On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month is the day to worship the Kitchen God.

According to tradition, the emperor and empress had to go to the Qin'an Hall in the northwest corner of the palace to preside over the Kitchen God worship ceremony.

This palace is relatively remote, requiring one to navigate several winding paths through towering palace walls. This once solemn and dignified ceremony has now been tainted with undercurrents, imbued with countless murderous intentions.

Prince of Jingbei Murong Hong and Prince of Anping Murong Zhang have fallen into madness after their rebellion in the court was defeated miserably and their followers were bloodily purged!

They knew that there was no way out, either they would fight to the death or surrender!

They made their last and craziest move - sending hundreds of private soldiers to sneak into the capital and hide in the walls of an abandoned palace, launching a fatal assassination on the way to the Kitchen God Festival!

There is only one target: Murong Yan!

No matter what the cost, as long as she dies, the group will be leaderless, Lin Zhen will be unable to support the group alone, and the world will be in chaos!

At the hour of Chen, the solemn procession came out of the sleeping palace.

Murong Yan was sitting in the phoenix chariot, wearing the black and gold Su Jin cotton nightgown with the pattern of "Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix", which was extremely gorgeous, light as a dream, but at this moment it looked like a war dress.

The Su brocade with an inky black base and dark gold flowing through it appears even more mysterious and noble in the dim morning light. A giant phoenix embroidered with red gold thread winds along the robe, with layered phoenix feathers, as if ready to tear through the robe at any time and devour its chosen person!

Wide, light, trumpet-shaped sleeves fell to her knees, the gold tassels at the cuffs unmoving. The five-meter-long Sujin train, unfurled, flowed naturally and serenely behind the phoenix chariot, dragging directly along the cleanly swept yet still cold bluestone palace path. The black diamonds and black jade inlaid on it shone a cold, brilliant light in the morning light, a regal and majestic sight that could not be directly observed.

Lin Zhen rode his horse closely beside the phoenix chariot, his face calm, his eyes scanning the palace walls and pavilions along the way like an eagle, and an invisible murderous aura permeated his body.

He had already received the news that there might be a big change today, so the guards have been increased to three times the usual number, with countless visible and hidden checkpoints.

The team reached a corner where the palace walls were high and the path was narrow. This place was called "Bai Zhuan Corridor". The light was dim and the wind was howling.

suddenly!

"Whoosh whoosh-!"

A shrill scream broke through the air!

Countless crossbow arrows shot out like poisonous bees from the dark windows and vents on the high walls on both sides, heading straight for the Phoenix Chariot!

"There's an assassin! Protect the emperor!" Lin Zhen shouted, his long sword instantly unsheathed, and several crossbow arrows flew in the air! His figure was as fast as lightning, and he was already protecting the Phoenix Chariot!

The well-trained Fengling Guards formed a formation in an instant, with shields raised high and swords drawn, and fought with the black-clothed, hideous-looking assassins who jumped out from the shadows!

The sound of metal clashing and screams instantly broke the tranquility of the palace!

The scene was extremely chaotic!

There were many assassins, and they completely disregarded their lives and madly attacked the guard formation!

A crossbow arrow with extremely strong force actually penetrated the gap in the shield and shot straight towards the curtain of the Phoenix Chariot!

At this critical moment!

The curtain of the phoenix chariot was suddenly lifted up by a slender hand wearing black velvet knuckles!

Murong Yan actually took a step out of the phoenix chariot!

Wearing that extremely luxurious black-gold nightgown, she stood proudly amidst the flashing swords and shadows! The strong wind blew up her long hair and wide trumpet sleeves, making a rustling sound!

"Your Majesty! Danger!" Lin Zhen was terrified and wanted to push her back into the sedan chair.

Murong Yan pushed him away, her eyes swept across the chaotic battlefield with coldness, and a cruel and excited arc appeared at the corner of her mouth!

"Hide?" Her voice was cold, yet tinged with a trembling madness. "Just these rats hiding in the gutter are worthy of me hiding?"

She turned around suddenly!

The movements were as fast as lightning, filled with tremendous anger and disdain!

The light and elegant five-meter-long Su Jin skirt was suddenly lifted up by the swift turn, and the huge dark golden skirt spread out like the wings of an angry phoenix, sweeping across the blood-stained bluestone floor with a swish!

As the hem of the skirt suddenly floated up, it suddenly revealed the gorgeous lining inside. It was made of the same dark black Su brocade as the base, but with more brilliant and dazzling red gold thread, with the ultimate craftsmanship of "weaving gold all over the ground", and was embroidered with hundreds of phoenixes facing the sun, lotus patterns and patterns of longevity and blessings!

The golden phoenix and floral patterns on the lining suddenly flashed under the reflection of swords and sabers. The golden light was dazzling and gorgeous to the extreme, like the scorching sun that suddenly rose in the bloody killing field, noble, dazzling, and carrying the meaning of judgment that crushed all filth!

The skirt falls down, and the brilliance is restrained.

But Murong Yan's murderous intent was completely boiling! A assassin happened to break through the line of defense and rushed towards her with a knife wielding a ferocious look on his face!

All the guards were terrified!

Murong Yan didn't even look at it, and her hands under her wide trumpet sleeves flicked casually -

"puff--!"

An almost invisible golden thread shot out from her sleeve and instantly pierced the throat of the assassin!

The assassin's movements came to an abrupt halt, his eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment, and he fell straight to the ground and died!

That golden thread was actually an extremely thin and long red gold tassel that was tempered with a deadly poison and decorated her flared cuffs!

"Waste." Murong Yan spat out two words coldly and glanced at the battle group.

