On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Although the smoke of the Tây Sơn Rebellion had dissipated, the trauma it brought was not immediately healed.

Parts of western Beijing suffered from the ravages of war, with houses destroyed and people displaced. Although the devastation was not as severe as in the heart of the battlefield, it was enough to cause people's livelihood to decline and panic.

After swiftly purging the remaining rebels and stabilizing the court, Regent Lin Zhen didn't indulge in political maneuvers, but instead focused on the suffering civilians. That day, before dawn, the central government of the Regent's Palace and the Imperial Palace was already operating efficiently. Vast quantities of food, medicinal herbs, cloth, and silver were quickly mobilized and transported to western Beijing by elite troops of the New Army.

However, Lin Zhen knew very well that while material relief was important, the emperor's personal presence and display of majesty played an irreplaceable role in stabilizing the people's hearts, deterring villains, and restoring the prestige of the court.

At noon, the sun shone through the morning mist and shone on the majestic main gate of the imperial city - Chengtian Gate.

The heavy, gold-studded, vermilion-lacquered palace gate slowly opened, and a solemn procession emerged, bearing dragon and phoenix banners, golden axes, and imperial guards in gleaming helmets and armor, their expressions solemn. However, the most striking aspect wasn't the grandeur of the imperial procession, but the immense, gilded, jewel-inlaid phoenix chariot at its center, drawn by eight immaculate, divinely-colored white horses.

The Phoenix Chariot was draped not with veils but with nearly transparent sheets of a special type of crystal glass, conveying a sense of dignity without completely obscuring vision. The figure seated within the chariot, reflected by the morning light and the glass, appeared hazy and mysterious, yet exuded an undeniable pressure.

The main streets and alleys in western Beijing, affected by the flood, had already been flooded with clean water, but instead of rolling out red carpets, a post-disaster solemnity prevailed. Elite New Army soldiers lined the streets, maintaining order, while allowing verified residents to observe from outside the cordon. Word had already spread that Her Majesty the Empress and His Royal Highness the Regent would personally visit to offer comfort! Countless citizens, young and old, eagerly awaited the arrival, their eyes filled with curiosity, awe, and a faint glimmer of hope.

The phoenix chariot slowly traveled along the somewhat dilapidated streets, finally stopping at the entrance to a market town that had been half-burned by a fire. The area was a scene of broken walls, charred trees, and a faint scent of smoke and fire in the air, forming a startling contrast with the lavish royal procession.

The chariot door opened, and Lin Zhen was the first to step down. He wore neither military uniform nor the dragon robe of a prince, but rather a dark blue silk brocade dress with a cloud pattern, a gold and jade belt, and a coiled dragon crown. He stood tall and straight, his face calm. His gaze swept across the aftermath of the disaster, sharp yet tinged with sadness. He didn't spare a glance at the people around him, but turned and extended his hand toward the chariot.

The next moment, all the people present, whether they were officials, soldiers or civilians, held their breath involuntarily, with an expression of incredible shock in their eyes!

Murong Yan, holding Lin Zhen's hand, slowly stepped down from the phoenix chariot. She wasn't wearing elaborate court attire, nor was she wearing simple everyday clothing. Instead, she was wearing the extremely gorgeous and heavy black and gold nightgown that had become her trademark!

In the bright morning sunlight, the nightgown's splendor and majesty were magnified to the utmost. Its profoundly black background seemed to absorb all light, projecting a texture more tranquil than the deepest night, softer than the smoothest black jade. Yet, from within, it shone a regal aura of deep blue and dark purple. Mysterious and noble, it contrasted with the surrounding scorched earth and ruins, creating a visual impact so dramatic it bordered on the absurd.

On top of the nightgown, the giant phoenix embroidered with countless rare gold, silver and colored threads proudly spread its wings, and every feather sparkled with the vivid and dazzling brilliance of life. The red gold was as bright as the rising sun, the rose gold was as gorgeous as the clouds, the silver was as bright as the moonlight, and the purple gold was as noble as auspicious clouds. The gems on the phoenix's eyes reflected a sharp and bright light like substance. It was so gorgeous and complicated that it was breathtaking!

The cuffs of the extremely wide flared sleeves are layered like a blooming ink mandala, and the edges are inlaid with fine black pearls and tiny black diamonds alternately, almost reaching the ground when hanging down.

