On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

She stood up suddenly, swung her trumpet sleeves, and brought a gust of cold wind. Her eyes swept across the silent officials in the room like ice knives:

"You bunch of losers! You always talk about morality and justice, you're the pillars of the country! But where were you when the drought started? Besides kneeling here and crying about the disaster, impeaching this and criticizing that, what else did you do?!"

Her voice suddenly became sharp. "It's Lin Zhen! It's me! I wore what you call 'the clothes of a fallen nation'! I went to the scorched earth you dared not go to! I stepped on the mud you despised! I saw the tragedies you couldn't bear to see! I thought of ways you couldn't think of! I saved the people you couldn't save!"

She turned abruptly, her tail sweeping in a magnificent arc as she pointed outside the palace. "Now that the disaster has subsided and the people are feeling somewhat at ease, you can't wait to jump out and point at my clothes, calling them extravagant? Saying they're ruining the nation?"

She let out a bitterly cold laugh. "In my opinion, the truly extravagant ones are you, a bunch of useless people who drain the national treasury, enrich yourselves, and only know how to talk nonsense! The ones who will truly destroy the country are you, those dog eyes that only see women's clothes but not the lives of the people!"

The old censor was scolded so much that he was shaking all over, his face was pale, and his mouth was open but no sound came out.

Murong Yan leaned over again, staring at him with a crazy and paranoid look in her eyes, but her voice was extremely low, like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue: "You said... this dress... is expensive? It cost a huge amount of money?"

She suddenly stretched out her hand, and with her slender fingers in velvet gloves, she grabbed a priceless black opal the size of a pigeon egg on the front of her nightgown and pulled it hard!

He actually pulled off the perfectly inlaid gem!

Even several gold threads broke!

"I'll give it back to you!" She casually threw the dazzling gem in front of the old censor. The gem bounced on the gold brick, making a crisp sound.

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, she pulled off several huge black jades and black diamonds from her tail, and threw them one after another at the old censor and in front of him, just like discarding garbage!

"I'll give it all back to you! Is it enough for disaster relief? Huh? Is it enough?!" Her voice suddenly rose, filled with hysterical madness and violence.

"If that's not enough, I'll tear it off! I'll tear off all this clothing! I'll give you the beads! I'll give you the gold thread! Take it! Take it all to disaster relief!"

As she spoke, she actually reached out to tear off the intricate embroidery on her nightgown. Her movements were violent and her eyes were terrifying!

The gorgeous nightgown was instantly torn into a mess, with several tears in it, revealing the dark brocade lining.

"Your Majesty! No!" Lin Zhen finally couldn't help but speak out. He took a step forward, but was frozen in place by Murong Yan's cold and crazy eyes!

All the officials had already collapsed on the ground in fear, kowtowed profusely, and cried out, "Your Majesty, calm down!"

The old censor was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, looking at the priceless gems rolling off his body as if he were looking at a death warrant.

Murong Yan stopped moving, breathing slightly, her chest heaving, her luxurious nightgown slightly disheveled, a few strands of hair falling on her cheeks, adding a kind of enchanting beauty and crazy intimidation to her.

She looked at the collapsed old censor, her eyes as cold as ice, and her voice returned to that terrifying calmness:

"Now, tell me, are these clothes still extravagant? Will they still destroy the country?"

The old censor was speechless and could only kowtow tremblingly.

Murong Yan stood up and straightened her torn nightgown, her movements filled with a kind of morbid pity and paranoia. Her eyes swept across the audience, and her voice was not loud, but it pierced everyone's heart like an ice pick:

"I love wearing this dress. It's heavy, bulky, and a hassle to carry around, but it's warm, beautiful, and I'm happy to wear it."

She slowly walked back to the phoenix chair, the broken train still dragging on the ground. Although its brilliance was slightly dimmed, its majesty was even greater.

"Whoever dares to say anything bad about it again," she sat back on the phoenix chair, leaning back lazily, as if the rage just now had never happened, but the chill in her voice made everyone feel as if they were falling into an icy cave.

"I skinned him, pulled out his sinews, and used his bones to make the edges of my garments."

She gently stroked the torn part of her nightgown, her eyes dark and unclear: "Withdraw from the court."

Two words, light and airy, but like a pardon.

