On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The twenty-sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, noon.

The West Market in the capital, usually the busiest street corner, was now completely silent, with people lying on their hands and knees.

A temporary high platform stood in the center, with several black iron pillars erected on it. Below the platform were kneeling people filled with captured rebel generals, court officials who participated in the rebellion, and their families, there were at least a thousand people!

Further away, there were countless pale-faced, terrified civilians who were stopped by officers and soldiers.

The air was thick with the smell of blood and a desperate fear. Yesterday's disastrous defeat at the imperial city, the capture of two princes, Murong Hong and Murong Zhang, and the subsequent large-scale purge had cast the entire capital into a state of apocalyptic trembling.

And today, Her Majesty the Empress will personally go to the execution ground to preside over the final judgment on the rebels!

The drum beats were low and muffled.

An extremely luxurious but uncovered phoenix chariot, surrounded by elite Phoenix Feather Guards, slowly drove into the execution ground and stopped under the platform.

All eyes are focused instantly!

Murong Yan was seen slowly standing up from the phoenix chariot, wearing the black and gold Su brocade cotton nightgown that was extremely gorgeous, light as a dream, but looked extremely solemn and majestic today.

The extremely dark black Su Jin base material absorbs the light under the pale winter sunlight, presenting a texture as quiet as the abyss, and the golden cotton wool and real gold thread woven into it flow with dark brilliance.

On the nightgown, the giant phoenix that covers the sky is embroidered only with red gold thread, but at this moment it seems to be born in blood. The phoenix feathers are layered, burning like lava, deep like coagulated blood, and its noble majesty reveals a chilling murderous aura!

Her phoenix eyes, piercing like black diamonds, gazed down at the lambs awaiting slaughter below. Her wide, light, trumpet-shaped sleeves cascaded down her sides, the golden tassels at the cuffs unmoving. And the five-meter-long train of Su Jin, unbending, flowed naturally and gracefully behind the phoenix chariot, spreading across the cold, even blood-stained, execution ground!

The extremely luxurious tail forms a sharp contrast with the dirty and bloody environment. The gems inlaid on it stubbornly reflect the cold light, like a dark golden river of judgment, flowing over the land of sin.

Her beauty was breathtaking, yet her expression was as cold as a thousand years of ice, devoid of any emotion. Supported by Lin Zhen (whose shoulder injury hadn't healed, but insisted on staying by his side in uniform), she ascended the platform step by step. Lin Zhen's face was calm, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, scanning the surroundings to ensure everything was in order.

Murong Yan stood in the center of the platform, a five-foot-long trail spreading out behind her like dark-gold wings, enveloping the entire execution platform. Her gaze calmly swept over the dark mass of people awaiting death below the platform, as if she were looking at a pile of lifeless, rotten wood.

"Take away the rebel leader." Her voice was cold and not loud, but it was clearly heard throughout the silent execution ground.

The harsh sound of chains dragging across the ground echoed. With disheveled hair, bloodstained bodies, and heavy shackles, Murong Hong, Prince of Jingbei, and Murong Zhang, Prince of Anping, were dragged up and forcibly pressed before Murong Yan. Their eyes were filled with fear, despair, and insane hatred.

"Murong Yan! Witch! You will not die well!" Murong Hong struggled and roared.

"The ancestors of the Murong family will not let you go!" Murong Zhang cursed with tears streaming down his face.

Murong Yan didn't even raise her eyelids, and gently waved her hand under her wide flared sleeves.

The executioner stepped forward, unfolded a long imperial edict, and began to read out the crimes of the two men: colluding with court officials, secretly hoarding soldiers and horses, robbing the imperial tomb (this was the most vicious charge deliberately added by Murong Yan), inciting rebellion, and attempting to assassinate the emperor... Every word and sentence was enough to kill all nine generations of the family!

After the announcement was made, the execution ground was dead silent, with only the howling of the cold wind.

Murong Yan slowly took a step forward, her five-foot-long tail sliding along with her. She leaned forward slightly, looking at the two uncles who had collapsed into the mud. Her voice was as gentle as a venomous snake's tongue: "Uncles... rest in peace."

