On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The twelfth lunar month is approaching, and the sky in the capital is always gray, with lead-gray clouds hanging low, making it hard to breathe.

The bitter north wind whistled and whistled through the palace walls, stirring up dead leaves and dust. A ghostly whimpering sound echoed through the imperial city. Within the imperial city, the atmosphere was even more solemn and austere than the weather itself.

The bloody smell of the censor being flayed to death in the Golden Palace seemed to have not yet dissipated, and a depressing feeling of impending storm weighed heavily on everyone's heart.

The rebellious network of Jingbei King Murong Hong and Anping King Murong Zhang has spread quietly to deeper and wider corners like a spider web in the dark night.

The transfer of old border troops, the subtle loopholes in the capital's defense, the quiet infiltration of the palace guards, and more officials who were wavering between fear and resentment were being won over... everything was proceeding intensively in the dark.

They are like poisonous snakes lurking in the shadows, spitting out their tongues, waiting for the best opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

However, Murong Yan in the deep palace seemed to be completely indifferent to the increasingly tense situation outside, or rather, she was watching coldly with an almost playful, hunting attitude.

That afternoon, Murong Yan did not stay in the warm palace. She suddenly had the whim to go to the plum forest in the imperial garden to admire the early blooming green-calyx plum trees.

She was wearing the extremely luxurious, comfortable and warm black and gold cotton nightgown with the pattern of "Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" without adding any outer clothes, and then she walked out of the bedroom.

Under the dim winter sky, the base material of the black-gold cotton presents a quiet texture that absorbs light. The naturally interwoven golden cotton wool reflects the dark brilliance, mysterious and noble.

Above the nightgown, there is a giant phoenix embroidered with red gold, peacock feathers, and colorful silk threads using the "gold-plated cotton velvet" embroidery method. The phoenix feathers are layered and gorgeous. The red gold is shining, the rose gold is gorgeous, the silver is cold, and the purple gold is noble. The phoenix eyes are inlaid with black opal and deep amethyst, cold and sharp, as if they can see through all conspiracies.

The wide and soft flared sleeves fluttered slightly in the cold wind. The cuffs were embroidered with cloud and thunder patterns with fine gold thread, and the edges were decorated with tiny black gold bead tassels, which was extremely gorgeous.

The giant cotton train, which was five meters long and seamlessly connected to the nightgown, was dragged directly and heavily on the mirror-like jade tiles of the palace behind her without any scruples!

The extremely luxurious train slid slowly on the cold ground, and the densely inlaid gems and gold embroidery on it rubbed against the ground, making an extremely subtle but continuous rustling sound. In this silent palace road, it seemed particularly clear, like a living, flowing dark gold galaxy, measuring and announcing the territory of imperial power with its unparalleled weight and magnificence.

The four palace maids followed cautiously from a distance behind, with their heads lowered, not daring to get close to the winding train, let alone look directly at the breathtakingly gorgeous figure.

Lin Zhen did not accompany them due to handling urgent military affairs, and only sent elite Fengling Guards to follow and protect them from a distance.

Murong Yan walked calmly. Although her nightgown was extremely heavy, she did not seem to be struggling at all. Her posture remained upright and elegant, as if the weight of the five-meter train was nothing to her.

Her hands, folded slightly in front of her beneath her wide, flared sleeves, slender fingertips clad in dark velvet gloves the same color as her nightgown. Her gaze swept calmly over the guards and palace maids standing at attention and bowing their heads on either side of the palace corridor. Her eyes, languid, held an invisible, unbearable pressure.

The cold wind blew up some dust on the palace road, blowing her wide flared sleeves and heavy train. Her clothes fluttered slightly, making her figure look more graceful, yet as steady as a rock.

When they reached a corner corridor leading to the Imperial Garden, the wind chimes hanging under the eaves tinkled in the wind. Murong Yan suddenly stopped.

She didn't turn around, but just tilted her head slightly, as if listening to the sound of wind chimes, or as if sensing something else. Her hand beneath her flared sleeves twirled unconsciously.

