On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Murong Yan walked in front of Zhou Jin, the dark black of her nightgown and the brilliant colors of the giant phoenix almost covering him. She leaned forward slightly, her wide bell-shaped sleeves drooping, almost touching the ground, and her voice was as soft as a venomous snake's tongue:

"You said...my clothes...are extravagant? Costing three thousand gold coins? Countless pearls and jade?"

Zhou Jin trembled like a sieve: "I...I am serving my country..."

"For the country?" Murong Yan interrupted him, her voice suddenly becoming sharp. "What a loyal minister who serves his country and his people!"

She stood up abruptly, swung her trumpet sleeves, and a gust of cold wind blew. Her gaze was like a poisoned ice blade, sweeping across the room. "Do you all think it's a sin for me to wear this dress? Hmm?"

No one dared to answer, and there was dead silence.

"Do you think that if I take off this dress and save those gold and pearls, I can save your country and protect your people? Huh?!" Her voice became louder and louder, with a crazy sarcasm.

She suddenly laughed out loud towards the sky, her laughter was sharp and piercing, echoing in the golden palace, making people shudder!

After laughing, she suddenly lowered her head and stared at Zhou Jin with a crazy and violent look in her eyes: "Okay! Today I will let you see! Are my clothes worth those gold and beads!"

She suddenly raised her hand from under her flared sleeves!

"Somebody come!"

The golden-armored Phoenix Feather Guards who had been waiting for orders outside the hall rushed in, their armor clanging!

"Strip off his official uniform!" Murong Yan's voice was cold and emotionless.

"Your Majesty!?" Zhou Jin looked up in horror.

Feng Lingwei did not hesitate and stepped forward to roughly tear off Zhou Jin's purple official robe!

"No! Your Majesty! I am innocent! I was just giving advice to the country!" Zhou Jin struggled and cried.

Murong Yan looked at him expressionlessly.

Soon, Zhou Jin was stripped down to his white undershirt, and collapsed on the ground in a miserable state, shivering.

All the officials were horrified and turned pale, and some old officials almost fainted.

Murong Yan didn't even look at Zhou Jin. She turned her gaze towards the outside of the palace and spoke in a calm yet chilling voice, "Propagate my decree: Confiscate all the property of Zhou Jin, the Minister of Revenue! Count his assets and see how the wealth of this 'loyal minister' compares to my clothes!!"

"Yes!" The officials outside the hall took the order and ran away.

Zhou Jinru was struck by lightning and instantly collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.

Murong Yan stopped looking at him and walked slowly, her elegant tail rolling across the smooth floor. Her voice was unusually clear in the dead silence of the hall: "Aren't you curious about how much my clothes cost? I'll tell you!"

She turned around abruptly, her trumpet sleeves spread out like phoenix wings: "Gold thread, it's made of gold thread dyed with the tears of mermaids from the South China Sea, every inch is worth gold!"

"Black jade is taken from the deep ice marrow of Kunlun. It takes ten thousand kilograms of ore to get one piece of jade!"

"Black diamonds are the cores of meteorites from outer space, and are very rare in the world!"

"Every stitch and every thread was embroidered with the heart and soul of the embroiderers. They blinded three people because of it!"

Her voice was filled with an almost insane pride and paranoia: "My clothes are priceless! I wear them not because I am extravagant! But because they are worthy of me! Only they are worthy of me!"

She walked up to the limp Zhou Jin, looked down at him with cold eyes: "And you... and you..."

She glanced at the officials.

"You are a bunch of parasites! You embezzled the national treasury, enriched yourselves, formed cliques for personal gain, and deceived your superiors and subordinates! Where were you during the drought? When the regent and I were living in the north, starving, where were your memorials? Now that the disaster has eased, you jump out, holding up accounts of a few ounces of gold, to criticize my clothes?!"

She fiercely kicked Zhou Jin. Although the force was not strong, the insult was extremely strong: "Your conscience! Your loyalty to the emperor and your love for the country! How much is it worth?! Is it worth the smallest bead on this garment of mine?!"

Zhou Jin curled up on the ground, tears streaming down his face, unable to utter a word.

At this moment, an official outside the palace hurried back and knelt to report, "Your Majesty! Zhou Jin's property has been confiscated. A preliminary inventory shows over 100,000 taels of silver! Countless land deeds, antiques, and precious treasures! His house is extravagant, far exceeding regulations!"

