On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Every word she uttered was filled with bloody murderous intent and unquestionable authority!

After saying this, she no longer looked at anyone, turned around and walked out of the hall, wearing her gorgeous and heavy "Divine Phoenix Dress" that seemed to be stained with jade and silk scraps.

Lin Zhen followed closely behind.

When she reached the palace gate, she paused slightly without looking back, but her voice came again, with a hint of playful cruelty:

"By the way, thank Yuwen Shu for me."

"Thank you for helping me find a good excuse to destroy your Qi State."

As soon as she finished speaking, she had already stepped out of Tianshou Palace.

The scorching summer sun instantly enveloped her elegant figure, and her five-meter-long train wound along the white marble steps outside the hall, leaving a thrilling trail.

Inside the palace, there was a deathly silence. The King of Qi's face turned pale, and his entire body trembled. After a moment, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood! The ministers cried out in panic!

On the way back to the Daqian headquarters on the outskirts of Linzi, Murong Yan leaned lazily on the cushion in the gorgeous phoenix chariot, closing her eyes to rest, as if the thrilling negotiation just now had never happened.

Lin Zhen sat beside her, silent, gazing at the scenery passing by quickly outside the window with deep eyes.

After returning to the camp, Murong Yan dismissed her attendants and walked straight into the bedroom. The soft candlelight in the hall dispelled the summer heat.

She walked to the huge glass mirror and looked quietly at her own gorgeous "Divine Phoenix Dress" in the mirror, as well as the jade powder on the hem of the skirt.

"It's dirty," she whispered, with a hint of genuine disgust in her tone.

Lin Zhen walked forward silently, took a warm wet wipe, knelt on one knee, and wiped the stain on the edge of her nightgown very carefully and bit by bit.

His movements were gentle and focused, as if he was handling a fragile and rare treasure.

Murong Yan lowered her head to look at his focused profile and gentle movements. The coldness and brutality in her eyes gradually faded away, stained with a very faint, imperceptible complex emotion.

Suddenly, she reached out her hand, not to take the wet wipes, but to gently lift his chin with the tip of her finger wearing the black jade ring, forcing him to look up at her.

Their eyes met. A flash of surprise crossed Lin Zhen's eyes, then turned into quiet obedience.

"Are you scared?" she asked softly, her voice a little husky and lazy.

Lin Zhen shook his head slightly.

Murong Yan looked at him quietly for a moment, then suddenly, she bent down, put her arms around his neck, and gently pressed his head against her soft abdomen.

The wide and gorgeous trumpet sleeves fell and brushed across his shoulders.

This was an extremely intimate hug, even one that contained a sense of dependence.

Lin Zhen's body suddenly stiffened, his breathing was instantly choked, and he dared not move.

"I'm very unhappy today." Murong Yan rested her chin on the top of his head, her voice muffled, with a rare, almost aggrieved tone, "How dare that old thing look at me like that, and even want me to take a step back."

Her arms tightened a little: "I want to kill someone."

Lin Zhen was silent, feeling the coolness and softness of her body, the subtle touch of the gold embroidery on her nightgown, and the faint fragrance of cold plum blossoms.

After a long time, Murong Yan slowly let him go.

She stood up straight, and her face returned to that lazy and indifferent expression, as if the fragility just now had never appeared.

"Get up." She said calmly, turning and walking towards the bathtub, "Prepare water, I want to bathe."

"Also," she paused slightly without looking back, "order the three armies to break camp and return home tomorrow."

"The war has begun."

Ink gold shatters jade and silk in the palace, and the divine phoenix burns the covenant in anger. Before the blood edict is issued, the smoke of war rises, and the loyal remains are embraced to comfort the heart of the murderer.

On the border of Qian and Qi, three hundred miles outside Yanmen Pass, lies a formidable valley called Black Wind Pass. This valley was the vital passage for Qi to advance northward into the heart of Daqian, and its rugged terrain made it easy to defend but difficult to attack.

After Murong Yan brazenly declared war in Tianshou Palace, King Gao Zhan of Qi was shocked and angry, but deep down he still had great confidence and disdain.

He relied on Qi's well-trained soldiers and sufficient food, strong military equipment, and the "intelligence" provided by Yuwen Shu. He believed that Murong Yan was just arrogant for a while. Her country was just beginning to be settled and the southwest was newly pacified, and she was simply unable to support a full-scale war with the powerful Qi.

He mobilized 200,000 elite troops, claiming to have 500,000, and used Black Wind Pass as his base camp. He took an active offensive posture, intending to crush the Daqian border army in one fell swoop with the force of a mountain pressing down on them, and go straight to Huanglong!

The Qi army camp stretched for dozens of miles, with flags covering the sky, swords and spears like a forest, and morale high.

Inside the central army tent, King Gao Zhan of Qi, wearing golden armor, drank wine with his generals and pointed at the sand table. His words were full of contempt for the "evil woman who was ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth" and longing for the upcoming "glorious victory."

"Your Majesty, scouts report that the main force of the Qian army is hiding inside Yanmen Pass, and only a small group of cavalry has been sent to harass them. It seems they are afraid!" said a general with a smile.

"Hmph, Murong Yan is just a woman who only knows how to indulge in luxury in the harem. What does she know about military tactics? When my army knocks on the gate, she will be made to kneel down and beg for mercy!" another general echoed.