She stood up straight, her flared sleeves flicking slightly.

Several burly executioners came forward and tied the two struggling and howling men to two iron pillars respectively.

Murong Yan's eyes swept over the terrified traitors and their families below the stage, her voice suddenly becoming cold and sharp: "Do you... admit your guilt?"

"Your Majesty, spare your life! Your Majesty, spare your life!"

"We acknowledge our guilt! Please show mercy, Your Majesty!"

There was a sudden burst of cries and pleas for mercy, and many people kowtowed like crazy, with blood dripping from their foreheads.

Murong Yan's lips curled up in an extremely cruel arc: "Admit your guilt? Good."

She slowly raised her hand and pointed at the two iron pillars: "Today I will give you a chance to forgive your sins."

She swept her gaze across the ranks of rebels and said, "If any of you dare to personally execute them and cut a piece of flesh from them, I will pardon the death penalty for their immediate family."

When these words were spoken, the whole audience was shocked!

Are they going to force them to kill each other, or even murder their former master with their own hands?!

Dead!

Suffocating silence!

Murong Yan did not urge her, but just lazily played with a strand of gold tassel on the flared cuffs, as if waiting for a good show to begin.

Finally, driven by extreme fear and the desire to survive, a traitor crawled out trembling, took the dagger handed to him by the executioner, and walked towards the iron pillar crying...

With the first one, there will be the second, the third...

Screams, curses, the sound of blades slicing flesh…instantly filled the entire execution ground! Hell on earth, this is it!

Murong Yan quietly watched the bloody scene, her eyes calm and even... a hint of appreciation. She gently raised her hand from beneath her wide, flared sleeves, catching a windblown, blood-soaked snowflake and twisting it with her fingertips.

Lin Zhen stood beside her, his face calm, but his eyes were as deep as the sea, guarding her closely.

The long torture continued... until the two princes were completely reduced to two blurry skeletons...

Murong Yan then raised her hand slightly.

The execution was stopped.

She once again glanced at the traitors whose hands were stained with the blood of their former master and whose spirits had been completely broken. Her voice was icy: "Now... it's your turn."

The traitors suddenly looked up, a glimmer of hope just ignited in their eyes...

But Murong Yan chuckled and said, "I only said... I would pardon the death penalty for your relatives. When did I ever say... I would pardon you?"

Hope was instantly shattered! The cries of despair rang out again!

"Drag them away." Murong Yan waved her trumpet sleeves lightly. "Everyone will be beheaded. The male members of their family will be exiled three thousand miles away, and the female members will be imprisoned in the Jiaofang Bureau."

The order was given with extreme coldness. The Fengling Guards immediately stepped forward to execute it!

The cries, struggles, and pleas for mercy once again echoed throughout the execution ground!

Murong Yan seemed deaf to the sound. She slowly walked to the edge of the platform, her five-foot-long tail trailing behind her as she trampled over the bloodstained remains of the execution platform. Her gaze swept over the prostrate civilians in the distance. Her voice was cold, yet carried an overwhelming sense of authority: "This is the fate of those who betray me."

"My kingdom, my rules."

"Those who obey me will prosper."

"Those who rebel against me," she paused slightly, the cruel curve at the corner of her mouth deepening, "will die."

After saying this, she no longer glanced at the execution ground, turned around, and walked towards the stage. Lin Zhen immediately stepped forward to support her.

After returning to the phoenix chariot, Murong Yan did not get on immediately.

She stopped and looked down at the edge of her five-meter-long Su Jin tail - there, inevitably, was stained with a few drops of splattered, dark red blood.

She frowned slightly, a trace of genuine annoyance and disgust flashed in her eyes: "It's dirty..."

Seeing this, Lin Zhen immediately knelt on one knee and without hesitation extended his uninjured hand. Using the lining of his black military uniform sleeve, he carefully wiped the bloodstains from the train of his nightgown, bit by bit. His movements were gentle and focused, as if he were handling a fragile, priceless treasure.

Murong Yan stood quietly, looking down at his focused profile and gentle movements. The coldness and brutality in her eyes gradually faded away, and were stained with a very faint, imperceptible complex emotion.