All the officials crawled out of the Golden Palace as if they had been pardoned. No one dared to look at the dark golden figure on the phoenix chair, and no one dared to look at the luxurious train stained with gem fragments dragging on the ground.

Lin Zhen stood where he was, looking at Murong Yan, who seemed to be lazily again on the phoenix chair. His eyes were complicated, and finally turned into an almost inaudible sigh, and he slowly walked forward.

Only the emperor and the empress were left in the golden palace.

Murong Yan raised her eyes and looked at Lin Zhen. The madness and coldness in her eyes quickly faded, stained with a hint of grievance and dependence. She reached out to him from under her trumpet sleeves, and her voice softened: "Husband... the clothes are damaged..."

Lin Zhen's heart ached. He quickly stepped forward, knelt on one knee in front of her, and carefully examined the damaged part of the nightgown. He said softly, "It's okay, it's okay... I'll ask the best embroiderer in the embroidery workshop to repair it when we get back to the palace. It will definitely be restored to its original state... No, it will be embroidered even better..."

Murong Yan leaned into his arms, her wide trumpet sleeves wrapped around his neck, and she muttered softly: "They hate... talking about my clothes..."

"They deserve to die." Lin Zhen's voice turned cold, and a murderous look flashed in his eyes, but he was still gentle when facing her. "My Yan'er can wear whatever she wants, and no one can say anything."

He lifted her up horizontally, the worn but still gorgeous train hanging down. He carried her, step by step out of the golden palace and towards the harem.

The palace maids knelt all the way with their heads buried deep, and no one dared to look up.

Back in the bedroom, Lin Zhen personally took off her nightgown and placed it very carefully in a velvet-lined jade box, and ordered someone to summon the embroiderer immediately.

He held Murong Yan in his arms and whispered, "Are you scared today?"

Murong Yan shook her head in his arms, her eyes clear: "They deserve it."

Lin Zhen chuckled and kissed the top of her head: "Well, you deserve it. My Yan'er... you are very beautiful today." He was referring to her appearance when she was angry.

Murong Yan's lips curled up, revealing a very light but genuine smile: "As long as my husband likes it."

The black phoenix in the golden palace rages and burns the sky, the bloody words chill the ministers to a pulp. Although the gorgeous clothes diminish the prestige, they increase it, Qiankun alone wins the king's heart.

Ten days had passed since the last incident of the censor's death, and the court seemed to have returned to its former order.

However, the almost insane rage and intimidation displayed by Empress Murong Yan that day, like an icy brand, was deeply engraved in the hearts of every court official, causing them to be deeply in awe of the inky golden shadow on the phoenix chair.

At today's grand court meeting, candles were brightly lit inside the Nine Phoenix Hall, and all officials stood in awe. However, the atmosphere was more tense than usual, with a hint of unease.

On the phoenix chair, Murong Yan was still wearing the gorgeous, heavy, and unquestionable black and gold nightgown with the pattern of "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix".

After days and nights of repairs and restorations by the imperial embroidery workshop, even more precious gold thread and gemstones were used to perfect the work, surpassing even the most advanced techniques. The profound black background, illuminated by the dazzling lights within the palace, exudes a serene, oppressive aura that swallows all light. Its inherent dark blue and dark purple glow circulates, creating a mysterious and noble aura that makes one dare not look directly at it.

On the nightgown, the golden embroidery on the wings of the giant phoenix seemed to have absorbed the anger from last time, becoming more and more lifelike. The red gold was like boiling lava, the rose gold was like blood-red mist, the silver was like ice cracking the earth, and the purple gold was like thunder. The gems in the phoenix eyes reflected the cold and sharp light that could penetrate people's hearts. It was extremely gorgeous and noble, but also extremely dangerous!

Wide, trumpet-shaped sleeves draped over the Phoenix Chair's armrests, their black pearls and black gold tassels untouched. And the three-foot-long train, adorned with precious stones, still carelessly and heavily trailed beneath the chair, covering the nine jade steps.

It meanders on the mirror-like golden brick floor, and the gems on it refract the candlelight crazily, forming a flowing, dizzying river of brilliant light, which is luxurious, majestic, and carries an unquestionable sense of oppression!

