On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The end of the first year of the Holy Emblem is approaching in a strange and tense atmosphere.

The "cut-off" scheme carefully planned by Goguryeo envoy Park Yongzhong and the aristocratic families failed to cause the expected storm on the canal.

Qingyan Gate is as stable as before, and the "water bandits" in Weishan Lake have long been prisoners of the navy.

However, the vicious rumors they spread, such as "the government granaries are running out of grain and it is difficult to maintain the official market price," quietly spread among the lower-class people in the capital like a plague. Combined with the natural increase in demand for supplies at the end of the year, a silent panic began to grow among the people.

Although order still existed in the East and West Markets under the strong control of the imperial court, the anxiety in the air and the whispering eyes in the long queues in front of the official market all indicated that a crisis was imminent.

The twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month is Little New Year.

The sky was gloomy, the north wind was biting, and fine snowflakes began to fall.

This is a day that is prone to stimulating anxiety.

Finally, outside the East Market Pingzheng Official Market, a commotion caused by the limited sales was like a spark splashing into dry wood, instantly igniting the accumulated panic.

Hundreds of people who were unable to buy food were very emotional. They surrounded the gate of the government market and pushed and shoved the soldiers who were trying to maintain order. The sounds of cursing, crying, and children crying mixed together, and the situation was about to get out of control!

The scoundrels in the crowd took the opportunity to stir up trouble, shouting, "The court has no food!"

"The Empress is going to starve us to death!"

It just adds fuel to the fire.

The news reached the imperial city at the fastest speed.

However, to everyone's surprise, the decree from Fenghuan Palace was not to send more troops to suppress the rebellion, nor was it a severe reprimand, but a calm but earth-shattering oral order: Your Majesty will personally visit the East Market to inspect the official market.

When this oral order was announced, not to mention the restless people and nervous officials, even Park Yongzhong, who lived deep in the Honglu Temple and kept a close eye on the outside world, jumped up from his couch in shock when he heard about it!

Murong Yan wants to go to that chaotic city in person?

Is she crazy? !

In his mind, he immediately imagined Murong Yan wearing that gorgeous, almost enchanting dress, surrounded by a dirty, chaotic, and hostile crowd of people in the city. How absurd and dangerous would that be?

An inexplicable sense of anticipation and fear, which he himself was unwilling to admit, gripped his heart at the same time.

At noon, at the intersection of East Market Street.

Upon receiving the news, the Jingzhao Yin and the patrol camp had already cleared the streets and imposed martial law, but they were unable to disperse the dense crowd of onlookers in the distance, nor the hundreds of emotionally unstable people in front of the official market.

The air was filled with tension, curiosity and a strong sense of distrust.

The imperial carriage did not appear.

Instead, an unremarkable black carriage quietly arrived, accompanied by a small number of plainclothes guards.

When the curtain of the carriage was opened, the first thing that caught everyone's eye was a pair of slender feet wearing black phoenix-head shoes. Then, a figure slowly stepped down from the carriage.

When that figure was fully revealed in broad daylight, under the cold wind and flying snow, the entire bustling East Market seemed to be frozen in an instant!

All the sounds stopped abruptly, and countless gazes froze in mid-air, filled with incredible shock!

It’s Murong Yan!

She actually came!

And... she was actually... wearing the dress that was only mentioned in legends and only glimpsed briefly on the distant throne in the Taiji Palace - the black and gold Su Jin cotton Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix nightgown, also known as the Divine Phoenix Descent Dress!

But today, in this cold outdoor environment, she wore a black and gold Su Jinxia bridal veil that reached her ankles loosely over her nightgown.

The shawl has no complicated embroidery, and is only trimmed with dark gold thread on the edges, which complements the extreme beauty of the nightgown itself, adding a bit of solemnity without obscuring the brilliance of the nightgown.

The extremely dark black Su Jin base material appears even more tranquil and profound under the gloomy sky, as if it can absorb all the noise; the golden cotton wool and real gold thread woven into it, against the backdrop of snow, flow with cold and dazzling dark golden waves.

Above the nightgown, the towering phoenix that covered the entire skirt and train seemed to come alive in the wind and snow, with its feathers layered and every scale reflecting a cold light, carrying an awe-inspiring and inviolable majesty that faced the world directly!

The black diamond in the phoenix eyes scanned the entire audience coldly.

The wide and light trumpet sleeves are faintly visible under the shawl, and the gold tassels on the cuffs flutter in the wind.

The black jade ring on her left thumb stood out against the gray sky and earth.

The most jaw-dropping thing is the five-meter-long, conjoined Su Jin tail!

It was not lifted or tidied by any palace servants, but just dragged in a long and even somewhat messy manner on the cold, muddy, and even stained snow behind her!

From where she stopped, all the way to the carriage, the luxurious dark gold brocade and the dirty ground formed a thrilling, almost blasphemous contrast!

The softness of the cotton and the comfort of the nightgown, in this serious situation, highlight an extraordinary, almost paranoid calmness and confidence.

