On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, dawn.

The silence of the capital was shattered by the sudden, deafening sound of war drums and trumpets!

The dark mass of rebels rushed towards the imperial city from multiple directions like a flood that broke through the dam!

The sounds of armor colliding, footsteps, and roars combined into a terrifying wave of sound, hitting the towering palace walls!

After their assassination attempt failed and their followers were uprooted, Prince Jingbei Murong Hong and Prince Anping Murong Zhang went completely crazy!

They mobilized all their last trump cards - most of the instigated Shenshu Camp, the private army that secretly sneaked into the capital, and all the troops that were coerced and had different intentions, totaling nearly 20,000 people!

Under the banner of "killing the evil queen, clearing the court, and restoring Murong", they launched the final and most direct military coup!

Intend to storm the imperial city and make a last stand!

The nine gates of the imperial city were tightly closed. On the city walls, the elite imperial guards and Fengling Guards that Lin Zhen had already deployed were on full alert. Arrows flew like forests, rolling logs and rocks piled up like mountains, and the atmosphere was as heavy as iron!

The sounds of fighting, screams, and the roar of boulders crashing against the city gates instantly resounded through the sky! A purgatory of blood and fire suddenly descended!

However, deep in the palace, in the warm room, it was unusually quiet.

Murong Yan had just finished bathing and was sitting lazily in front of the dressing table, wearing that gorgeous, dreamy, and dreamy black and gold Su Jin cotton nightgown with the pattern of "Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" that looked as if it had never been stained with blood.

A dexterous palace maid was trembling as she combed her cloud-like black hair, while another palace maid was carefully putting on the transparent black jade hairpin for her.

The shouts and roars coming from outside the window seemed like just distant background noise.

The extremely dark black Su Jin base material presents a quiet texture that swallows the light in the dim light of the morning sun shining through the glass windows. The golden cotton wool and the thin gold thread woven into it flow with dark golden waves, which is mysterious and noble.

On top of the nightgown, the giant phoenix that covers the sky is embroidered only with red gold thread, but it looks even more scorching and compelling in this solemn atmosphere. The phoenix feathers are layered, as if reborn from the fire, noble and majestic, and magnificent to the extreme!

The black diamonds in her phoenix eyes were icy and piercing, reflecting the beacon fire outside the window. Her wide, light trumpet sleeves fell, the gold tassels at the cuffs motionless.

The five-meter-long Su Jin tail was naturally and windingly spread directly on the mirror-like golden brick floor, looking gorgeous and luxurious, as if the bloody battle outside had nothing to do with it.

Lin Zhen, dressed in military uniform, his armor stained with blood and soot, strode in. His brows showed fatigue from the fierce battle and a hint of anxiety, but his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle. He waved his hand to dismiss the palace maid.

"Yan'er," his voice was a little hoarse from the long battle, but it was filled with unquestionable determination, "The rebels' offensive is very fierce, mainly concentrated in Xihuamen and Dong'anmen. It's not safe here. I have ordered people to strengthen the defense of the palace. For the time being..."

Murong Yan slowly raised her hand and gently stopped him from speaking with her slender fingers wearing black velvet knuckles.

She didn't turn around, her eyes still gazing at her own beautiful face and gorgeous clothes in the mirror, her voice calm and unwavering: "I'm sorry for disturbing you."

Lin Zhen was startled.

Murong Yan slowly stood up, her five-foot-long silk tail trailing lightly on the ground. She turned around and looked at Lin Zhen calmly, a faint, yet icy smile curling up at the corner of her mouth: "A swarm of flies has been buzzing for so long, it's time for some peace and quiet."

She walked calmly towards the palace gate, her train spreading out behind her, shining brightly.

"Your Majesty! No!" Lin Zhen was shocked and hurriedly stopped her. "The arrows are blind! The wall is dangerous!"

Murong Yan stopped and tilted her head slightly. The hand under her trumpet sleeves gently brushed a bloodstain on Lin Zhen's armor. A very faint, imperceptible fluctuation flashed in her eyes, but her voice was still cold: "Your blood is dirty."

Without waiting for Lin Zhen to react, she had already walked around him, wearing that gorgeous nightgown, and walked straight out of the hall!

The steps are firm and there is no hesitation!

"Yan'er!" Lin Zhen's heart was broken with fear. He hurriedly grabbed a heavy black iron shield and followed closely!

Occasionally, on the road to the palace, there would be stray arrows whizzing past, or the roar of explosions could be heard in the distance!

The palace maids and eunuchs hid in fear!

Murong Yan ignored it and walked steadily, as if she was taking a stroll in her own garden, towards Xihuamen where the fighting was most intense!

The five-meter-long dark gold tail dragged recklessly across the blood-stained ground, looking gorgeous and dazzling, forming a thrilling contrast with the war-torn environment!

Lin Zhen held a huge shield and protected her tightly, blocking several stray arrows with an anxious look in his eyes, but he was unable to stop her.

Finally, they climbed up to the city wall of Xihuamen!

The wind was howling, carrying with it a strong smell of blood and gunpowder!

Below the city walls, the rebels swarmed like ants, frantically attacking the gates and walls! Arrows rained down! Logs and rocks tumbled down, bringing with them screams of agony! The battle reached a fever pitch!

Murong Yan's appearance instantly attracted the attention of everyone in and outside the city!

She was wearing that extremely gorgeous black and gold nightgown that was totally out of place on a battlefield, and she stood proudly between the battlements! The strong wind blew up her long hair and wide trumpet sleeves, making them rustle!

The five-meter-long tail spread out behind it on the cold bricks and stones of the city wall, and the gems on it reflected a cold and dazzling light under the reflection of the beacon fire!

"Your Majesty!" The defenders on the city wall exclaimed! Many people even forgot to shoot!

The rebels under the city also saw her, and their offensive was slowed down!

Countless eyes were focused on that incredibly elegant figure! Shock, fear, disbelief... all sorts of emotions spread among the rebels!

Murong Hong and Murong Zhang were supervising the battle in the formation, and they were also surprised to see Murong Yan appear like this!

"Witch! How dare she..." Murong Hong was shocked and angry.

Murong Yan swept her cold eyes over the dark mass of rebels under the city and slowly raised her hand.

All the sounds seemed to disappear instantly! Everyone held their breath, staring at the slender hand wearing the black velvet gloves!

She did not point at the rebels, but gently stroked her wind-blown hair, her flared sleeves fluttering in the wind.

"It's so noisy." She spoke, her voice cold and not loud, but strangely it overwhelmed all the clamor of the battlefield and reached everyone's ears clearly, "You're interrupting my breakfast."

There was dead silence inside and outside the city!

There is only the howling of the wind!

The rebels were stunned!

What…what are you talking about?!

Murong Yan leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the cold battlements, her wide, flared sleeves drooping over the battlements. Her gaze was as if she were looking at a group of ants. "Just you... this rabble... you think you can break into my palace?"

She chuckled softly, her voice filled with endless sarcasm: "Murong Hong, Murong Zhang, since you two cowards haven't died yet, come out and let me see what kind of losers you found to die?"

In the rebel camp, Murong Hong and Murong Zhang's faces turned pale!

"Shoot! Shoot! Shoot that witch to death!" Murong Hong roared madly!

The rebel archers hurriedly drew their bows!

Yet, their fingers have not yet released the bowstring—

Murong Yan turned around suddenly!

The movements were as fast as lightning, with tremendous majesty 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 a burning phoenix, sweeping across the battlements of the city wall with a swish!