She actually walked step by step towards the fiercest part of the fighting! Her five-meter-long tail dragged behind her, crushing the blood and corpses on the ground without a care!

"Protect His Majesty!" Lin Zhen's eyes were bloodshot, and he madly killed the approaching assassins.

Murong Yan seemed to be taking a stroll in her own garden, her steps were leisurely, and her cold eyes swept over every assassin who pounced on her.

"Three steps left, throat."

"One foot to the right, heart."

"Back, knee."

She opened her red lips slightly, her voice was not loud, but clear and cold. Every time she uttered a word, a dead man fell to the ground!

There may be a tiny blood hole in the throat, a golden hairpin stuck in the heart, or the knees being smashed by an invisible hidden weapon!

Her wide bell-shaped sleeves seemed to be fluttering casually, but with every swing, poisonous golden needles, stingers as thin as cow hair, or extremely sharp gold foil blades were silently shot out, reaping lives with precision!

She didn't even use her guards' swords. The gorgeous nightgown itself was her most lethal weapon! The cuffs, the hem of her skirt, even the long black jade hairpin in her bun, could kill without anyone noticing!

The assassins were completely shocked by her ghostly methods and cold aura!

They never imagined that this legendary empress who only knew luxury and pleasure and was cruel and foolish was actually such a terrifying killing god!

Murong Yan was stepping on the ground covered with blood and corpses. The hem and train of her dark gold nightgown were stained with blood, but she didn't care at all. Instead, her eyes were shining with an almost crazy excitement!

"Is that all you're capable of?" She chuckled, her voice filled with endless mockery. "Murong Hong and Murong Zhang only support a bunch of losers like you who can't even touch my clothes?"

She suddenly raised her hand and pointed at a hidden window on the high wall where a crossbow was still firing. "Find the rat hiding in there and shooting arrows! Chop it up and feed it to the dogs!"

"Yes!" The Fengling Guards were greatly encouraged and pounced on them like wolves and tigers!

The battle soon became one-sided.

Although the assassins were brave and fearless, they were quickly defeated by the combined attack of Murong Yan, the "human killing weapon", and the elite guards.

The last assassin leader was brought before Murong Yan. Covered in blood, he struggled and cursed, "Tyrant! Witch! The prince will avenge us! You shall not die a good death!"

Murong Yan leaned forward slightly, her wide bell-shaped sleeves falling down, almost touching his dirty face. Her voice was soft but icy cold: "Revenge?"

She stood up straight, her bell-shaped sleeves waving lightly. "Skin him and pull out his tendons. Grind his bones into powder and coat them with gold lacquer."

She glanced at the mess on the ground, and the cruel curve at the corner of her mouth became more and more obvious. "Send it to my two good uncles and say it's my annual gift to them. Let them use it to draw a good portrait of me."

"As for these corpses..." She gently kicked a dead body away from her feet, "Drag them to the West Hill and pile them up like a Jingguan. Let everyone in the world see the consequences of touching my clothes."

The order was given, coldly and cruelly.

Fengling Guard obeyed the order solemnly.

Murong Yan then lowered her head and looked at the blood and dust on the hem and train of her nightgown. Her brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of genuine regret and disgust flashed in her eyes.

"It's dirty..." she muttered softly, as if the bloody massacre just now was far less important than this little thing.

Lin Zhen stepped forward quickly, his eyes filled with fear and unspeakable shock, and he reached out to help her.

Murong Yan avoided his hand and lifted the heavy five-foot-long tail herself to avoid getting stained with more filth. Her voice returned to that lazy and indifferent tone: "Return to the palace. I need to take a bath."

"Then...worship the Kitchen God..." Lin Zhen hesitated.

"What kind of stove are you offering sacrifices to?" Murong Yan glanced at him coldly, "I am God's will!"

She walked towards the phoenix chariot step by step in her blood-stained but still gorgeous dark gold nightgown, the tail of her hair leaving a thrilling bloody trail behind her.

Back in the bedroom, Murong Yan dismissed her attendants, leaving Lin Zhen alone. She stood before the huge glass mirror, quietly looking at herself in the mirror, at the bloodstained yet still majestic nightgown.

She slowly raised her hand and used her gloved fingers to carefully wipe away the blood that had splattered on a black diamond on her cuff, her eyes focused and paranoid.

"What a pity..." she whispered to herself, "Such fine material is stained by dirty blood..."

Lin Zhen stood behind her, looking at her slender but terrifyingly powerful back, his heart filled with endless complex emotions.

Murong Yan suddenly turned around and looked at him, her eyes clear but cold: "Murong Hong and Murong Zhang must be very scared now, right?"

She laughed softly, a smile that was strange and beautiful. "Do you think they will flee overnight, or will they become desperate and attack the imperial city directly?"

Without waiting for Lin Zhen's answer, she walked to the window and looked at the gloomy sky outside. Her hand under her flared sleeves gently stroked the phoenix pattern carved on the window frame.

"Pass on my command." Her voice was calm, yet it carried the coldness that determined the lives of countless people. "Martial law is in effect at the Nine Gates. All the clan members' residences are to be surrounded but not attacked. I will make them taste the bittersweet feeling of waiting to die."

She turned around and smiled, stunningly beautiful, yet terrifying:

"Wait for me to take a bath and change into more beautiful clothes..."

"Let's deal with them slowly."

Mo Jin bathed in blood to punish the rebels, Su Jinfeng angrily burned the treacherous and evil. Smiling, she stepped on the pile of corpses to prepare her clothes, then changed into gorgeous clothes to hunt the remnants of evil.