On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

March is the season when grass grows and birds sing, and all things come back to life. However, the nerves of the Daqian Dynasty are once again on edge.

Deep in the imperial city, the military duty room, which was originally solemn and dignified and full of the atmosphere of the imperial cardinal, was now filled with a cold, oppressive and tense atmosphere that was different from the past.

A huge sand table depicting the territories of Daqian and its surrounding countries occupies the center of the hall. Mountains, rivers, cities and passes are all clearly presented in miniature models.

Around the sand table, several generals and important officials in military uniforms or dark official uniforms stood solemnly with their heads bowed, their faces solemn, and cold sweat visible on their foreheads.

The air was filled with silent fear and anxiety.

Although the rebellion was quelled, the hidden dangers have not been eliminated.

The latest secret reports came like thunderclaps: Yuwen Shu, one of the most important strategists under Jingbei King Murong Hong, who was proficient in the study of things and especially good at firearms and mechanical manufacturing, had successfully escaped from the country on the eve of the city's fall, carrying a large number of core drawings and a group of elite craftsmen, and defected to Qi, Daqian's powerful neighbor in the northeast!

What is even more disturbing is that the State of Qi secretly colluded with several large ethnic minority tribes that had been restless on the southwestern border of Daqian, promising them huge profits, providing weapons, and inciting them to invade the border at the same time!

In the north, the powerful Qi has obtained powerful weapons, which makes it even more powerful; in the southwest, the barbarians are instigated, and the war is about to begin!

Daqian was instantly plunged into a huge strategic crisis with enemies on both sides!

In the duty room, Lin Zhen, dressed in a dark-colored uniform embroidered with coiled dragons, stood beside the main seat of the sand table. His face was as calm as water, but the heaviness between his brows and the sharpness deep in his eyes could not be concealed.

He was listening to the Minister of War reporting urgent military information in a slightly trembling voice.

At this moment, the heavy rosewood door of the duty room was pushed open silently.

Everyone looked up subconsciously, and in an instant, their breath was held in place!

Murong Yan was seen wearing that extremely gorgeous, light as a dream, yet at this moment, in this important military area filled with masculine and murderous aura, she looked extremely abrupt, yet majestic, as if she could suppress all weapons. The black and gold Su Jin cotton nightgown was made of the pattern of birds paying homage to the phoenix. It had a name as noble and oppressive as its owner: "Divine Phoenix Descent Dress".

She walked in slowly and calmly, as if she was not stepping into the empire's highest military hub, but into her own back garden.

In the dim light of the duty room, the extremely black Su Jin base material absorbed the light, presenting a bottomless ink color. However, the golden cotton wool and the thin gold thread woven into it flowed with a dark brilliance in the shadows, mysterious and noble, colliding violently with the cold and military atmosphere around it, yet strangely blending into an even more suffocating pressure.

On top of the "Divine Phoenix Descent Skirt", the overwhelming giant phoenix is ​​embroidered with only red gold thread. In the solemn environment at this moment, it looks even more scorching and oppressive. The phoenix feathers are layered, as if born from fire. Its noble majesty reveals a murderous aura that can crush all obstacles!

The black diamonds in her phoenix eyes were cold and penetrating, looking down at the vast landscape and the frightened officials on the sand table. Her wide, light trumpet sleeves fell at her sides, the gold tassels at the cuffs motionless.

And the five-meter-long tail of Su Jin was dragging directly on the cold and hard golden brick floor of the duty room without any scruples!

The gems inlaid on the extremely luxurious train stubbornly reflected the cold light in the dim light, like a flowing dark gold boundary, closely connecting the empire's murderous cardinal with her absolute authority.

She had a stunning appearance, but her expression was as cold as ice. Her gaze swept calmly across the sand table and the people with their heads bowed. There was no trace of emotion in her eyes, only a kind of all-seeing, frightening sharpness.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!" The ministers knelt down hurriedly and saluted, their voices distorted due to nervousness.

Murong Yan did not ask them to stand up immediately, but walked slowly to the main seat of the sand table. The five-meter-long train of the "Divine Phoenix Dress" spread out behind her, almost occupying the passage on one side of the sand table.