“Wow——” There was an uproar in the hall!

One hundred thousand taels! Far more than a minister's salary for a hundred years!

Murong Yan showed a cruel sneer on her face. She looked at Zhou Jin and said in a voice as gentle as the cold wind of hell: "Oh? One hundred thousand taels? It seems that Minister Zhou... is very good at saving money for the country..."

She slowly stood up, her hand beneath her flared sleeves waving lightly. "Drag him away. Slice him to pieces. Three thousand six hundred cuts, not a single one less. Use his blood... to add some color to my clothes."

"Your Majesty, please spare me! Your Majesty, please spare me!!!" Zhou Jin howled like a pig being slaughtered and was dragged away mercilessly by the Fengling Guards. The screams gradually faded away and finally disappeared.

The stench of blood seemed to permeate the Golden Palace. All the ministers knelt on the ground, shaking like fallen leaves in the autumn wind. Many of them had wet crotches, and the stench of blood was everywhere.

Murong Yan seemed to have just swatted a fly.

She slowly walked back to the phoenix chair, still lying on the ground, covered with the dust that Zhou Jin had picked up when he struggled.

She sat back on the phoenix chair and leaned back lazily, as if the cold-blooded killing had never happened.

She raised her hand, looking at the intricate embroidery on the trumpet sleeves, and whispered to herself, her voice loud enough for everyone in the hall to hear: "Is there anyone else...who thinks my clothes...are extravagant? An eyesore? Hmm?"

No one dared to answer. Silence reigned. Only the sounds of suppressed sobbing and chattering teeth filled the air.

"It seems that's all." Murong Yan nodded with satisfaction, her tone becoming more relaxed. "Then let's continue the discussion."

She glanced at the slumped Minister of Revenue: "Minister Zhang."

The Minister of Revenue crawled out of the group and said, "Your Majesty...Your Majesty is here..."

"The treasury is empty?" Murong Yan played with the pearls on her sleeves.

"Very good. I will show you a clear path. Within three days, give me a list of the property of all officials present in the palace today. I want to see whether my dress cost more gold or you, the 'loyal ministers'... have embezzled more gold."

As soon as these words were spoken, all officials felt as if they had fallen into an icy cave! This meant a thorough investigation and a reckoning!

"Your Majesty, please have mercy! Your Majesty, please have mercy!" Cries of begging rang out one after another.

Murong Yan smiled, a smile that was strange and beautiful. "What are you afraid of? The innocent are innocent. If you are truly as 'honest' as Zhou Jin, I will... naturally reward you."

She flicked her trumpet sleeves lightly and said, "Dismiss the court."

All the officials fled from the bloody and terrifying Golden Phoenix Palace in a daze, as if they had been pardoned, but also like dogs that had lost their homes.

In the hall, only Murong Yan and the silent Lin Zhen were left.

The coldness and madness on Murong Yan's face quickly faded, stained with a hint of fatigue and dependence. She looked at Lin Zhen, stretched out her hand from under her trumpet sleeves, and said in a soft and aggrieved voice: "Husband... I'm tired... My skirt is dirty..."

Lin Zhen quickly stepped forward, kneeling on one knee in front of her. He carefully picked up her dusty hair, his eyes filled with heartache and complex emotions. He said softly, "It's okay, it's okay... Yan'er... has been wronged today. Return to the palace and take a bath and change clothes. I'll order someone to wash you with the most fragrant dew."

He lifted her up horizontally, the elegant yet dusty train drooping down. He held her in his arms and walked out of the golden palace step by step.

The sunlight shone in, but it could not dispel the thick smell of blood and fear in the hall.

After returning to the bedroom, Murong Yan took a bath and changed into a brand new dark gold nightgown of similar style. The train was long and the light was dazzling, as if everything that had just happened had never happened.

Lin Zhen hugged her and whispered, "Yan'er, today...is it too..."

Murong Yan leaned in his arms, playing with his clothes, her eyes clear but stubborn: "They said my clothes are not good...they deserve to die."

Lin Zhen was silent for a moment, then he sighed softly and hugged her tightly: "Well, damn it. My Yan'er... do whatever you want."

The blood of the angry phoenix in the golden palace stains the robes, and the cruel majesty of the emperor dominates the court. How can the ordinary people discuss the gorgeous clothes? Those who obey me will prosper, and those who disobey me will perish.