On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Murong Yan suddenly turned around!

The movements were swift and full of hostility after being provoked!

The light and elegant five-meter-long Su Jin train was suddenly lifted up by the sudden and decisive turn, and the huge dark golden skirt spread out like the wings of a completely enraged phoenix, sweeping across the cold and smooth 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 floral patterns on the lining suddenly flashed in the spring sunshine. The golden light was dazzling and gorgeous to the extreme, forming a thrilling contrast with the dark gold background of the nightgown. It was like the wrath of thunder that suddenly broke out in the warm bedroom, noble, dazzling, and with a determination to crush all provocations!

The skirt falls down, and the brilliance is restrained.

But Murong Yan's murderous intent was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, pointing directly at people's hearts!

Her gaze pierced Lin Zhen like an icicle, her voice icy and piercing, carrying a hint of pain and anger at being "doubted" by the person closest to her: "What? Even you think that my clothes are not suitable for a formal occasion? Or do you think that I am unworthy and should not care about those who are determined to kill you?!"

She almost uttered the last few words through gritted teeth.

Lin Zhen felt a sudden pain in his heart, as if being cut by a sharp blade!

He saw the hurt that flashed across the depths of her eyes, and no longer cared about anything else. He took a step forward and hugged her tightly in his arms regardless of everything!

His hug was so strong that it seemed as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood.

"No! Yan'er, you misunderstood me!" His voice was a little hoarse with excitement, with unprecedented urgency and affection. "In my eyes, Yan'er is stunning in whatever she wears! This dress, the Divine Phoenix Descent Dress, only lives up to its name when worn by Yan'er! It carries the bearing that rules the world, a brilliance that makes the sun and the moon pale in comparison! Those idiots are blind and unworthy! I'm just afraid that those filthy words will pollute your ears and insult your holy hearing! Whoever wants to hurt you, whoever wants to drive a wedge between us, I will make him regret being born into this world! I just can't bear to see my Yan'er suffer even the slightest injustice!"

His words were like a vow, passionate and sincere, echoing in Murong Yan's ears.

Murong Yan froze in his arms for a moment, feeling the strong heartbeat and scorching heat from his chest. Finally, she slowly relaxed, but her tone still carried the resoluteness of an emperor:

"It's precisely because they want to hurt you that I have to go there in person. I want them to know what will happen if they touch you." She gently pushed him away, her eyes returning to their cold state. "Wait here. This is an order."

She walked out of the hall in her gorgeous yet solemn nightgown.

When she reached the palace gate, she paused slightly without looking back. Her voice came clearly:

"Without my permission, you are not allowed to step out of the bedroom."

"I'll be back soon."

After she finished speaking, her figure disappeared in the bright yet solemn spring light outside the palace. Only the five-meter-long dark golden tail slid across the threshold, leaving behind a thrilling trace.

Lin Zhen stood frozen in place, looking in the direction she left, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.

His eyes were filled with endless worry, raging rage, and a cold murderous intent toward the civil servants who were about to bear her wrath. He knew that Kong Xiren's actions had touched a thorn in her side, and that today, blood would flow like a river in front of the Golden Throne Hall.

And he could only wait here anxiously, turning all his love and worries into the determination to protect.

In front of the Golden Throne Hall, on the square paved with white marble, the atmosphere was solemn and sad.

Dozens of civil officials, led by Kong Xiren, the Grand Secretary of Wenhua Palace and Duke of Yansheng, were kneeling under the cold jade steps, wearing blue or green court robes that symbolized purity, but with disheveled hair and blood on their foreheads.

They cried out at the top of their lungs, their voices tragic and echoing in the empty square:

"Your Majesty! Please execute the treacherous Lin Zhen to clear your court!"

"Abolish the strange art of investigating things, revive sacred learning, and revitalize the imperial government!"

"Your Majesty! Stop indulging in outlandish clothing and work diligently for the people!"

The blood dyed the jade steps red, causing the officials watching from afar to turn pale and whisper to each other. The air was filled with tension and fear as if a storm was about to come.

When Murong Yan, wearing the "divine phoenix skirt" that was incompatible with the solemn and dignified court and even carried a naked provocative meaning, walked to the high steps of the Golden Throne Hall, all the crying and talking stopped abruptly!

The sunlight shone on her, and the dark gold Su Jin reflected a cold and luxurious light. The giant phoenix seemed to come alive, looking down at the ministers under its feet who were like ants.

A five-meter-long train stretched out behind her, winding across the nine jade steps. It was luxurious, yet also suffocatingly heavy. She didn't need to say anything; her attire alone was a complete disdain and trampling of all "propriety and etiquette."

Her eyes were calm, like ten-thousand-year-old ice, slowly sweeping over the people kneeling at her feet, and finally fixed on the old man in the lead, Kong Xiren, with white hair, blood on his forehead, but still a look of "loyalty and unyielding".

"Lord Kong," she began, her voice cold and quiet, yet clearly heard by everyone, carrying a condescending look. "What is the purpose of bringing so many people to kowtow and bleed?"

Kong Xiren suddenly raised his head, tears streaming down his face, and cried out in a sad voice, his voice trembling with excitement:

"Your Majesty! Even at the risk of my life, I will die admonishing you! Since Your Majesty ascended the throne, you have acted perversely! You have abandoned the teachings of Confucius and Mencius and promoted cunning tactics, causing the breakdown of rituals and music, and the loss of moral integrity! You have also favored outsiders, leading to Lin Zhen's utter power. This is like a hen crowing at dawn. The country is on the verge of collapse, Your Majesty!"

He pointed at Murong Yan's dress, feeling grief-stricken.

"Your Majesty, look at this! You spend all day wearing such unceremonious and bizarre attire, lingering in the harem and neglecting state affairs! This is a sign of the nation's demise! I, your humble servant, implore Your Majesty to swiftly execute Lin Zhen, abolish the study of things, restore the Zhou rituals, befriend virtuous ministers, and distance yourself from villains! Otherwise, today, I will spill my blood in this very Golden Palace to demonstrate my resolve!"

After saying this, he kowtowed again, with blood gushing out of his forehead.

These words were powerful and full of the tragic grandeur and self-touching feeling of "dying for one's own remonstration".

Murong Yan listened quietly, with no expression on her face, and even the corners of her mouth slowly curled up into a very faint, playful, and creepy arc.

"Are you done?" she asked softly, as if she were listening to a boring story.

Kong Xiren was stunned, as if he had not expected His Majesty to react in this way.

Murong Yan paced slowly along the edge of the Danbi. Her five-foot-long tail slid on the smooth jade steps, making a slight sound, but it was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart.

"When a hen crows at dawn, the country will be in ruins." She repeated these words softly, as if savoring the absurdity in them.

She suddenly stopped and looked down at Kong Xiren. Her voice suddenly became cold and sharp, like a cold blade drawn from its sheath: "Kong Xiren, your Kong family has been receiving salaries from our Daqian and respected by emperors of all dynasties for over three hundred years, right?"

Kong Xiren raised his head, his face full of righteousness: "Indeed! The Kong family has been loyal to the emperor and patriotic for generations, adhering to the teachings of the sages."

"Loyalty to the emperor? Patriotism?" Murong Yan sneered and interrupted him, her voice suddenly rising with overwhelming anger.