The palace maids and Fengling Guards who followed also stopped immediately and held their breath.

In addition to the sound of wind and bells, there seemed to be an extremely subtle, deliberately suppressed breathing sound and the rubbing of clothes in the air, coming from behind the rockery on the other side of the corridor.

Murong Yan stood still for a moment, her beautiful face expressionless and her eyes still calm.

Suddenly, without any warning, she turned around!

The movements were smooth and swift, with an unquestionable majesty!

As she turned around swiftly, the extremely heavy five-meter-long cotton tail was suddenly lifted up due to inertia, like a giant ink-gold python, drawing a gorgeous and sharp arc in the air, and sweeping heavily across the cold jade brick ground!

At the same time, the wide hem of the nightgown suddenly fluttered due to the rapid rotation, like a blooming ink-colored peony!

At the moment when the hem of the skirt fluttered, it revealed the gorgeous lining inside, which was made of the finest black brocade and embroidered with intricate patterns of phoenixes holding pearls and lotus branches with bright gold thread!

The golden phoenix pattern on the lining suddenly flashed in the dim light of winter, shining brightly and gorgeously, forming a thrilling contrast with the dark gold background of the nightgown. It was like the bright sun that suddenly lit up in the quiet night, noble, mysterious, and with a strong visual impact!

This stunning glimpse of the gorgeous lining, the pair of phoenix eyes that suddenly became cold and sharp, like a sword drawn from its sheath when she turned around, and the heavy tail dancing in the air, together formed an extremely deterrent picture!

Behind the rockery, the subtle sound disappeared instantly, as if an invisible hand had strangled its throat, leaving only deathly silence!

Murong Yan's gaze, like a real ice cone, pierced precisely in the direction of the rockery.

Her fluttering skirt slowly fell down, covering the gorgeous lining again, but the sharpness revealed in that instant was enough to make people tremble with fear.

She did not attack immediately, but just stood there quietly, with a five-meter-long tail stretching out behind her, shining brightly.

The cold wind blew past, ruffling her wide flared sleeves and making a slight rustling sound.

After a long moment, she slowly spoke. Her voice was as clear and cold as a jade chime, and it was unusually clear in the silent corridor, with a hint of playful coldness:

"Hiding there... isn't it cold?"

Behind the rockery, there was no response, only the sound of the wind.

Murong Yan's lips curled up in a faint, cruel arc: "Or... are you waiting to see when I... will be sick from this wind? So that you can... take advantage of the opportunity?"

Her voice was not loud, but every word was as sharp as a knife, as if it could penetrate the rockery and pierce the heart of the person hiding behind it!

Still no response.

Murong Yan didn't seem to expect an answer. She gently raised her hand from beneath her trumpet sleeves and stroked her wind-torn hair. Her tone became lazy, "Get out. Or... let me invite you out?"

After a brief period of dead silence, a rustling sound was heard from behind the rockery. Two men dressed in low-grade eunuch clothes, with frightened faces and flickering eyes, crawled out and fell to their knees on the cold ground with a thud. They trembled all over and bowed their heads deeply, not daring to raise them.

"Your Majesty, please spare my life! I am just passing by and have no other intentions!" One of them had a trembling voice that was almost inaudible.

Murong Yan's cold eyes swept over them, not lingering on them. Instead, she cast them into the depths of the rockery again, her voice even colder: "What else? Just the two of you... trash?"

Deep in the rockery, even breathing seemed to have stopped.

Murong Yan suddenly chuckled. The sound was crisp, yet carried a chilling chill. "It seems... I have to... invite you personally."

Her hand moved slightly under her flared sleeves.

Seeing this, the leader of Fengling Guard in the distance immediately waved his hand!

Several ghostly Fengling Guards pounced on the rockery in an instant!

After a few short muffled sounds and screams, three more people were dragged out from behind the rockery and pressed to the ground!

