On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The trip to Guangling ended successfully and the date of return has been set.

Before leaving, the governor of Guangling and a group of officials held a banquet at the canal dock to see off the emperor and empress.

The banquet was held on an extremely magnificent and gorgeous ship named "Jinfanfang".

This ship is usually only used by royal nobles. It is extremely luxurious with carved beams and painted buildings.

Although it is a farewell banquet, the rituals cannot be abolished.

Murong Yan was still wearing the bright yellow kesi phoenix skirt with the nine dragon and four phoenix patterns shining brightly. The two-meter-long cloud brocade train, embroidered with a vast landscape of rivers and mountains, was carefully held by eight palace maids and spread on the smooth deck of the ship, reflecting the sparkling waves of the canal.

The twelve tassels of the phoenix coronet swayed gently, unable to conceal the languid and gentle light in her eyes, brought on by a slight intoxication. The fatigue of the last few days was slightly relieved in the relaxed atmosphere of the banquet.

Lin Zhen sat beside her, and his Duke's casual attire made him look handsome.

He didn't say much, only occasionally exchanging a few words with the officials beside him, but his eyes always swept across the entire venue unnoticed, and he was always paying attention to Murong Yan's condition and the surrounding environment of the huge trailing horse.

Years of tacit understanding made him deeply aware that this gorgeous and heavy court robe was not only a symbol of majesty, but also a huge burden and potential risk.

After three rounds of drinking, the feast reached its climax. Guangling City's best music troupe performed at the bow of the boat. The sounds of stringed instruments were melodious and pleasant, and the dancers fluttered their sleeves with graceful movements.

Murong Yan tilted her head slightly and whispered to Lin Zhen, her voice slightly soft and mellow after drinking: "Husband, this song "Spring River Moon Night" is quite suitable for this scene."

Lin Zhen smiled and was about to respond when he suddenly caught a glimpse of unusual movement out of the corner of his eye!

A low-ranking servant standing at the end of the officials' seats holding a wine jug suddenly had a fierce look in his eyes that was extremely inconsistent with his status!

He suddenly threw away the wine jug, turned his wrist, and a short blade with a dark blue light slipped out from his sleeve. His figure suddenly rose up like a ghost, not rushing towards Murong Yan, but rushing straight towards the huge tail embroidered with a picture of rivers and mountains that was spread on the deck!

His intention was obvious: to destroy the imperial robes that symbolized the country and its people, and to humiliate the dignity of the empress in front of everyone!

They may even take the opportunity to cause chaos and do something even more sinister!

"Escort!"

The guard leader's exclamation sounded almost simultaneously with the assassin's action!

But the incident happened too suddenly, and the assassin's target was not a person but an object, and the angle was extremely tricky. No matter how quickly the guards reacted, they were still a moment too late to intercept!

All the guests were stunned by this sudden change, and the singing and music came to an abrupt end.

Just as the poisoned short blade was about to slash through the exquisite embroidered scroll of mountains and rivers—

Murong Yan, who was sitting on the Phoenix Throne, moved!

She seemed to have sensed this, or perhaps it was the instinctive reaction of a peerless master. The moment the assassin suddenly attacked, the soft, lazy aura around her, caused by the influence of alcohol and the heavy crown and clothing, instantly subsided, replaced by an icy, sharp edge!

She didn't stand up—the heavy phoenix crown and train didn't allow her to make any drastic movements—but her right hand, which was resting on the armrest, pressed lightly, seemingly casually.

The next moment, everyone saw a flash before their eyes!

Murong Yan's seated figure seemed to sway slightly, then seemed completely motionless. But a condensed, intangible, yet incredibly sharp gust of wind shot out from her fingertips! It struck the assassin's wrist with incredible precision, striking him first.

"laugh!"

A slight sound, like the sound of air breaking leather.

The assassin screamed, his wrist aching with pain, as if pierced by an invisible sword. The short blade flew out of his hand and landed on the deck with a clang, just three feet away from the tail! The poisoned tip of the blade even scratched a tiny black mark on the deck.

The assassin's eyes were filled with disbelief and horror. He had never imagined that this seemingly frail empress, dressed in heavy court robes, could possess such martial arts skills! Moreover, even in a restricted sitting position and with heavy robes, she could still unleash such precise and sharp finger power!

It all happened so fast, from the assassin's sudden appearance to his being stopped, it only took a breath.

Almost at the same time when Murong Yan sent out the wind with her finger, Lin Zhen also moved!