She had a stunning face, but her expression was one of bored laziness. Her long eyelashes drooped, and her fingertips gently wrapped around a strand of gold tassels on the edge of her flared sleeves, as if she had no interest in court affairs at all, and was only immersed in the world of her own gorgeous clothes.

Lin Zhen still stood under the red steps, the head of all officials, his face as calm as water, but today he seemed to have made up his mind to remain silent and just guard quietly.

The court meeting was carried out in a depressing silence. Each department reported its affairs, and Lin Zhen occasionally indicated with his eyes or simple gestures. His decision-making efficiency was amazing, but no one dared to linger on the phoenix chair for too long.

However, there are always people who refuse to believe in evil or are instigated by dark forces.

Just as the court meeting was halfway through, a second-rank official in purple robes, holding a jade tablet, took a deep breath, and suddenly stepped out and knelt. His voice was loud but trembling:

"Your Majesty, I, the Minister of Revenue, Zhou Jin, risk my life to offer this advice! I beg you to listen to your instructions!"

Murong Yan, sitting on the phoenix chair, didn't even raise her eyelids, and continued to play with the tassels on her sleeves.

Lin Zhen's eyes were slightly cold as he glanced at the minister without saying a word.

Seeing that no one was scolding him, Zhou Jin seemed to be encouraged. He raised his voice and pointed at the dark golden tail that stretched on the ground, saying with deep sorrow:

"Your Majesty! The drought in the north hit us the other day, and the national treasury spent vast sums on relief and water conservancy projects. While the people have had some respite, the treasury is empty, and life is difficult! I've been counting the treasury treasury lately, and I've been unable to sleep at night! I just heard… I just heard that the palace spent three thousand taels of gold, along with countless pearls, jade, and gems, repairing your Majesty's… this nightgown! The cost of this is enough to build another hundred miles of canals, saving tens of thousands of lives!"

He kowtowed to the ground, his voice filled with grief and indignation:

"Your Majesty! This dress may be gorgeous, but what good does it do to govern the country? How can it benefit the people? Such extravagance is not the behavior of a wise ruler. If Your Majesty has compassion on the people, I beg you... I beg you, Your Majesty, to temporarily abandon your extravagant clothing and show the world your frugality. Refrain from spending extravagantly to ensure the safety of the people. This will be a blessing for the world! It will be a blessing for all the people! Your Majesty, please reconsider!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall fell into a dead silence! All the ministers' scalps went numb, and cold sweat instantly soaked through their heavy clothes!

This Zhou Jin actually reported the exact amount of money spent! This was no longer just an exhortation, it was almost a naked accusation!

Lin Zhen's eyes flashed with coldness, and his fists were clenched in his sleeves, but he glanced at Murong Yan who was still lazily sitting on the phoenix chair, suppressed the urge to speak, and chose to remain silent.

The hall was eerily quiet, with only the crackling of candlelight and Zhou Jin's heavy breathing as the only sounds.

for a long time.

"Ah."

A very light, yet icy sneer came from the phoenix chair.

Murong Yan finally slowly raised her eyelashes, revealing a pair of cold, empty phoenix eyes that seemed to contain an endless blood storm!

The lazy expression on her face faded away instantly, turning into an extreme, creepy calmness, and a cruel and weird arc appeared at the corner of her red lips.

She gently raised her hand from under her wide flared sleeves, not pointing it at the minister, but extremely slowly and gently stroking the rose-gold wings of the giant phoenix on her nightgown, with a suffocating cherishment and paranoia in her movements.

"Zhou Jin..." Her voice was as cold and clear as jade clashes, echoing in the hall, each word seemingly freezing the soul. "Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Revenue... Second rank... Annual salary: 150 dan of polished rice, 200 liang of silver, 50 bolts of silk... correct?"

Zhou Jin trembled all over and fell to the ground, not daring to look up: "...Yes..."

Murong Yan slowly stood up, and her three-meter-long tail dragged heavily across the jade steps, making a heart-pounding friction sound.

She stepped down from the phoenix chair and walked towards Zhou Jin, her luxurious train stretching out behind her, the gems scraping against the gold brick floor, making a harsh sound.

All the ministers were terrified and retreated back, wishing they could hide behind the wall.

Lin Zhen stood in place, following her closely with his eyes, his expression extremely complicated.