On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

She paused deliberately, admiring the desperate expressions of the two men, before slowly saying, "Just go down and continue the performance with Murong Hong and Murong Zhang."

Fengling Guards immediately stepped forward and dragged the two men who were crying and begging for mercy to the open space in the hall to "perform".

The so-called "ventriloquism" turned into screams and pleas of terror, and the "juggling" was even more embarrassing and ugly!

Murong Yan was watching with great interest on the stage, even chuckling occasionally, as if she were really watching an interesting performance. However, the ministers below the stage felt as if they were sitting on pins and needles, their bodies icy cold!

After the performance, the two men were completely devastated.

Murong Yan seemed satisfied, and waved her trumpet sleeves lightly: "Reward. Give me some wine."

Two cups of "imperial wine" were served. The two men drank it tremblingly. A moment later, they foamed at the mouth, convulsed, and fell to the ground! They were quickly dragged away!

The hall was dead silent! You could hear a pin drop!

The smell of blood seemed to spread again!

Murong Yan, however, seemed to have just dealt with two flies. She lazily returned to the throne, picked up the glass cup in front of her, and took a sip: "Is the atmosphere better now?"

No one dared to answer.

She swept her eyes around again and named a few officials, ordering them to write poems "praising peace" or recount "stories of loyalty to the emperor". If there was any mistake or vague words, she would be furious. At the very least, they would be beaten with a stick, and at the worst, they would be dragged out of the hall, their life or death unknown!

This grand feast had completely transformed into a courtroom where Her Majesty could do whatever she pleased, deciding life and death! She used the laziest gestures, spoke the softest words, yet performed the most brutal acts!

Every seemingly casual comment may determine the life or death of a family!

Lin Zhen always stood silently beside her, like the most loyal shadow, silently carrying out every one of her instructions, whether explicit or implicit.

Only when there were no more obvious "remnants" left to be caught at the banquet did Murong Yan seem to tire of it. She dismissed the music and dance and signaled the ministers to "do as they please."

However, after what happened just now, who would dare to "do as they please"?

Everyone held their breath, as if walking on thin ice.

Murong Yan stopped looking at them. She turned slightly to the side, her gaze fixed on Lin Zhen beside her. His shoulder injury hadn't healed yet, and after standing for so long, his face seemed even paler.

She looked at him quietly for a moment, and the coldness and violence in her eyes gradually faded away, stained with a very faint, imperceptible complex emotion.

She suddenly reached out and gently touched the back of his hand hanging at his side with her slender fingers covered with gloves.

Lin Zhen's body stiffened slightly and he lowered his eyes to look at her.

"Tired?" she asked softly, her voice infinitely softer than before, with a hint of lazy hoarseness.

Lin Zhen shook his head slightly.

Murong Yan seemed not to notice and patted the wide armrest of her throne (the throne was very large, like a small couch): "Come here."

Lin Zhen was stunned, a flicker of astonishment flashing in his eyes. The ministers below the stage held their breath! Your Majesty, what is this...?

"I asked you to come over." Murong Yan's tone was slightly deep, with a hint of unquestionable command.

Lin Zhen hesitated for a moment, but finally went forward as she said and sat down in the empty seat next to the armrest of the throne that she pointed to.

The place was originally designed for storing items and was not spacious. After he sat down, he was very close to her who was in the center of the throne.

Murong Yan seemed satisfied.

She even adjusted her sitting position slightly, so that part of the five-meter-long gorgeous train naturally fell on Lin Zhen's legs, and the dark gold Su Jin was intertwined with his dark robe.

She picked up her half-drunk glass and passed it to Lin Zhen's lips, saying lazily, "Try it."

Lin Zhen looked at her with deep eyes, finally lowered his head, took a sip from her hand.

As he moved, his lips accidentally brushed against the tips of her gloved fingers.

Murong Yan withdrew her hand and took a sip from the edge of the cup where he had drunk. However, her eyes were always fixed on his face with a deep look in them.

The ministers in the audience were already stunned and terrified!

This... this is simply...

Murong Yan, however, seemed completely oblivious to the turmoil she had caused. She put down her wine glass and leaned slightly towards Lin Zhen, her large, gorgeous trumpet sleeves almost brushing his face.

"Does it still hurt?" she asked in a low voice, her eyes falling on the wound hidden under his shoulder armor.

Lin Zhen shook his head slightly.

"Lie." Murong Yan uttered the two words softly, and suddenly stretched out her hand, not to touch his shoulder injury, but to lightly touch the corner of his lips, which were slightly moistened by drinking, with her fingertips.

Her movements were slow, with a sense of scrutiny and possession. The black velvet on her fingertips contrasted strangely with the warmth of his skin.

Lin Zhen's breath choked, his body completely stiffened, he dared not move, and could only let her fingertips stay there.

The audience was completely silent! Everyone lowered their heads, wishing they could hide in the cracks of the ground! This scene... was so shocking! So terrifying!

It’s too... ambiguous!

Murong Yan seemed very satisfied with his stiffness.

She withdrew her hand, and her fingertips unconsciously rubbed against each other, as if savoring the touch.

She suddenly moved closer, whispering in his ear, a voice only the two of them could hear. Her breath was warm, carrying the aroma of wine and her unique cold plum fragrance. She whispered, "Stay and warm my bed tonight."

Her voice was soft, but it carried an unquestionable command and a strange temptation.

Lin Zhen's ears instantly turned a faint blush. He suddenly raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes filled with incredible shock and an indescribable throbbing.

Murong Yan had already stepped back, and her face returned to that lazy and indifferent expression, as if the shocking words she had just said had never been uttered.

She even raised her hand and gently straightened his collar, which was not messy at all. Her movements were natural, but carried an absolute sense of possessiveness.

Then, she stopped looking at him and turned her gaze back to the ministers below the stage who were so eager to hide themselves, and her voice returned to its cold, clear tone: "The banquet is over. Let's disperse."

"We, the officials, take our leave!" As if they had been pardoned, everyone fled the suffocating hall in a daze, crawling and tumbling.

In the blink of an eye, the hall was empty, with only the emperor and empress left, as well as the palace maids and eunuchs who were bowing their heads and holding their breath in the distance.

Murong Yan then slowly stood up, her five-foot-long tail sliding down from Lin Zhen's legs. She didn't leave immediately, but stood in front of him, looking down at him.

"Get up," she ordered.

Lin Zhen stood up as he was told.

Murong Yan suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed the front of his black robe. Her force was not strong, but with irresistible force, she pulled him towards her.

Then, in the empty hall, under the brilliant lights - she stood on tiptoe, raised her head, and pressed her warm, wine-scented lips precisely and heavily against his!

It wasn't just a light kiss, but a kiss that smelled of alcohol, carried the excitement of a bloody victory, carried the meaning of absolute possession and declaration, and was even a bit overbearing!

She had no skills at all, she just rubbed and sucked hard, as if she was tasting her own trophies, or as if she was branding the mark of ownership!

Lin Zhen's mind was blank. He could only feel the softness and coolness of her lips, the subtle touch of the gold embroidery on her luxurious nightgown against his chest, and the pervasive, unique cold plum fragrance that completely enveloped him!

After a long time, Murong Yan slowly let him go, her tongue unconsciously licking the corner of her lips, her eyes hazy with a hint of satisfaction and laziness, a rare and real blush on her cheeks.

She looked at his shocked expression and chuckled softly, her voice hoarse and seductive: "...It tastes good."

After she finished speaking, she stopped looking at him, turned around, and walked towards the back of the hall in her extremely gorgeous nightgown with a five-meter train, leaving Lin Zhen with an absolutely strong and yet enchanting back view.