On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The fighting in Xishan Gewuyuan Square has reached a fever pitch.

The rebels attacked the iron defense line formed by Lin Zhen's personal guards and the new army in front of the imperial steps in waves like a tide. The sounds of arrows breaking through the air, the roar of muskets, the clashing of swords and the screams of the dying were intertwined and deafening.

The smell of blood and gunpowder was so strong that it was sickening. The once solemn and dignified ceremonial site had turned into a Shura battlefield.

Murong Yan was tightly protected by Lin Zhen, trapped within the final barrier of shields and flesh and blood constructed by the guards. Her face was as pale as paper, her breathing was rapid, and her hands under the wide flared sleeves tightly grasped the material of Lin Zhen's python robe at the waist, her knuckles white from the force.

The extremely luxurious black ink robe with a hundred phoenixes on it became the most abrupt and frightening presence on the chaotic battlefield.

The extremely dark black background seemed to absorb all the blood and murderous intent around it, presenting an extremely quiet and strange beauty, which formed a shocking contrast with the mess and blood on the ground.

On the robe, the one hundred phoenixes embroidered with gold, silver and colorful threads were still gorgeous and dazzling. The wings of red gold, rose gold, silver and purple gold reflected the cold and jumping light under the reflection of swords and sabers. The gems on the phoenix eyes were like solidified blood drops and ice. The posture of the hundred phoenixes was still arrogant, as if they were looking down at this tragedy in the world with cold eyes.

The extremely wide flared sleeves swayed slightly due to her trembling, and the black pearl tassels on the edge of the cuffs were stained with a few drops of dark red blood that had splashed there at some unknown time, like red plum blossoms in the snow, dazzling and shocking.

The giant black jewel-studded tail, which was three meters long and seamlessly connected to the robe, was in an extremely embarrassing situation.

It was no longer held up by palace maids, but mostly spread out on the blood-stained white marble floor, trampled and dragged by hurried footsteps (whether of the royal guards or the occasional intruders). The black diamonds, black jade and deep sapphires inlaid on it were covered with dust and blood, and their brilliance dimmed.

There were also a few places where it was cut by swords or caught by boot soles, revealing the dark brocade lining, like the remaining feathers of a wounded phoenix, with a broken and sad beauty.

This tail was no longer a symbol of honor, but instead became a huge burden, severely restricting Murong Yan's movements, making it almost impossible for her to move, and completely dependent on Lin Zhen's protection.

"Lin Zhen, you traitor! Prepare to die!" A loud shout was heard, and a fierce rebel general broke through the array of muskets, holding a thick-backed machete in his hand, his body covered in blood, and rushed towards Lin Zhen on the imperial steps like a mad tiger!

"Protect the prince!" The captain of the guards roared and led his men to fight to the death to intercept.

Lin Zhen's eyes sharpened, and he pushed Murong Yan further behind him. With his backhand, he drew a strangely shaped short gun from his waist, gleaming with a faint blue sheen. This was the latest rapid-fire musket developed by the Institute of Gewu. With lightning speed, he raised his hand and fired!

"Bang! Bang!" The two gunshots rang out almost in unison. The rebel general, charging forward, suddenly froze, two balls of blood bursting from his chest. He looked down in disbelief, then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Smoke curled from the muzzle of the gun. Lin Zhen's face was stern, his arm holding the gun steady as a rock. He turned back and glanced at Murong Yan, confirming that she was alright. The coldness in his eyes instantly turned into a hint of comfort.

Murong Yan stared at the fallen rebel general in shock, then at the powerful new firearm in Lin Zhen's hand, her heart pounding. She had never witnessed the cruelty of war and Lin Zhen's decisive killing ruthlessness so closely before.

At this moment, something strange happened again!

Several rockets screamed towards the back of the imperial steps, their target not being people, but the piles of ceremonial objects, brocade, and wooden components! Instantly, fire broke out! Thick smoke billowed!

"Cough cough..." Murong Yan started coughing due to the thick smoke, and her vision was obstructed.

"Yan'er!" Lin Zhen pulled her closer, shielding her from the smoke with his cloak. In the firelight, the phoenix pattern on her black robe loomed in the smoke, adding a touch of thrill.

"Your Highness! The fire is spreading. We can't hold on here any longer! We need to break out and join the new troops outside!" the captain of the guard shouted anxiously. The rebels seemed to have changed their strategy, attempting to use fire to create chaos.

Lin Zhen looked around, seeing the flames, thick smoke, sounds of fighting, and the rebels' increasingly frantic attacks... He made a quick decision.

"Contract formation! Break out to the southeast corner! There are artillery positions there to provide support!" Lin Zhen ordered, his voice steady and powerful, instantly stabilizing the morale of the troops.

He lowered his head to look at Murong Yan, whose eyes were filled with tears due to smoke and shock. His eyes fell on her three-meter-long tail, which was heavy and had become a burden, without the slightest hesitation.

"Yan'er, I'm sorry." He said in a deep voice. Before he finished speaking, a dagger with a cold glow appeared in his hand - it was not an ordinary weapon, but a precision tool he carried with him to disassemble and examine the mechanism of firearms.

Under Murong Yan's surprised gaze, Lin Zhen leaned over and swung his knife!

"Tsk-!"

An extremely crisp sound of silk breaking even briefly drowned out the surrounding noise!

The three-meter-long, extremely gorgeous, inlaid with countless treasures, and symbolizing her supreme honor, the black train was actually cut off by Lin Zhen at the connection between the robes!