She leaned forward slightly, her slender fingers, clad in black velvet gloves, lightly tracing the Qi territory marked on the sand table. Her voice was cold and clear: "Where is Yuwen Shu?"

The Minister of War knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head, and replied in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, according to the latest secret report, the traitor Yuwen Shu has arrived in the capital of Qi and has been solemnly received by the King of Qi. The drawings of improved artillery, the design of new ship keels, and a group of craftsmen proficient in forging and gunpowder that he brought with him have all been accepted by Qi."

Murong Yan's fingertips continued to slide towards the restless tribal models on the southwest border. "How many armors, swords and arrows have these barbarians got? Who gave them to them?"

"Your Majesty, be advised! This was secretly transported by the Qi envoys through a secret mountain passage."

"Secret passages?" Murong Yan repeated softly, tapping the area with her fingertips. "How many are there? Who controls them? Why did you only report it now?"

Her voice was not loud, but every word was like an icicle, piercing the heart of the Minister of War. The Minister was sweating profusely and kowtowed repeatedly: "Your Majesty, I have failed to supervise you! I will die!"

Murong Yan stood up, not looking at him, but at the markers on the sand table representing the Daqian border military towns. "How many soldiers are available in the Northern Zhen Army and the Western Frontier Protectorate? How much food and fodder are there? Are the weapons stocks sufficient?"

Her questions were incredibly precise and to the point. Several of the relevant generals hurriedly responded, their voices trembling. While they reported rough figures, their voices were clearly weak.

Murong Yan listened quietly, with no expression on her face, just tapping the edge of the sand table with her fingertips from time to time.

After everyone finished reporting, the duty room fell into silence, with only the sound of heavy breathing.

Murong Yan suddenly chuckled, a crisp sound that made everyone's scalp tingle. "So what you're saying is that Qi has obtained a powerful weapon and will soon become unstoppable; the barbarians have been bewitched and will soon attack our borders; and our Daqian soldiers are exhausted and short of food, so we can only sit and wait for death?"

"We dare not!" Everyone kowtowed in horror.

"Don't dare?" Murong Yan walked slowly, the train of her "Divine Phoenix Dress" sliding behind her, making a subtle but clear friction sound. "I see that's what you think in your heart."

She turned around suddenly!

The movements were swift and graceful, with unquestionable majesty!

The light and elegant five-meter-long Su Jin train was suddenly lifted up by the sudden turn, and the huge dark golden skirt spread out like the wings of an angry phoenix, sweeping across the cold ground 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 in the dim light of the duty room. The golden light was dazzling and brilliant, gorgeous and glorious to the extreme, like the light of thunder that suddenly split open in the solemn military place, noble, dazzling, and full of ruthless judgment!

The skirt falls down, and the brilliance is restrained.

But Murong Yan's murderous intent was as real as day: "Just because Qi State got some blueprints and a few craftsmen, they think they can turn the world upside down?"

Her voice was cold. "Those things were given to them by me for fun."

She glanced at the kneeling generals. "Firearms? My Institute of Gewu has already developed newer designs! Ships? The next batch of warships at my Longjiang Shipyard is nearly complete! They're just picking up trash I'm too lazy to keep!"

Everyone looked up in shock, their eyes full of disbelief!

Murong Yan's lips curled up cruelly. "As for those barbarians in the southwest, they forgot who their masters were after taking a few pieces of scrap metal?"

She clenched her hands beneath her wide, trumpet-shaped sleeves: "Pass on my command!"

"One! Effective immediately, all trade routes to Qi are blocked! Not a grain of salt or an inch of iron is allowed to enter the north! Anyone who disobeys this order will be executed!"

"Second! Order the Institute of Gewu to immediately distribute the new blueprints for the 'Thor Cannon' and the 'Sea-Covering Ship' to all major military workshops. Work on them day and night! I want to see the finished product within a month!"

"Three! Order the Secret Guards to activate all those lurking within Qi! We have only one target: Yuwen Shu and all the craftsmen he has taken with him. I want them all dead! Burn as many Qi weapon workshops as possible!"