He didn't watch the assassin's fate, because he completely trusted Murong Yan's judgment and skills. His goal was to stabilize the situation and prevent a second chaos from injuring Murong Yan and the huge tail.

He stood up, but did not draw his sword. Instead, he shouted in a deep voice, like thunder, instantly silencing all the commotion in the room: "Silence! Stay where you are!"

This shout contained internal force, which made the panicked officials and guests subconsciously freeze in place, avoiding the possibility of the tail being pulled or Murong Yan being hit due to the panic stampede.

At the same time, his figure flashed and he passed through the banquet like a breeze. He did not rush towards the assassin, but stood firmly beside Murong Yan's throne, guarding her. His eyes were like lightning, scanning the entire room to guard against other possible accomplices.

The guards finally arrived at this moment and quickly subdued and took away the assassin whose wrist was disabled and whose face showed despair.

There was dead silence on the ship, with only the sound of the canal water hitting the hull.

Everyone looked at the Phoenix Throne in shock.

Murong Yan slowly withdrew her hand, her posture still dignified, as if the earth-shattering move she had just made had never been made.

Only Lin Zhen, who was closest to her, could see tiny beads of sweat on her smooth forehead beneath the jade tassel, caused by the instant mobilization of true energy and the pressure of the crown and clothes.

She glanced at the subdued assassin through the swaying jade pendant, then swept across the entire audience, all in a state of shock. Her voice was calm, yet filled with undeniable authority: "A mere scoundrel, attempting to damage my attire and disturb my mind, is utterly ridiculous. Drag him away and interrogate him strictly."

"We obey your order!" The guards responded quickly, took the people away quickly, and increased vigilance.

Murong Yan then turned her gaze to Lin Zhen beside her and nodded slightly, her words speaking volumes. She then raised her glass to the ministers, her tone returning somewhat to its previous languid tone: "This is just a minor incident, not a distraction. My Lords, drink this glass to the full."

She continued to drink and feast as if nothing had happened!

All the officials finally woke up from their dreams and raised their glasses in haste, but their hearts were already filled with turmoil!

They were not only shocked by the existence of an assassin, but also shocked by the Empress's hidden and peerless martial arts!

Under such restricted circumstances, he was able to resolve the crisis so easily!

This young empress is far more unfathomable than they imagined!

Lin Zhen breathed a sigh of relief and raised his glass as well.

He knew that Murong Yan was using the strongest gesture to stabilize people's hearts and tell everyone that no storm could shake her rule.

The banquet continued, but the atmosphere was different, full of awe and fear.

Until the end of the banquet and the return of the emperor, no one dared to slack off.

He returned to the palace and dismissed his attendants.

Murong Yan finally relaxed a little, breathed a sigh of relief, and rubbed her right wrist which had just emitted the wind from her fingers.

It seemed easy, but in fact it required mobilizing pure internal energy in an instant, and precisely controlling the force to penetrate space and hit the target, and avoiding interference from her heavy sleeves and crown, which was also a huge drain on her.

Lin Zhen stepped forward, naturally holding her wrist, and slowly channeled his warm internal energy into her, soothing the subtle vibrations in her meridians.

"Don't force yourself next time," he said with a distressed tone, "I'm here for you."

Murong Yan let him hold her, feeling the soothing internal force flowing, and smiled slightly: "I can't always rely on my husband for everything. Besides,"

Her eyes flickered with a hint of cunning and pride, "I learned my martial arts from the world's number one sword master. How can I allow this little thief to tarnish the dignity of my Great Zhou?"

She paused, looking at the tail of her phoenix skirt that had been carefully gathered up by the palace maid, and whispered, "This country, this state, I was able to conquer with my own hands, and I can defend it with my own hands. No matter the turmoil in the court or the plots of these scoundrels."

Lin Zhen gazed at her, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration and love. His wife was both a graceful and elegant empress and a powerful warrior with exceptional martial arts skills.

She needs his protection, but she herself is a mountain that is worthy of admiration.

"Well," he gently held her in his arms, avoiding the heavy headdress that might not have been completely removed, "I know. But allow me to stand by your side and protect you together, okay?"

Murong Yan leaned on his strong chest, closed her eyes, and said "hmm" softly.

Outside the window, the moonlight on the canal is like water.

The thrilling experience on the ship has transformed into another unspoken understanding and trust between the emperor and the empress.

The train of the phoenix skirt embroidered with vast rivers and mountains was quietly displayed aside, as if silently telling: beneath the majesty, there are also thundering means; within the splendor, there is an unparalleled edge.