The giant black and gold train inlaid with gems, which was three meters long and seamlessly connected to the nightgown, became the most heart-stirring existence at the moment!

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 phoenix chariot like a living, flowing black and gold galaxy!

The tail dragged directly on the charred ground covered with dust and scattered debris!

It is decorated with intricate lotus and cloud-thunder patterns made of gold wire, and densely inlaid with countless black diamonds of different sizes, perfectly cut black jade, deep sapphire, black opal, and black gold... In the morning light, it madly reflects the cold, bright, and dazzling light that is impossible to look directly at!

The extremely luxurious tail was in direct contact with the dilapidated and filthy ground. The gems and gold threads on it seemed to be burning the dust. Wherever it passed, it seemed that even the suffering was forcibly purified and suppressed by this ultimate honor!

This posture, which does not require any support and stretches out on the ground, exudes an overwhelming and unspoken symbol of power, silently declaring: where the imperial power is, where the grace is, where the order is!

She wore no heavy phoenix crown. Her cloud-like black hair was loosely tied with a long, transparent black jade hairpin, leaving the rest of her hair loose, blending seamlessly with the dark black of her robe. Her beauty was peerless, enveloped in the ultimate splendor and majesty of this nightgown. She was breathtakingly beautiful, yet so noble that one dared not look directly at her.

Her expression was calm, even with a hint of compassion. Her eyes slowly swept over the surrounding ruins and the kneeling people without any fear or disgust, as if she was in the most magnificent palace.

"Long live your Majesty! Long live! Long live!"

"Thousand years of life, Regent!"

The deafening roar of the mountains woke people from the extreme visual shock. The people knelt down in a hurry and kowtowed like crazy. Many people did not even dare to look up and look at the overly dazzling honor.

Lin Zhen held Murong Yan's hand tightly, helping her to stand. He glanced calmly at the kneeling people, his voice steady yet soothing: "Stand up."

The people stood up tremblingly, but still kept their heads down, not daring to look directly.

Murong Yan's gaze fell on a few ragged, pale-faced children not far away. She tilted her head slightly and whispered something to the steward beside her.

The chief steward immediately bowed and signaled to the palace maids behind him. Several palace maids carried prepared brocade boxes filled with exquisite cakes and silver ingots and walked towards the children and their families.

The children saw the delicious food and money, their eyes showed desire, but they did not dare to go forward. Their parents were even more frightened and pulled their children back.

Seeing this, Murong Yan gently tugged at Lin Zhen's sleeve. Lin Zhen understood and nodded slightly to the steward. The steward stepped forward and said to the people with a pleasant face, "Your Majesty has graciously granted these children to help them fill their stomachs. I hope you will be grateful for God's grace and rebuild your homes."

After hearing this, the people dared to take it with trembling hands. Tears welled up in their eyes as they knelt again to express their gratitude: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace! Thank you, Regent, for your kindness!"

Murong Yan watched the children smile after receiving the cakes. A faint, almost imperceptible softness seemed to appear on her beautiful face, set against the backdrop of her gorgeous clothes. She gently raised her hand from under her flared sleeves.

Lin Zhen immediately noticed and said to the accompanying Ministry of Works official, "Your Majesty has ordered an immediate survey of the damage and assistance to the people in clearing the ruins. The money and materials needed to rebuild houses will be provided from the treasury without delay."

"I obey your order!" The official from the Ministry of Works bowed quickly and accepted the order.

Then, Lin Zhen asked the local headman about the casualties and the current difficulties, and gave instructions one by one, requiring the Imperial Medical Bureau to send medical officers to make rounds and open the Changping Warehouse in the capital to sell grain at a fair price... His instructions were clear, efficient, and to the point.

Throughout the entire process, Murong Yan stood quietly beside Lin Zhen, her gorgeous clothes stretching to the ground and her demeanor naturally majestic.

She said little, but her presence alone was a powerful symbol. Her extravagant, heavy nightgown, its train stretching three feet across the scorched earth, silently conveyed a message to all the people: the emperor's power was supreme, he was aware of their suffering, and would provide them with protection.

Her tranquility and beauty, in contrast to the desolation of the surroundings, strangely gave people a sense of hope - since even His Majesty came here in such gorgeous clothes, everything would surely be fine.

