On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

"How could he have escaped since he boasted that he would 'invite' me to the grassland?"

She raised her eyes, and a strange light flashed in her phoenix eyes.

"I want to see if he has the courage to wait for me."

Her tone was full of amusement and a kind of condescending contempt, as if Bartel was not a threat but a clown who was about to be toyed with.

Lin Zhen felt the coolness of her fingertips and the murderous intent in her words, and a mixture of love and rage surged in his heart. He tightened his fingers, holding her hand firmly, his voice low and firm:

"If he dares to wait, I will chop off his head for Yan'er as a warning to others. If he wants to escape,"

A cold light flashed in Lin Zhen's eyes. "Even if I chase him to the ends of the earth, I will definitely capture him and bring him to Yan'er for her to deal with."

His words were both a promise and an oath, filled with absolute protection for Murong Yan and ruthlessness towards his enemies.

Murong Yan seemed very satisfied with his answer, and a smile of pleasure curved her lips. She gently scratched his palm with her fingertips, like a cat teasing its prey. "My husband truly understands my feelings."

She paused, her gaze returned to the sandbox, her tone becoming lazy and cruel:

"But before he dies, I must first give him some 'gifts' so that he won't feel that I have neglected him."

She straightened up slightly and pointed with her other hand at several patches of lush vegetation on the sand table:

"Send a message to Night Owl, and have them find a way to tamper with these places. Doesn't Bartel like kumis? I'll treat him to something special."

Her fingertips tapped lightly on the edge of the sand table.

"And his scattered tribes should also be in a good mood. Tell them whoever can bring his neighbor's head to surrender to me will be rewarded with pasture, salt, iron and tea."

Her tactics are ruthless yet effective, designed to dismantle the enemy from within.

Lin Zhen nodded. "I will arrange it immediately. Furthermore, we can order the border troops to send a small group of elite troops, disguised as merchant caravans or refugees, deep into the northern desert to burn their food supplies, plunder their horses, and cut off their spies. Let Bater first experience the feeling of being unable to sleep or eat."

"Accurate." Murong Yan leaned back lazily on the pillow, admiring Lin Zhen's profile as he focused on his plans.

She found that when her husband was wholeheartedly planning the conquest for her, his calm and decisive temperament was particularly attractive.

At this moment, a cautious voice came from outside the palace: "Your Majesty, Prince, there is a secret report from the northern border."

"Come in." Murong Yan responded lazily. She did not stand up, but leaned closer to Lin Zhen.

A dusty secret guard entered, knelt down, and presented a wax-sealed secret letter: "Your Majesty, the latest news from Mobei. The Tatar Khan, Bater, has recently held a meeting of all tribes at the royal court, acting arrogantly. He publicly treated Kong Yanzhen as a distinguished guest and once again made outrageous remarks."

The secret guard's voice was a little hesitant.

"Speak." Murong Yan didn't even raise her eyelids as she played with Lin Zhen's fingers.

The secret guard said, "Bater said that Your Majesty is 'a little bird kept in a golden cage by the Emperor of the Central Plains, afraid to see the world.' He said he has prepared the strongest horses and the softest whips, and will come to pick you up as soon as the Great Wall is flattened. He also said he would skin Prince Lin and pull out his tendons to make a doormat."

Before he finished speaking, a cold murderous aura suddenly burst out from Lin Zhen's body!

He clenched his fists suddenly, his knuckles turned white, and his eyes were filled with rage!

"How dare you!" He growled, his voice like thunder.

Murong Yan's reaction was completely different. Far from getting angry, she burst out laughing, her laughter crisp and full of undisguised sarcasm.

She raised her hand and gently smoothed Lin Zhen's frown with her fingertips, her tone filled with a chilling ease: "Husband, why should you be angry with a dying person? Listen to the doormat? He is quite thoughtful."

She smiled, turned to the secret guard, and said lazily, "Anything else? For example, what does he plan to use to hold this 'little bird' of mine? A golden cage? I'm quite picky."

The secret guard broke out in a cold sweat. "He also ordered someone to forge a pair of pure gold shackles, saying he would use them to lock your majesty's ankles."

"Golden shackles?" Murong Yan's smile deepened, but her eyes were as cold as ice. "It's a pity that the gold is too dirty for me."

She paused, and said to Lin Zhen, with a hint of cruelty in her tone:

"My dear husband, please melt the shackles and make me a urinal. I'll use it to hold Bater's brains, okay?"

Lin Zhen's rage was strangely soothed by her understated yet deeply insulting words, replaced by a cold, murderous intent that matched her own. He held her hand and said gravely, "Okay. I will melt it myself, just as Yan'er wishes."

Murong Yan smiled with satisfaction. She waved off the secret guards, then suddenly turned around and sat across Lin Zhen's legs, face to face! She wrapped her arms around his neck, and her wide, flared sleeves fell, brushing against his ears.

Because of this movement, the five-meter-long tail of her dress formed gorgeous folds on the kang and behind her.

She looked directly into Lin Zhen's eyes, her gaze burning with an almost bewitching concentration and possession: "My husband, look at how many ignorant people out there are thinking about my life and yours."

Her voice was low and contained a hint of temptation.

"So you must stay by my side and not go anywhere. I want you to watch me in peace and quiet as I crush those wishful fools one by one."

This is more of a paranoid declaration and order than a love talk.

Lin Zhen's heart throbbed, and he reached out to hold her waist tightly, pulling her closer to him. His eyes were deep, reflecting her beautiful yet dangerous face:

"My life belongs to Yan'er, and I belong to Yan'er. I will not go anywhere else except to Yan'er's side. I will always watch, watch how my Yan'er reigns supreme and makes all offenders pay the price."

He lowered his head, resting his forehead against hers, breathing in each other's ears.

"As a husband, I only want to be Yan'er's sharpest sword and strongest shield."

Murong Yan seemed to be pleased by his words, and she raised her head and kissed him on the lips.

This kiss was no longer a superficial one, but was lingering and deep, filled with a greedy desire and a mark of possessiveness.

After a long time, she slowly separated, breathing slightly, her cheeks flushed, but her eyes were still clear and cold. She wiped the lip balm from his lips with her fingertips, her voice hoarse and sexy: "Okay, then let's have some fun with them."

She got off his legs, stood by the kang, and looked at the huge sand table again. Her eyes had completely regained the coldness and calculation of an emperor.

"Pass on my command," she said clearly. "Carry out what we just discussed with all our strength. Also, tell the Ministry of War that the newly trained 'Shenji Battalion' will be dispatched to Zhenbei Pass within ten days. I want to personally inspect the power of these new 'toys'."

She paused, a cruel smile curling her lips. "As for Bater's 'generous gift', I will prepare an even greater 'return gift' for him."

After saying that, she turned around suddenly!

The action was filled with resolute murderous intent and unquestionable majesty!

The light and elegant five-meter-long Su Jin train was suddenly lifted up by the swift turn, and the huge dark golden skirt unfolded like the wings of a phoenix ready to take off, sweeping across the edge of the kang and the ground with a swish!

As the hem of the skirt suddenly fluttered up, the gorgeous and dazzling golden "gold woven all over the ground" lining was revealed!

The pattern of a hundred phoenixes and rising sun on the lining suddenly flashed in the light, noble and dazzling, as if within the calm tent, it had foreseen the bloody fire that was about to ignite in the northern border!

The skirt falls down, and the brilliance is restrained.

But the prelude to the conquest has already begun.

Murong Yan leaned back into Lin Zhen's arms, letting him hold her, but her eyes passed through the palace and turned to the windy and sandy northern grassland.