On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Although he was drunk, his movements were still as fast as lightning!

The five fingers of his right hand formed into claws, and with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, he grabbed the wrist of Princess Yuhua holding the dagger!

His left hand, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, pressed on her Jianjing acupoint!

Princess Yuhua's pupils suddenly shrank!

She had been practicing martial arts since she was young and had extraordinary skills. However, facing Lin Zhen's angry and lightning-fast attack, she felt an unprecedented sense of oppression!

She gritted her teeth and advanced instead of retreating!

With a flip of his wrist, the dagger drew a faint blue arc of light, cutting back the wrist that Lin Zhen had grabbed!

At the same time, his left leg was like a whip, with a sharp sound of wind, sweeping towards Lin Zhen's lower body!

The moves are brutal and it's a life-or-death fighting style!

"Bang! Bang! Clang!"

In the narrow new house, a strong wind suddenly filled the air!

The two figures crossed each other, fists and feet hit each other, and the sound of metal clashing!

The big red brocade was overturned to the ground, and the wedding wine pot and cups on the table were swept down by the strong wind and smashed to pieces!

Wine splashed everywhere, staining the smooth floor red. The candlelight flickered violently, casting the figures of the two men fighting on the wall, swaying violently like shadow puppets.

Princess Yuhua's martial arts were fierce and fierce, with the bravery and ruthlessness unique to Qin. She kept aiming at Lin Zhen's vital points with her dagger.

However, Lin Zhen's martial arts had already reached perfection. Even when drunk, his reaction, speed, strength and control over the battle situation were far beyond Princess Yuhua's reach.

He did not try to kill her, but focused on grappling and blocking, neutralizing her attacks like taming an unruly horse.

"Hey!"

There was a sound of tearing silk!

The wide cuffs of Princess Yuhua's wedding dress were torn by the powerful energy contained in Lin Zhen's fingertips, revealing a white wrist that was as white as snow.

On the wrist, there was a shocking red mark left by the internal force impact just now.

"You!" Princess Yuhua was shocked and angry, and her attack became more intense!

Lin Zhen's eyes turned cold, and he spotted her weakness. His left hand shot out like lightning, bypassing the cold light of the dagger and accurately grasping her wrist holding the dagger!

A powerful internal force instantly surged in!

"Ugh!" Princess Yuhua groaned in pain, feeling as if her wrist was crushed by a pair of pliers. The pain was so severe that she could no longer hold the dagger and it fell to the ground with a clang.

Lin Zhen took advantage of the situation and pulled her into his arms!

The other hand locked her waist tightly like an iron hoop!

"Let me go!" Princess Yuhua struggled hard, like a trapped beast, bent her knees and slammed into Lin Zhen's lower abdomen!

Lin Zhen sank his waist and abdomen, easily dissolving her knee attack, and at the same time, the arms that locked her waist suddenly tightened!

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and they could almost feel each other's violent heartbeats and burning body temperatures.

Princess Yuhua's refreshing fragrance, mixed with the faint scent of sweat, penetrated Lin Zhen's nostrils. The strong smell of alcohol and masculinity on Lin Zhen's body also completely enveloped her.

"That's enough!" Lin Zhen growled, his voice filled with unquestionable authority and a hint of irritation amplified by alcohol. "Yuhua! Have you had enough?"

Princess Yuhua's struggle suddenly stopped.

She raised her head, and the clear left eye under the mask stared at Lin Zhen's face so close to her.

The burning anger in his eyes was gradually replaced by a cold despair and humiliation.

She stopped struggling, but her body was as stiff as iron, every inch of her muscles was tense and full of resistance.

"You win." Her voice was hoarse, with a barely perceptible tremor. "Qin surrendered, and I married you. What else do you want?"

Lin Zhen lowered his head and looked at the face in his arms, which was so close to him and was a mixture of beauty and stubbornness.

The cold touch of the Fire Phoenix mask pressed against his jaw.

The clear bottom of his uncovered left eye reflected the flickering candlelight, as well as his own drunken and angry face.

The coldness and despair in his eyes were like a fine needle, piercing through the hostility that was rising from alcohol and anger.

He was silent for a moment, and the arm that was locked around her waist loosened slightly.

"This prince has never considered you a plaything." Lin Zhen's voice lowered, with a hint of hoarseness and fatigue that comes with drinking. "Marriage is a matter of state, but now that you have entered the palace, you are my consort. This is a fact."

Princess Yuhua pursed her lips and said nothing.

"I know you're unwilling to give in." Lin Zhen continued, his eyes fixed on her tightly pursed lips, "But resistance won't change anything. It will only bring you pain."

"Isn't it painful to obey?" Princess Yuhua's voice was filled with sarcasm.

"At least you can live a little easier." Lin Zhen said, "The palace is not a den of dragons and tigers, and I am not a tyrant. You are still Princess Yuhua, and no one can take away your pride and dignity."