Occasionally, she would raise her hand slightly, her wide, bell-shaped sleeves fluttering as she pointed to a particularly dilapidated house or an elderly person who looked particularly helpless. Lin Zhen would immediately understand and order his men to prioritize their attention. This tacit understanding, unspoken, further underscored the unity of the emperor and empress, their combined grace and authority.

After patrolling for about half an hour, he found that the people were all grateful wherever he went, and their original fear and anxiety were gradually replaced by hope and gratitude.

The sun gradually grew hotter. Lin Zhen tilted his head and whispered to Murong Yan, "Yan'er, are you tired? Let's go back."

Murong Yan shook her head slightly, her eyes still calmly scanning the surroundings, but the hand under her flared sleeves gently squeezed his palm.

Lin Zhen understood, knowing she wanted to see more. He supported her and walked a little further. The three-meter-long tail dragged heavily across the charred ground, its brilliant light flowing, intertwined with suffering, forming an unforgettable scene.

Finally, they arrived at a makeshift porridge stall. Seeing the porridge bubbling in the pot and the people lining up to receive it, Murong Yan paused. She watched silently for a moment, then suddenly pulled out the heavy brocade bag she almost never took off from the hidden pocket of her bell-sleeve. From it, she pulled out several specially crafted gold coins with her profile picture on them and handed them to Lin Zhen.

Lin Zhen was slightly startled, then a smile and tenderness filled his eyes. He took the gold coin, walked to the porridge stall himself, and placed the coin in the hands of the official in charge of distributing porridge. He said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty has given us gold, rice, and meat. We must ensure that the people are well fed."

The official's hands were shaking with excitement as he knelt down to accept it. "Your Majesty, I obey your command! Thank you for your grace!"

The people who were queuing up to receive porridge were so moved by this that they knelt down to express their gratitude, and many elderly people even burst into tears.

Murong Yan watched this scene, her face still calm under the gorgeous clothes, but her clear eyes seemed to have an indescribable glow than usual.

Lin Zhen returned to her side, held her hand, and whispered, "Yan'er is kind-hearted."

Murong Yan lowered her eyes slightly, curled up her fingers under her flared sleeves, and did not answer.

In the sunlight, the black and gold phoenix nightgown sparkled, and the three-meter train was like a galaxy covering the ground, as if it was "spreading" the royal grace and majesty in front of the eyes and hearts of every citizen.

After pausing for a moment, Lin Zhen said softly, "It's really time to go back."

Murong Yan did not insist this time and nodded slightly.

Lin Zhen supported her and turned to walk towards the Phoenix Chariot. The heavy tail dragged across the ground again, leaving a gorgeous and solemn trail.

Before boarding the Phoenix Chariot, Murong Yan took one last look back at the land that was beginning to recover its vitality, her eyes calm.

The curtains dropped, the phoenix chariot started up, and it slowly sailed away amid the people's heartfelt and even more fervent thanksgiving.

Inside the chariot, Murong Yan leaned back on the cushions and breathed a sigh of relief. Lin Zhen sat beside her and naturally held her hand: "Are you tired?" He knew that the clothes were extremely heavy.

Murong Yan shook her head and leaned against his shoulder: "Not tired." She paused and whispered, "They...seem very happy."

"Well, since Yan'er came in person, they are naturally happy." Lin Zhen hugged her and whispered.

Murong Yan was silent for a while, then suddenly said softly, "Then...will you come again next time?"

Lin Zhen lowered his head, looking into her clear eyes, his heart softening: "Come. Yan'er, come whenever you want."

Murong Yan's lips curved slightly, and she leaned comfortably into his arms, closing her eyes. Her luxurious nightgown, covered in cushions and heavy train, lay stacked on the sedan chair. She seemed genuinely tired.

Lin Zhen gazed at her peaceful sleeping face, his eyes skimming over the tiny specks of dust that might have stained her long, winding train. A flicker of heartache flashed in his eyes, but more of it was pride. His Yan'er, in this way, had given her people the most direct and profound comfort and hope.

Patrolling the city in gorgeous attire, and bestowing grace upon the people with black feathers.

Wherever Feng Yi goes, the people are loyal to him.