looked at his back and murmured, "Muyue, how long has it been since my husband last lived in the palace?"

"Your Majesty, it should have been more than a month."

"This bastard, he didn't even say he missed me. After finally coming to see me at night, he still went to Gu Zhen! Really!"

"Your Majesty, I have something to say but I'm not sure if I should say it."

"explain."

"Your Majesty is already an unrivaled martial artist and holds such high prestige among the people. In fact, you don't need to rely on the Crown Prince anymore."

Murong Yan glared at her with her cold eyes, making Sheyue tremble all over. "What do you mean?"

"This servant...this servant is saying that since Your Majesty initially wanted to rely on the Crown Prince to regain power, and now that power has returned to Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

"Shut up!" Murong Yan was so angry that she slapped Musk Moon in the face.

"Snapped!"

"what!"

She was very strong and slapped Musk Moon to the ground with one slap, and the palace lantern went out with a snap.

Murong Yan said, "Lin Zhen is my husband, this is a fact that no one can change. But I now doubt that you are from Xuanhemen!"

The moon was dim and the stars were sparse. The cold moonlight was like a thin layer of frost, evenly scattered among the palace complex.

The numerous palaces were shrouded in moonlight, casting deep shadows.

Murong Yan's face looked even colder in the moonlight, and her eyes were fixed on the shivering Musk Moon in front of her.

The stone road stretches into the distance, and the flying eaves and brackets of the surrounding palaces are like the fangs of a giant beast, standing in a dense forest, making this space even more depressing.

"Muyue," Murong Yan said, her voice cold and piercing the silence, "Are you a member of the Xuanhe Clan? Do not try to deceive me. Confess the truth, and perhaps I can spare your life."

Musk Moon collapsed on the cold stone slab, her delicate body trembling constantly, tears welling up in her eyes, and she shook her head repeatedly.

"No, I wish I were not from Xuanhemen..."

"Then why are you trying to sow discord between me and my husband? What are your intentions?"

"I just..."

Just when the atmosphere was tense and on the verge of breaking out, something unexpected happened.

A slight but rapid sound of clothes ripping in the wind filled the night sky, and six dark shadows, like ghosts, hurriedly jumped down from the roofs of the surrounding palaces.

They were agile and nimble, landing silently and instantly forming a formation, surrounding Murong Yan and Sheyue in the center.

Each of them held a short knife with a cold gleam in their hands. The blade reflected a cold light in the moonlight, revealing a bloodthirsty desire.

Murong Wushe stood quietly beside Murong Yan, like a steady mountain.

Seeing this, his eyes narrowed.

"Who is this madman who dares to sneak into the palace!" After saying this, his muscles tensed instantly, like a cheetah spotting its prey, ready to rush forward immediately.

However, Murong Yan waved her hand again, her expression calm and composed: "Stand back! You control Sheyue, I will deal with these people personally."

Although Murong Wushe was full of worries, he never objected to Murong Yan's orders. He turned around and was as swift as an eagle pouncing on a rabbit. In the blink of an eye, he was next to Musk Moon and held her firmly.

The six men in black were like puppets controlled by the same silk string. Not only did they not say a word, but their movements were also in unison, as if they had received some kind of instructions, and they rushed towards Murong Yan fiercely.

Murong Yan showed no fear at all. Her figure was as light as a swallow. Instead of retreating, she advanced and faced the enemy with her bare hands.

I saw her figure was agile and she moved freely among the flashing swords and shadows.

Her punches and kicks made a whistling sound, and each attack was precise and powerful, either hitting the enemy's face directly, making them see stars; or sweeping across the ribs, making the opponent bend over in pain.

The phoenix robe fluttered with her movements, and the phoenix on the robe seemed to come alive, flapping its wings as if ready to fly in the interweaving light of moonlight and sword.

The shining gold and silver threads sometimes reflected dazzling light, dazzling the enemy and creating a momentary flaw for Murong Yan's attack.