Princess Yuhua's body seemed to relax slightly.

In that clear left eye, the cold despair faded slightly, replaced by a complex struggle and confusion.

"Tonight," Lin Zhen's voice was filled with an unquestionable determination, "Consummating the marriage is a ritual, and it is also your responsibility as the princess. I will not force you, but you must understand that this is unavoidable."

He released his grip on her waist and took a step back, creating some distance between them.

He looked at her calmly, waiting for her choice.

There was dead silence in the new house.

The only sounds were the crackling of the burning candle and the slightly heavy breathing of the two people.

The broken pieces of the wine cup gleamed faintly in the candlelight, and the air was filled with the aroma of wine, powder, and a silent tension.

Princess Yuhua stood there, her body still stiff.

She looked into Lin Zhen's deep and calm eyes, then looked down at the dagger on the ground that was emitting a faint blue light.

After a long time, she slowly raised her hand, her fingertips trembling, and touched the cold Fire Phoenix mask on her face.

"Okay." A very light, yet unusually clear voice escaped from her tightly pursed lips, with a resigned determination and exhaustion, "I agree."

She closed her uncovered left eye, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow in the candlelight, and trembled slightly.

His body was still tense, like a prisoner waiting to be slaughtered.

When Lin Zhen looked at her like this, he didn't feel any sense of success in his heart, but instead felt a complicated and indescribable feeling.

He stepped forward again, his movements no longer rough, but slow and solemn, almost like a ritual.

He stretched out his hand, his fingertips lightly brushing the edge of her cold Fire Phoenix mask, and then slowly reached behind her head.

Princess Yuhua's body trembled violently, but she did not resist anymore.

Lin Zhen untied the red-gold phoenix hairpin from her bun.

Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, spreading over her shoulders and softening the sharpness of her bright red wedding dress.

Then, his fingertips fell on the straps of the half Fire Phoenix mask.

Princess Yuhua's body tensed to the extreme in an instant, and her tightly closed left eye suddenly opened, revealing a trace of panic and fragility that was difficult to conceal.

"Don't," she whispered subconsciously, her voice trembling slightly.

Lin Zhen's hand paused.

He looked into those eyes that revealed such obvious vulnerability for the first time and was silent for a moment.

"This thing is your defense," he whispered, "I will not force you."

He withdrew his hand and gently brushed away the scattered hair on her cheek.

His fingertips brushed across her smooth and delicate skin, bringing a slight shudder.

Princess Yuhua's tense body seemed to relax slightly because he gave up taking off the mask.

The panic in that left eye was gradually replaced by a resigned silence.

Lin Zhen said nothing more, but leaned down and kissed her tightly pursed, rosy lips with a strong smell of alcohol and an irresistible force.

Princess Yuhua's body instantly stiffened like a rock, and her hands subconsciously pressed against his chest, but she ultimately did not push him away.

She closed her eyes tightly, and her long eyelashes trembled violently, like a butterfly in the wind.

From the corner of the left eye that was not covered by the mask, a crystal teardrop silently slid down and disappeared into the black hair.

The big red wedding candles are still burning, shedding hot wax.

The broken pieces of the wine cup reflected a cold luster under the candlelight.

The bridal chamber was filled with the aroma of wine, powder, blood, and a silent sense of compromise and submission. Imperial Capital, Purple Palace.

The morning light of late winter shines through the towering glazed window lattices and falls on the cold golden brick floor, reflecting the solemn and dignified atmosphere in the hall.

The charcoal brazier dispelled the chill, but it could not dispel the tangible pressure that permeated the air.

Empress Murong Yan sat high on the Nine Dragon Golden Chair, wearing a phoenix crown and a red robe, with a dignified demeanor. Her calm gaze swept over the civil and military officials standing solemnly in the palace.

King Lin Zhen of Zhenbei was wearing a black robe with coiled dragons, sitting at the first seat on the left side under the imperial steps. His deep eyes were calm and peaceful, like a deep pool or ancient well, but brewing a storm.

"Your Majesty," Lin Zhen slowly stood up, his black cloak fluttering in the wind. His voice was steady and powerful, piercing the silence of the hall. "Everything in the northern border has been settled. Qin has surrendered. The Rouran have fled far away.

Tubo temporarily stopped. Only Han remained in Liaodong and Liaoxi, putting up a stubborn resistance.

The hall was completely silent, with everyone's eyes focused on him.

"King Han An of Han is stubborn, cruel, and aggressive, fueling public resentment." Lin Zhen's voice turned cold. "He has repeatedly invaded our borders, plundered merchants, and harassed residents. He has even secretly colluded with Southern Chu to plot nefarious activities. He is a serious threat that must be eliminated."

His eyes flashed as he swept over the ministers: "This spring, I intend to send troops to Liaodong to ravage the land and annihilate the Kingdom of Han in one fell swoop, eliminating the threat to the northern border forever!"

"boom!"