The heavy tail lost its support in an instant, like a lifeless black python, slumped to the ground, submerged in blood, dust and mess. The sparkling gems on it reflected the firelight for the last time, and then completely dimmed.

Murong Yan felt a lightness behind her, the heaviness that had been holding her back all day suddenly vanishing. She instinctively turned back and saw the train that had accompanied her through countless grand ceremonies, a symbol of her ultimate authority, lying like discarded brocade on the filthy ground. Her heart suddenly clenched, and an indescribable complex emotion surged within her.

It felt like relief, yet also like loss and heartache. It wasn't just a piece of clothing, it was the glory he gave her, the glory that became one with her...

"Husband..." Her voice was choked with sobs as she looked at Lin Zhen.

"It's okay," Lin Zhen said firmly, looking at her firmly, as if he could see through her thoughts. "It's just a dead object! Protecting you is the most important thing! After we return to the palace, I'll have someone make you a better one!"

His tone was unquestionable, with a decisiveness that was overwhelming in times of crisis.

After saying this, he no longer glanced at the lost train. With his arms exerting force, he lifted up Murong Yan, who was slightly off balance due to the loss of the train. Her black robe, with the train cut off, now looked like a gorgeous but incomplete battle robe, with its wide trumpet sleeves fluttering in the air.

"Hold me tight!" Lin Zhen shouted softly, holding the gun in one hand and holding her tightly with the other, he jumped down the imperial steps!

"Protect the emperor! Break through!" The guards roared, and with Lin Zhen as the core, they formed a spearhead formation and charged fiercely towards the southeast!

Lin Zhen's movements were lightning-fast, his footwork uncanny. He fired his short rifle repeatedly, precisely clearing the obstacles ahead. With each blast, a rebel fell to the ground. His eyes were cold and sharp, and he exuded a terrifying murderous aura, a stark contrast to the gentle and affectionate man he usually was.

Murong Yan hugged his neck tightly, burying her face in his strong shoulder, not daring to look at the tragic scene around her. She could feel the tenseness of his muscles, the force of each dodge and leap, and the recoil from the short gun when it was fired.

The luxurious black robe rustled in the strong wind, and its torn hem and wide flared sleeves brushed against the blood-stained ground and the fallen corpses.

The rebels discovered their intention and surrounded them even more frantically. Arrows rained down like rain, and many of the personal guards were shot and fell, but their formation remained intact and they continued to advance resolutely.

Suddenly, a rebel soldier stabbed with a gun from the side!

Lin Zhen was dealing with the enemy in front and seemed unable to return to defend!

"Husband, be careful!" Murong Yan caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye, screamed in shock, and subconsciously wanted to block it with her body!

At the critical moment, Lin Zhen seemed to have eyes on his back. He hugged her waist and spun around suddenly, while kicking her foot accurately on the gun barrel!

The spear swung, and the rebel staggered, then was killed by a sword from a guard nearby!

The whole process happened in a flash. Lin Zhen looked down at the person in his arms, who had closed his eyes in fear, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, just hold on tight."

Murong Yan opened her eyes and saw his resolute jawline and calm eyes. The fear in her heart was miraculously dispelled. She nodded vigorously and hugged him tighter.

Finally, after paying a heavy price, the breakout team broke through the rebels' densest encirclement!

The view ahead suddenly became clear, and I saw an army with a completely different armor system standing ready for battle. Several new black cannons were already aimed at the pursuing rebels!

"Prince! Your Majesty!" the leading general shouted loudly.

"Fire!" Lin Zhen ordered without hesitation!

“BOOM——!!!” “BOOM——!!!” “BOOM——!!!”

A deafening roar of artillery suddenly erupted, shaking the earth! Shells whistled and fell into the pursuers, instantly throwing people and horses to the ground, and blood and flesh flew everywhere! The rebels' offensive was stalled, and their formation was in chaos!

The absolute power of firearms was fully demonstrated at this moment!

Lin Zhen held Murong Yan and quickly entered the safe rear formation.

Only at this moment did he breathe a sigh of relief and looked down at the person in his arms: "Yan'er, are you okay?"

Murong Yan raised her head from his arms. Her little face was still pale, her hair was a little messy, and her luxurious black robe was covered with dust, blood and smoke stains. The edge of the flared sleeve was even singed by sparks, making her look disheveled.

But the dark black background and the hundred phoenix patterns on it still stubbornly demonstrated their inviolable dignity against the backdrop of gunpowder smoke.

She looked at the wound on Lin Zhen's shoulder that was still bleeding, the sweat on his forehead and his determined eyes, shook her head, and said in a slightly trembling but very clear voice: "I'm fine...husband, your injury..."

"It's just a minor injury." Lin Zhen glanced at the wound nonchalantly and carefully set her down, still holding her close to him. He raised his hand and gently wiped away the ash that had stained her cheek with his fingertips. His eyes fell on the torn hem of her robe, and a subtle hint of heartache and anger flashed in his eyes.

"Murong Hong! Murong Zhang!" He looked towards the rebels, his voice as cold as ice, filled with raging rage. "You've damaged Yan'er's phoenix robe... You deserve to die!"

The cannons continued to roar, and the final battle to quell the rebellion had begun. Lin Zhen's gaze never left the Empress beside him, who, though her robes were tattered and her hair disheveled, still managed to maintain her dignity and leaned closely against him.

The torn black robe was like the wings of a phoenix that had experienced a storm. Although damaged, it seemed more resilient and inviolable.