The pearl curtain on the phoenix crown jingled during the fierce fight, and the crisp sound disturbed the enemy's mind, making it difficult for them to concentrate.

When the man in black swung his knife, Murong Yan dodged to the side and swung the bead curtain hanging from the phoenix crown. The crystal, agate and tourmaline beads hit the enemy's face and hands like hidden weapons, catching them off guard and causing their offensive to stagnate.

As for the fifty-meter tail, although it looks cumbersome, it actually hides a mystery.

Murong Yan moved and turned, her tail circling on the ground.

A man in black tried to attack from behind, but was hit on the ankle by the tail, losing his balance and falling forward.

Murong Yan took advantage of the situation and pressed down hard with her elbow, hitting him on the back of the neck. The man in black groaned and passed out.

A man in black seized the opportunity and swung his sword diagonally from the left side. The sword whistled, as if he wanted to cut Murong Yan in two.

Murong Yan's eyes were cold, and she dodged to the side, avoiding the sharp edge by a hair's breadth. At the same time, her right hand shot out like lightning, accurately grasped the man's wrist, and twisted it hard.

There was a "click" sound, accompanied by the black-clothed man's scream like a pig being slaughtered, and his wrist was broken, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clang.

Murong Yan took advantage of the situation and did a roundhouse kick, hitting the man in the abdomen. The man in black flew out like a kite with a broken string, knocking down a potted plant on the roadside, and dirt and petals splattered everywhere.

Seeing this, another man in black attacked from behind and stabbed Murong Yan in the back with a knife.

Murong Yan seemed to have eyes behind her head. She squatted sideways and at the same time swept out her left leg like a whip, hitting the opponent's ankle directly.

The man in black lost his balance and fell forward. Murong Yan took advantage of the situation and attacked him, pressing down hard with her elbow, hitting him on the back of the neck. The man in black groaned and passed out.

At this time, the remaining four men in black looked at each other, a hint of determination flashed in their eyes, and their attacks became more fierce, forming a siege, trying to trap Murong Yan in the sword formation.

Murong Yan was not in a hurry. She took a deep breath and fought against four people alone. Her body was as fast as a ghost, dodging and moving in the sword array. Wherever her fists and feet reached, the men in black would be injured and fall to the ground.

Although Murong Wushe was assigned by Murong Yan to guard Sheyue, his eyes were always fixed on the battlefield.

Seeing Murong Yan gradually gaining the upper hand, he felt a little relieved, but he did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

At this moment, seeing two less seriously injured men in black trying to take advantage of the chaos to bite the poison in their mouths and commit suicide, he reacted extremely quickly, his body like lightning, and he rushed up in an instant.

The moment the men in black opened their mouths and took the poison, Murong Wushe kicked them hard on the chin.

Snapped--

Snapped--

Only two screams were heard.

The man in black's jaw was dislocated and the poison rolled to the side. They could only stare in vain, unable to commit suicide.

Soon, Murong Yan had knocked all the men in black to the ground.

Her hair was a little messy, but it did not detract from her innate dignity and majesty. Her chest rose and fell slightly, and her breathing was a little heaving, indicating that the fierce battle had consumed a lot of her physical strength.

Seeing this, Murong Wushe immediately called out to the patrolling guards in the distance. The guards were well-trained and rushed over quickly upon hearing the shouts. They rushed forward, tied up the struggling man in black with thick ropes, and dragged him away.

Murong Yan slowly walked up to the restrained Musk Moon and looked down at her with a cold gaze. "Musk Moon, it seems you know something about tonight's drama. Tell me, what exactly is the Xuanhe Sect planning? Did they send these people here to take my life, or do they have some other motive?"

Musk Moon had already burst into tears and shook her head desperately, "Your Majesty, I really don't know! I am a pure servant, having been in the palace since I was a child. I am devoted to Your Majesty and have no intention of betraying you!"

Murong Yan snorted coldly, "Even now, you're still stubborn. Wushe, bring her back to the palace. I want to interrogate her personally!"

Murong Wushe obeyed the order and took Sheyue away.