On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The bloody light and scorched earth in Black Stone Cave had not yet completely cooled down, but Murong Yan's gaze was already cast like an eagle towards the more distant northeast - Qi State.

Yuwen Shu, the most important strategist of the emperor's uncle Murong Hong and the one who defected with the core secrets of Daqian, was like a poisonous thorn that pierced her heart deeply.

However, she did not immediately launch a thunderous cross-border attack, but chose a slower, more brutal method that also demonstrated her absolute control.

It was early summer, in Yanmen Pass, the northern border of Daqian.

This pass is majestically situated between towering mountains, guarding the north-south throat. The pass is majestic and the flags are fluttering.

The Marshal's Mansion inside the pass has been temporarily converted into the emperor's headquarters. Although it is not as luxurious as the imperial palace, it still exudes a solemn military atmosphere.

At this moment, the main hall of the Marshal's Mansion had been transformed into a strategic hub. A massive sand table depicting the northern border and neighboring kingdoms occupied the center, densely marked with military intelligence information.

The hall was brightly lit by candlelight, yet the atmosphere was solemn. Several powerful secret guard leaders and Northern Frontier military commanders, dressed in dark, bowed their heads in awe, their faces respectful but with a hint of undisguised awe.

Murong Yan did not sit in the main seat, but was wearing the black and gold Su brocade cotton nightgown, which was gorgeous, light as a dream, and formed an extreme contrast with the iron-blooded atmosphere of this border. It was the Phoenix Descent Dress. She was leaning lazily on a large armchair covered with white tiger skin next to the sand table.

Even in the frontier commander's mansion, this nightgown still maintains its shocking luxury.

The extremely dark black Su Jin base material absorbs the light under the candlelight and the scorching summer sun shining through the window, presenting a bottomless ink color. The golden cotton wool and real gold thread woven into it flow with cold and sharp dark golden waves under the light, which is mysterious and noble.

On top of the "Divine Phoenix Descent Skirt", the overwhelming giant phoenix is ​​embroidered with only red gold thread. Against the majestic background of the frontier, it looks even more majestic. The phoenix feathers are layered and glowing like molten gold. Its noble majesty reveals a murderous aura that hunts souls and takes lives!

The black diamonds in the phoenix eyes were cold and penetrating, as if they could penetrate thousands of miles and lock onto their prey.

The wide and light trumpet sleeves fell to the edge of the chair, and the gold tassels on the cuffs remained motionless.

The translucent black jade ring on her left thumb glowed with a cold luster under the candlelight.

And the five-meter-long tail of the Su Jin dragged directly on the smoothly polished bluestone floor of the Marshal's Mansion without any scruples!

The extremely luxurious train came into contact with the cold stone slab, and the gems inlaid on it reflected the light, like a dark golden decree descending on the border, coldly declaring the far-reaching reach of imperial power.

She had a peerless beauty, but her expression was one of playful indifference. Her right hand, with a black jade ring on its fingertips, was gently tapping the model of "Linzi", the capital of Qi State, on the sand table.

Lin Zhen was wearing a dark uniform. His shoulder injury seemed to have healed a little, but his face was still a little pale. He stood silently on the other side of the sand table, watching the situation on the sand table evolve with a calm gaze.

A secret guard leader bowed and reported in a low but clear voice: "According to the secret report from Night Owl, the traitor Yuwen Shu has been rewarded by the King of Qi and appointed as a guest official, in charge of the Tiangong Academy.

Qi artillery craftsmen had already begun replicating the artillery blueprints he brought with him, but their core mechanism had repeatedly failed to work, and progress was slow. Three of the artisans he brought with him died suddenly in accidents, and the rest were under strict surveillance, causing widespread panic.

Murong Yan listened, a faint, cold smile forming on her lips. "Oh? Only three died? The King of Qi's protection seems to be unsatisfactory."

The leader of the secret guards lowered his head even more. "Your Majesty, please understand. According to investigations, the deaths of those three people are suspected to be related to the factional strife among Qi's local craftsmen, and our Night Owls were also secretly instigating it."

"Not enough." Murong Yan softly uttered the two words, tapping her fingertips firmly on the "Linzi" model. "I want Yuwen Shu to be unable to sleep or eat. I want him to have no one he can trust. I want him to become a truly frightened rat."

She raised her eyes, glanced at the leaders of the secret guards, and said in a voice as cold as ice: "Pass the order on."

"First, mobilize all the night owls lurking in Linzi. There is no need to rush to assassinate him. I want you to have fun with him." Her tone was cruel and playful.

"Today I will place an unidentified corpse at the door of his mansion; tomorrow I will put some harmless but suspicious condiment in his tea; the day after tomorrow I will turn his most beloved concubine into my ears."

"I want him to be afraid of stepping on needles when walking, afraid of swallowing poison when eating, and afraid of not seeing the sun tomorrow when sleeping." Her voice was not loud, but every word was as sharp as a knife, making people feel terrified.

"Secondly," she turned her gaze to the border between Qi and its neighboring states on the sand table, "those small states that are dependent on Qi or have trade relations with Qi should cause trouble for them. Robbery of tributes, killing of envoys, will naturally be blamed on certain forces dissatisfied with the King of Qi." She chuckled. "I want to see whether the King of Qi will protect his guests or his vassal states."

