On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The battle for Xishan Gewuyuan has reached a fever pitch.

The rebels were like a surging tide, frantically attacking the iron defense line formed by Lin Zhen's personal guards and the new army in front of the imperial steps.

The sound of metal clashing was deafening, muskets roared, arrows whistled, and blood and flesh flew everywhere. The once solemn and dignified square had turned into a tragic battlefield, and the smell of blood and gunpowder was so strong that it was suffocating.

However, in the center of this chaos and killing, above the Royal Steps, there exists a strange absolute domain that seems to be guarded by an invisible force.

Murong Yan was not protected by Lin Zhen.

She stood before the phoenix chair, her posture as straight as a pine tree, her face as cold as ice, and her eyes, which were usually lazy and affectionate, were now sharp as lightning, containing unquestionable majesty and anger.

What she was wearing was the extremely gorgeous black and gold "Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" skirt, which symbolized the supreme imperial power of Daqian.

The base color of the dress is extremely dark, but it is darker than the deepest night and more transparent than the smoothest black jade. Under the reflection of the blood, fire and smoke, it is not dim at all. Instead, it presents a texture that swallows all light and reflects a dark golden light from the inside. It is mysterious, noble and inviolable.

The robe was not embroidered with a hundred phoenixes as before, but was woven with the finest twisted gold thread, red gold foil, and dark gold silk, using the peerless "gold embossed pattern" and "feather embroidery" techniques to create an incomparably huge phoenix that occupied the entire robe, with its neck stretched out and singing, and wings spread out as if ready to fly!

Every feather of this giant phoenix is ​​clearly visible, with distinct layers, and its tail feathers spread out in a long line, covering the entire hem and front of the skirt.

The main body of the phoenix feather is a deep dark gold, with the edges outlined in bright gold, and the feather tips are dotted with tiny obsidian and dark sapphires, reflecting cold and dazzling starlight in the light.

The phoenix's head is held high, and its eyes are inlaid with two huge, perfectly cut dragon-eye chrysoberyls, sharp as lightning, as if they can see through people's hearts. The bird's beak is inlaid with black gold, sparkling with a cold and hard luster.

The entire giant phoenix is ​​lifelike, gorgeous and noble to the extreme, and majestic, as if it will take off its robe in the next moment, soar into the sky, and suppress all rebellion in the world with its supreme majesty!

The cuffs of the extremely wide flared sleeves are not of ordinary curvature, but are cut into the shape of layered phoenix feathers. The edges are decorated with fine black gold flakes polished into a teardrop shape and tassels made of black gold beads. The glittering light shines as she moves, and the collision produces a low and noble sound of metal and stone, without appearing frivolous at all.

The giant black and gold train inlaid with gems, which was three meters long and seamlessly connected to the robe, became the most breathtaking existence in the whole venue!

It was not held up by any palace maids or female officials, but with its own absolute weight and magnificence, it naturally and heavily drooped, spread, and meandered down from the highest point of the imperial steps like a living, flowing black and gold galaxy!

On the train, a pattern of thousands of submissive birds paying homage to the phoenix is ​​embroidered with finer gold thread, and in between are densely inlaid with countless black diamonds, black jade, black gold, dark red rubies and deep blue sapphires of different sizes and perfect cuts, outlining the patterns of clouds and stars.

Under the illumination of blood, fire and sunlight, the tail madly reflected the cold, bright and dazzling light that was impossible to look directly at, like a slowly moving, solidified, and luxurious black and gold galaxy!

Its beauty, heaviness and majesty have transcended the scope of clothing and become a substantial and overwhelming symbol of power!

She wore a matching, even heavier black-gold crown inscribed with a Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix. Twelve strings of black-gold pearl tassels held in the phoenix's mouth dangled down in front of her forehead, swaying slightly. This made her beauty even more extraordinary and majestic, making her look unbearable to be looked at directly!

She just stood there, her gorgeous clothes intact, her train perfect, as if the bloody fighting and flying dirt around her could not get close to her!

The extremely heavy black and gold dress and the three-meter train were no longer a burden at this moment. Instead, they became the most intuitive embodiment of her supreme authority and calmness!

She didn't mind the heaviness at all. Her upright figure seemed to be integrated with the gorgeous dress, emitting a majestic aura that could suppress everything!

"Your Majesty..." Some rebels who were still resisting occasionally caught a glimpse of the black and gold figure on the imperial steps, which looked like a god descending to earth. They couldn't help but feel awe in their hearts, and their movements slowed down a bit.

Lin Zhen did not stand in front of her, but stood half a step behind her.

He was wearing a crimson and purple dragon-patterned battle robe stained with blood. Holding the strange golden pistol in his hand, his eyes were as cold as a knife as he scanned the battlefield, giving precise commands and eliminating every threat that tried to approach.

He and she, one is in charge of killing, the other is in charge of maintaining majesty, they complement each other and are one!

"Murong Hong! Murong Zhang!" Lin Zhen's voice rang out again, pouring in his inner strength and drowning out the clamor of the battlefield. "Traitor! Reveal yourself and receive your death!"

In response, he heard a roar of shock and anger from the rebels' rear: "Impossible! What is that?! That clothes..."

It was obvious that Murong Hong or Murong Zhang was captivated by the sight of Murong Yan's clothes, which were beyond imagination gorgeous and incredibly intact, and they felt a moment of hesitation and doubt.

At this moment!

Lin Zhen moved!

His eyes flashed, and he caught the approximate direction from which the sound came. He raised the golden pistol in his hand at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Four extremely rapid gunshots nearly ripped the air apart! Four specially crafted steel bullets weren't fired at ordinary rebels. Instead, they tracked the sound and, at an extremely tricky angle, pierced the chaotic battlefield and shot directly at the rebels' rear command center!