The King of Qi stroked his beard and sneered, "Pass the order down! The army will march out in three days! I will personally conquer Yanmen Pass and capture that witch. Let's see if she can still act so arrogant in that ridiculous nightgown!"

However, they did not know that in an extremely hidden valley less than fifty miles away from Heifeng Pass, Daqian's real war machine was operating silently.

This valley has been transformed into a large and efficient front-line command hub. It is not a traditional military camp, but more like a huge war workshop and command center combined with full of machine gun information.

The center is a hall built with huge logs and black rocks. It has a rough style but exudes a solemn atmosphere. It is called "Feng Li Hall".

Inside Fengli Hall, the candlelight was bright, but it was unusually quiet.

On the huge northern sand table, the enemy and our own situation are extremely clear.

In stark contrast to the clamor in the Qi army camp, here there were only precise commands and the subtle sounds of mechanisms turning.

Murong Yan was not wearing military uniform. She was still wearing the gorgeous, dreamy, black and gold Su Jin cotton nightgown - the Phoenix Descent Dress, which blended strangely with the tense atmosphere of the war front. She was lazily leaning on a large couch covered with a complete snow leopard skin next to the sand table.

Even though she is at the front-line command center, this nightgown still maintains a breathtaking luxury.

The extremely dark black Su Jin base material, illuminated by a large number of giant tallow candles in the hall, absorbed the flames, presenting an abyss-like ink color. The golden cotton wool and real gold threads woven into it flowed with flowing, cold and hot dark golden waves under the leaping flames. It was mysterious and noble, conflicting with and strangely unified with the cold and military atmosphere around it.

On top of the "Divine Phoenix Descent Skirt", the overwhelming giant phoenix is ​​embroidered only with red gold thread. It looks even more scorching and oppressive under the shadow of war. The phoenix feathers are layered, as if dancing in fire, and its noble majesty reveals a murderous aura that can crush everything!

The black diamonds in her phoenix eyes pierced through with cold clarity, reflecting the model of the Qi army camp on the sand table. Her wide, light, trumpet-shaped sleeves draped over the edge of the couch, their gold tassels unmoving. And on her left thumb, the translucent black jade ring shone with a cold luster in the candlelight.

And the five-meter-long Su Jin tail dragged directly on the rough but polished wooden floor of Fengli Hall without any scruples!

The gems inlaid on the extremely luxurious tail reflected the brilliant light in the firelight, like an ink-gold river flowing in the war lair, declaring the absolute dominance of imperial power over war.

She had a stunning appearance, but her expression was one of playful indifference. Her right hand, with a black jade ring on its fingertips, was tapping lightly the mark on the sand table representing the Qi army's food and forage camp at Heifeng Pass.

Lin Zhen was dressed in a dark suit, without armor. He stood calmly beside the couch, scanning every detail on the sand table with sharp eyes. Occasionally, he would raise his hand and silently point in a certain direction, and the messenger beside him would quietly retreat to carry out the order.

"The King of Qi should be drinking now, right?" Murong Yan suddenly spoke softly, her voice a little lazy and hoarse, as if she was chatting.

No one answered. The only sound in the hall was the crackling of candlelight.

She didn't care and continued to say to herself: "Drink, drink more, soon he won't be in the mood to drink."

At this moment, a secret guard flashed into the hall like a ghost, knelt on one knee, and reported in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the third warehouse in the southeast corner of the Qi army's grain camp has been arranged as planned."

Murong Yan's lips curled up in a faint, cold arc: "Very good. Inform the 'Fire Crow' that the fire can be lit."

The secret guard received the order and disappeared instantly.

Murong Yan's gaze returned to the sand table, her fingertips tapping lightly on the edge of the couch: "Calculating the time, the King of Qi's celebration banquet should turn into a fire-fighting banquet."

Sure enough, less than half an hour later, another secret guard rushed in and said, "Your Majesty, a fire has broken out in the Qi army's grain camp at Black Wind Pass! The fire, fueled by the wind, is spreading rapidly! The Qi army is in chaos!"

Murong Yan didn't even raise her eyelids, but just said "hmm" softly, as if she had expected it.

She picked up a glass of amber wine from the low table beside the couch and took a sip.

"How can burning down just one granary be enough?" She put down her wine glass and glanced at the Qi army's water source on the sand table. "Their water will be next."

In the next few days, the Qi army camp was plagued by nightmares!

Today, a vital water source was poisoned. Although it did not cause large-scale casualties, it caused panic in the army and even drinking water became a problem for the soldiers and horses. Tomorrow, several elite patrols were mysteriously ambushed while out on reconnaissance. The entire army was wiped out, and the bodies were arranged in strange patterns.

The next day, senior military generals died in "accidents" one after another. Some were bitten by poisonous snakes, while others broke their necks after falling off horses. The cause of death was suspicious, and it was obviously a carefully planned assassination!

The Qi army went from being arrogant at the beginning to being shocked and doubtful!

Rumors spread in the military camp, saying that Daqian had the help of ghosts and gods, and Murong Yan knew magic!

King Gao Zhan of Qi's initial self-confidence was eroded by sudden blows one after another. The celebration banquet had long been stopped, and was replaced by anxious military meetings and increasingly severe punishment orders, but it still could not prevent the arrival of disaster!