"Third," she said, her fingertips gliding over a winding river model on the sand table. It was a vital waterway flowing through the capital of Qi. "Find an opportunity to have one or two ships loaded with scrap accidentally collide with Yuwen Shu while he's inspecting the Tiangongyuan workshops along the river. We don't have to kill him, just splash him with dirty water."

A malicious glint flashed in her eyes. "My divine phoenix dress cannot be stained by dust. His dog life is not worth a few drops of dirty water."

Order after order, not to take someone's life immediately, but to inflict extreme torture, humiliation, and mental destruction! This is a higher level of pursuit, one that instills fear into the bones!

The leaders of the secret guards obeyed the order with enthusiasm and awe in their eyes.

"Also," Murong Yan seemed to remember something and lazily adjusted her sitting position to allow the five-meter-long tail to spread more comfortably, "I heard that Yuwen Shu has a son who is being held hostage in Qi?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. His youngest son, Yuwen Tuo, is only twelve years old. He has been placed in the palace by the King of Qi, ostensibly as a study companion, but in reality as a hostage."

"Hmm." Murong Yan responded softly, the black jade ring on her finger unconsciously turning.

"Find an opportunity to make that child seriously ill. A near-fatal illness, and then..."

She paused, the cruel curve at the corner of her mouth deepening, "Let our people just offer the elixir to save his life."

She raised her eyes, her gaze icy: "I want Yuwen Shu to kneel down and thank me before swallowing the poison even though he knows it's poison!"

This is not just a pursuit, it is also a heart-breaking attack!

Force the prey into a desperate situation and make it suffer fear, humiliation and helpless despair!

Lin Zhen stood aside, listening to all this in silence, his eyes lowered, his emotions unclear, only his hands at his sides tightened slightly.

After the order was given, the secret guard leaders took their orders and left, and peace temporarily returned to the general's mansion.

Murong Yan seemed a little tired. She slowly stood up, her five-foot tail sliding along. She walked to the window and looked out at the majestic walls of Yanmen Pass and the vast mountains in the distance.

The scorching summer sun shines on the wall, reflecting a dazzling light.

"Husband," she suddenly spoke softly, without turning around, her voice lazily hoarse, "What do you think Yuwen Shu is doing right now?"

Lin Zhen raised his eyes slightly, looked at her back, and did not answer.

Murong Yan didn't seem to need his answer and continued, "Is he worrying about those impossible-to-copy artillery blueprints? Or is he suspiciously checking everyone around him? Or is he trembling while holding his sickly son?"

She chuckled softly, her laughter crisp but chillingly cold: "It's really fun, isn't it?"

She turned around suddenly!

The movements are swift and majestic!

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 a hunting phoenix, sweeping across the smooth 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 patterns on the lining suddenly flashed in the scorching summer light. The golden light was dazzling and gorgeous to the extreme, as if it was the golden flame of the sun that suddenly ignited in the solemn and murderous place at the border. It was noble, dazzling, and carried the cruel meaning of teasing the prey in the palm of the hand!

The skirt falls down, and the brilliance is restrained.

But Murong Yan's desire for control was already evident. She walked back to the sand table, her gaze once again set on "Linzi", and her fingertips gently tapped it.

"No rush," she whispered to herself, as if to comfort herself, but also as if to declare, "I have plenty of time to play with him."

"Wait until he's almost completely consumed by fear, wait until the King of Qi is completely fed up with him, wait until he's turned into a plague god that everyone avoids."

She raised her head and looked at Lin Zhen, her eyes flashing with an almost innocent yet extremely cruel light: "I will send someone to invite him back when the time comes."

"What do you think?" she tilted her head, her tone tinged with a hint of cruel curiosity. "Should we chop him into pieces and burn him to death? Or should we turn him into a human pig and place him on the tower of Yanmen Pass, letting him watch my kingdom every day, unable to live or die?"

Her voice was soft, but like the tongue of a poisonous snake, every word was filled with creepy malice.

Lin Zhen remained silent, but his lowered eyelids trembled slightly.

Murong Yan seemed quite satisfied with the image she had conjured. She gently stroked the golden wings of the giant phoenix on the cuffs of her "Divine Phoenix Dress," turned around, and walked towards the inner chambers of the general's mansion, wearing her gorgeous, heavy nightgown.

When she reached the door, she paused slightly without looking back, and her voice came coldly:

"Send a message to Wang Jian at Zhennan Pass: It's time to find a new and obedient master for the barbarian land."

"As for how to change it, let him decide."

"I just want results."

After saying that, she walked into the inner room, her gorgeous train finally slid in, and the door curtain fell.

Lin Zhen was the only one left in the main hall of the Marshal's Mansion.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the tiny model representing Linzi on the sand table with complicated eyes, as if he could penetrate thousands of miles and see the chess piece named Yuwen Shu struggling in an invisible web.

The scorching summer sun shines through the window lattice, but it makes people feel a chill to the bones.

This hunt wasn't about life or death, only torture. Murong Yan was weaving a vast web of fear in her uniquely cruel and sophisticated way, not only to capture her prey but also to completely destroy its soul within it.