"Fourth! Order all military garrisons along the southwestern border to open their border markets, and reduce the prices of salt, iron, tea, and silk to 30% of previous years! At the same time," her eyes suddenly turned cold, "convey my decree to those tribal leaders: immediately escort the Qi envoys to the capital, and execute all Qi merchants within their territories! Otherwise, I will send troops to help them 'clean up' and, by the way, replace them with obedient leaders!"

Her orders came one after another, cold, precise, and filled with an air of supreme self-confidence! It was as if the crisis before her was nothing more than a game that could be easily crushed!

The ministers were horrified when they heard this, but they were also intimidated by his aura, as if they saw the light of hope.

"But Your Majesty," the Minister of Revenue said stubbornly, "if we open the market and reduce prices by 30%, the national treasury may not be able to support it."

Murong Yan glanced at him coldly, "If the treasury is empty, then confiscate their property! Aren't the assets of those traitors I killed a few days ago enough to fill this hole?"

The Shangshu was so frightened that he trembled and dared not say anything more.

"Any more questions?" Murong Yan glanced across the audience.

No one dared to answer.

"Then do it." She said lightly, as if she had just given an order for a trivial matter.

"We obey your order!" Everyone got up and crawled as if they had been pardoned, bowed and left the duty room. Their steps were hurried but with a hint of excitement as they had survived a disaster.

In the duty room, in a blink of an eye, only Murong Yan and Lin Zhen were left.

The coldness and murderous intent on Murong Yan's face instantly faded, replaced by a faint trace of fatigue. She slowly walked over to a large, tiger-skin-covered armchair beside the sand table. She didn't sit down, but leaned slightly against the backrest, her gaze fixed on the vast expanse of the sand table. She remained silent for a moment.

Lin Zhen walked forward silently and stood beside her.

Murong Yan suddenly spoke softly, with a hint of laziness and dependence in her voice: "My husband, I am hungry."

Lin Zhen was slightly startled, then a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes. He bowed slightly and signaled that the meal should be served immediately.

Murong Yan shook her head. She turned to face Lin Zhen, the train of her "Divine Phoenix Dress" moving with her. She raised her hand and, with the tip of her fingertip, lightly touched the dragon's eye embroidered on his chest. "I want to eat the lotus seed soup you made."

Lin Zhen's eyes fixed, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and he nodded.

"I want it now." Murong Yan's tone was filled with a hint of willful indulgence, as if the tyrant who was strategizing and making decisive decisions just now was just an illusion.

Lin Zhen nodded again, turned around and was about to go to the small kitchen himself.

"Wait." Murong Yan called him.

He turned around.

Murong Yan took a step forward, the two of them very close. She looked up at him, her eyes fixed on his lips, her gaze deep. She suddenly reached out, not to hug him, but to gently cup his face with both hands, her black velvet thumb gently stroking his jawline.

"Come back quickly." She ordered in a low voice, but her tone was soft and rare. "It's boring to be alone."

After saying that, she actually stood on tiptoe and quickly pressed a kiss on the corner of his lips, which was as light as a dragonfly skimming the water, but it was enough to make Lin Zhen freeze.

Then, she let go of his hand and took a step back, her face returning to a somewhat lazy indifference, as if the intimate gesture had never happened. She walked towards the window on the side of the duty room in her gorgeous and heavy "Divine Phoenix Dress" and looked out, leaving him with a beautiful and lonely back view.

Lin Zhen stood where he was, raised his hand and gently touched the corner of his lips which seemed to still retain her scent and slightly cool touch. His eyes were as deep as the night, and finally turned into an almost inaudible sigh. He turned around and left quickly.

In the duty room, Murong Yan stood quietly by the window. The spring light outside was beautiful, but it could not reach her deep phoenix eyes. She gently stroked the cold and smooth black diamond phoenix eyes on her "Divine Phoenix Dress" and whispered to herself, a voice only she could hear:

"King of Qi, the Barbarian Lord Yuwen Shu, you'd better not let me go to the battle in person."

"My 'Divine Phoenix Dress' doesn't want to be stained by the dust of the world."