The clothing of these three people was obviously different. Although they were also dressed as servants, their expressions showed a bit more ferocity and fear. It was obvious that they were not ordinary palace servants!

Murong Yan's gaze slowly swept over the five people, her eyes calm and unperturbed, as if she was looking at a few insignificant insects.

"Who sent you?" she asked softly, her tone even tinged with curiosity. "Is it my two... haunting uncles? Or are they some... 'loyal ministers' in the court who are tired of living?"

The five men fell to the ground, trembling, and no one dared to answer.

"You won't tell me?" Murong Yan tilted her head slightly, her wide, flared sleeves brushing against the phoenix pattern carved on the pillar beside her. "Well, I... am not particularly interested in knowing."

She walked slowly, her five-foot-long train dragging heavily behind her, making a heart-pounding friction sound. She walked to one of the eunuchs who knelt first and stopped.

"You just said... just passing by?" She said softly.

"Yes... yes! Your Majesty, please understand! I would never dare..." The eunuch burst into tears.

Murong Yan gently raised her hand from under her trumpet sleeves and used her velvet-covered fingertips to lightly point at a small, inconspicuous spot of mud on the edge of his boots that hadn't yet completely dried.

"The palace paths are swept three times daily, spotless. Where did you get this mud? The plum tree soil in the Imperial Garden isn't this color."

The eunuch trembled violently, and his face turned as pale as paper in an instant!

Murong Yan stopped looking at him and turned her gaze to the other three men restrained by the Fengling Guards, who looked fierce. "As for the stench of sweat and rust from the military camp, it can smell to me from a distance."

A look of despair flashed in the eyes of the three men, but they gritted their teeth and said nothing.

Murong Yan turned around and walked back to her original spot, her five-foot-long tail once again drawing a magnificent arc. She leaned lazily against the cold pillar, her flared sleeves covering her lips, as if she was a little chilly, but her voice was clearly heard by everyone:

"It seems the rat's claws have already reached my palace."

She cast her gaze into the void again, as if speaking to an invisible enemy: "Are you so eager to see me take off this dress? Or do you want to see me covered in blood?"

She suddenly laughed, a smile that was strange and beautiful, yet icy cold: "What a pity, this dress of mine is so comfortable. I'm in a good mood too."

She waved her hand lightly beneath her trumpet sleeves, her tone light but filled with undeniable cruelty: "Drag him away. Skin him. Hang his body outside the palace gates, so the people behind them can see what happens when they covet my clothes."

"Yes!" Feng Lingwei took the order and dragged away the five people who were crying in despair without any delay. The sound quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The cold wind still blew, and the corridor returned to silence, as if nothing had happened.

Murong Yan stood quietly for a moment, raised her hand and gently smoothed out the wrinkles on her nightgown that had been caused by her previous movements, especially the hem that revealed the gorgeous lining, her movements were careful and gentle.

Then, as if nothing had happened, she continued her steps, winding her way towards the plum grove in the Imperial Garden. The five-meter-long cotton trail once again dragged heavily and steadily across the jade tiles, radiating a brilliant light, as if the bloody incident just now had merely brushed away a speck of dust.

The palace maids and Fengling Guards behind him were pale and sweating, but they did not dare to be negligent and immediately followed carefully.

When she reached the entrance of the plum forest, Murong Yan stopped as she looked at the green-calyx plum trees blooming proudly in the cold wind, looking cool and lonely.

She gently raised her hand from under her wide flared sleeves and caught a plum blossom petal blown down by the wind. Her eyes were still calm, but with a hint of indescribable depth and coldness.

"The flowers are blooming beautifully..." She whispered to herself, and with a little force on her fingertips, she crushed the petals and let the cold debris fall through her fingers.

"It's just right. If I use blood to water it, it will surely be even more beautiful..."

The corner of her mouth curled up in an extremely weird and extremely violent arc. She turned around, and her five-meter tail left deep marks on the snow as she returned to the way she came.

The interest in appreciating plum blossoms has faded.