"Ugh!"

"Protect the prince!"

Screams and exclamations rang out simultaneously from behind the rebels!

Murong Hong and Murong Zhang's temporary command center was in chaos! Murong Hong's shoulder blade was instantly shattered by a bullet, and the command flag in his hand fell!

Murong Zhang was even more miserable. One bullet grazed his scalp and knocked off his hair crown, while another one smashed the head of a trusted general beside him, and red and white stuff splattered all over him!

Lin Zhen's marksmanship has reached perfection! Capture the leader first!

The commander-in-chief was injured, and the rebels' already shaky command system collapsed instantly!

"Those who surrender will not be killed!" Lin Zhen took advantage of the situation and roared, his voice shaking the whole area.

"Those who surrender will not be killed!!" The new army and the imperial guards roared in unison, their momentum as high as a rainbow!

The rebels finally collapsed completely, throwing away their weapons in large numbers and kneeling down to beg for mercy.

The fighting quickly subsided.

The smoke of gunpowder still filled the air, but the sounds of killing had ceased, leaving only the groans of the wounded and the gasps of the victors.

Murong Yan still stood on the imperial steps, her black and gold skirt with a pattern of birds paying homage to the phoenix fluttering gently in the breeze. The giant phoenix pattern looked even more majestic in the dissipating smoke. The three-meter-long train was steadily supported by the female officials, shining and intact, as if the bloody fight just now had never happened, without a trace of blood stain or scratch left.

Lin Zhen turned around and walked up to her. His battle robe was stained with blood, and there was an obvious knife wound on his shoulder that was still bleeding, but he didn't care.

He raised his head, gazing at her standing on the high steps, dressed in the most gorgeous clothes, looking majestic, his eyes filled with endless admiration, pride and love.

"Yan'er," he said, his voice slightly hoarse from his previous roar, but unusually gentle, "the rebel has been pacified."

Murong Yan nodded slightly, her majestic gaze slowly sweeping over the kneeling rebels and the soldiers clearing the battlefield below. She raised her hand slightly beneath her trumpet sleeves, and her voice, clear and steady, echoed throughout the room: "Everyone, please stand. Eliminate the remaining rebels, treat the wounded, and rectify the situation."

"Your Majesty, we obey!" The response rang out like a thunderous roar, full of awe and submission.

After giving the order, Murong Yan returned her gaze to Lin Zhen. Seeing the wound on his shoulder and the blood on his body, her stern gaze instantly melted, turning into a deep and unbearable heartache.

She took a step forward, her wide trumpet sleeves brushing against his arm. Her voice lowered, with a barely perceptible tremor: "Husband...your injury..."

"That's all right." Lin Zhen took her slightly cool hand beneath her flared sleeves and squeezed it gently, his gaze lingering on her flawless and elegant gown. His tone was filled with admiration and a hint of teasing, "My Yan'er was truly dazzling today... and awe-inspiring. If the rebels saw this, they'd probably be intimidated before the battle even began."

Murong Yan's cheeks flushed slightly as she glanced at him in reproach, and the giant phoenix on her black and gold dress swayed slightly: "My husband still has the mind to joke..." But seeing that he was still in the mood to joke, she knew that his injury was indeed not serious, and she felt a little relieved.

Lin Zhen chuckled softly, took a step forward, stood shoulder to shoulder with her, and looked at Murong Hong and Murong Zhang who were escorted here in a dishevel.

When the two saw Murong Yan's undamaged, gorgeous and majestic black and gold phoenix dress, especially the giant phoenix that seemed like it would pounce down and tear them to pieces at any time, their eyes showed incredible fear and despair.

They couldn't understand how she could maintain such...miraculous perfection and majesty in such a chaotic battlefield?

Murong Yan swept her cold eyes over them without saying a word, but the absolute authority and oppression brought by the gorgeous clothes made the two of them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave. They trembled all over and didn't even have the courage to look up.

"Take him away." Lin Zhen ordered calmly, his tone indifferent, as if he was disposing of garbage.

The rebels were taken away and the battlefield cleanup work was carried out in an orderly manner.

Lin Zhen then looked at Murong Yan again and extended his hand: "Yan'er, this place is filthy, let's go back to the palace."

Murong Yan nodded and placed her hand in his palm. He did not hug her, but supported her and walked down the imperial steps step by step steadily.

The three-meter-long black and gold jewel-studded train moved smoothly under the precise control of the female officials, like a flowing, luxurious black and gold river, slowly sliding across the blood-stained ground, but miraculously it was not stained with any filth, always maintaining the ultimate brilliance and cleanliness.

Wherever he passed, all the soldiers bowed their heads, not daring to look directly at the overly dazzling honor.

After boarding the imperial chariot, the curtains were lowered, blocking out the view of the outside world.

Murong Yan then relaxed her straight back slightly and leaned towards Lin Zhen. Her hand under her flared sleeves gently touched the wound on his shoulder, her eyes moist with tears. "Go back and ask the imperial physician to treat you immediately..."

"Okay." Lin Zhen embraced her, lowered his head and kissed the top of her head. His eyes fell on her gorgeous dress again, and he sighed softly, "This dress has done a great service today."

Murong Yan leaned in his arms, feeling the sense of security and belonging brought by the heavy dress, and whispered softly: "As long as I wear it, it feels like my husband is always by my side... No matter how heavy it is, I like it."

The imperial chariot set off, escorted by the victorious army, and sailed away from this land that was gradually returning to peace. Inside the chariot, the black and gold phoenix nestled against her dragon, her magnificent attire still intact, a peaceful and tranquil life.