Lin Zhen was not wearing a prince's formal dress, but a dark suit with a black cloak on the outside. He followed closely behind Murong Yan.

His face was stern, his eyes swept across the crowd like an eagle, his hand always on the hilt of the sword at his waist. His whole body was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, guarding the shocking dark golden figure in front of him.

There was no expression on Murong Yan's face, neither anger nor smile.

She did not immediately walk towards the commotion of the crowd, but walked slowly to the side of the official market, where soldiers and official market officials were carrying bags of grain out of the official warehouse to replenish the shelves.

She stopped in front of a bulging sack that had just been unloaded.

On the sack, there was clearly stamped the large vermilion seal of the Ministry of Revenue's official warehouse.

As everyone watched with bated breath, Murong Yan leaned forward slightly, stretched out her right hand wearing the black jade ring, and gently scratched the tightly sewn seam of the sack with her fingertips!

With a "whoosh", golden, plump corn flowed out from the gap like a waterfall, and instantly piled up into a small hill at her feet, flashing a reassuring light in the snow!

At this moment, silence is better than words!

All the rumors about "no grain in the government granary" were refuted in the face of this bag of real grain pouring out!

There was an uncontrollable cry of surprise and gasps from the crowd!

Murong Yan stood up and calmly glanced at the people in front of her who were originally emotional.

She didn't lecture or comfort him, but simply kicked the pile of golden corns at her feet, making them spread more loosely on the snow.

This action was so casual that it was almost lazy, but it carried an unquestionable arrogance that showed strength.

Then she turned around, faced the direction of the official market gate, and walked slowly.

The dark golden tail of her dress stretched across the muddy snow, leaving a thrilling trail behind her as she walked. Wherever it passed, the luxurious brocade was stained with snow and mud, but she didn't care at all.

The crowd subconsciously made way for each other in complete silence.

All the anger, panic, and doubts turned into great shock and confusion in the face of the flowing food and the silent and impactful stroll in gorgeous clothes.

Arriving at the gate of the official market, Murong Yan stopped and looked at a few gangster-like people who were being held by the soldiers and had been shouting the loudest just now.

She still didn't say anything, just looked at them quietly.

That gaze was calm, yet it carried a tremendous weight that made those people tremble all over and collapse to the ground.

At this moment, a sharp cold wind blew past, carrying snowflakes. Murong Yan seemed to feel a little cold. Subconsciously, she turned her head slightly and looked in the direction of Lin Zhen.

It is this slight movement of looking back——

The huge dark golden tail that was winding on the ground and stained with dust and mud was driven by the wind and floated in an arc!

In an instant, the dazzling and glittering "gold woven all over the ground" lining was revealed!

The patterns of a hundred phoenixes facing the sun and ten thousand blessings and longevity suddenly flashed in the gloomy snowy sky, with golden light flowing, noble and brilliant, forming an extreme contrast with the ink-colored tranquility and dust and mud stains on the outside, as if declaring: Even if it is stained by the mortal world, the glory and power inside are unquestionable!

The skirt falls down, and the brilliance is restrained.

Murong Yan nodded slightly to Lin Zhen, almost imperceptibly.

Lin Zhen understood and took a step forward. Facing the silent crowd, his voice was steady and powerful, clearly spreading throughout the East Market:

"Your Majesty has decreed: Market prices will be stabilized, and sufficient grain reserves will be in place to ensure the people of the capital survive the harsh winter until the arrival of spring! Anyone who dares to spread rumors or incite unrest will be deemed guilty of treason and executed immediately! Everyone present today will receive an additional three days' worth of food rations as a token of divine grace!"

No lengthy explanations, no hypocritical appeasement, only the most direct demonstration and the most severe warning, plus the most tangible favor.

Thunder, rain, and dew are all your grace.

Murong Yan did not stop, turned around, and walked slowly towards the carriage along the way she came.

From beginning to end, she didn't say a word to the people.

But the bag of spilled food, the dress of the divine phoenix that stepped through the mud, the golden lining that was glimpsed at a glance, and Lin Zhen’s final decree were worth more than a thousand words.

When she bent down to get on the carriage and the curtain dropped, the five-meter-long dark golden tail swayed outside the shaft for the last time and finally disappeared from everyone's sight.

During the entire process, no one dared to step forward, no one dared to make a noise, and there was only the sound of the howling wind and snow.

The carriage left quietly, leaving behind the dead silent East Market and the people looking at each other in bewilderment.

Soon, the official market gates were reopened and officials began to distribute the extra food in an orderly manner.

Panic, like ice and snow exposed to sunlight, melted away quietly.

Instead, there is a complex emotion, including awe, shock, and perhaps, an indescribable sense of belonging?

The news spread like wildfire and flew into the Honglu Temple.

When Park Yongzhong heard that Murong Yan had resolved this carefully planned crisis so easily in this way, he sat down dejectedly with a deathly pale face.

He seemed to be able to see how the dark golden dress of the divine phoenix descended to the world, with an almost brutal and overwhelming attitude, trampled all his conspiracies and tricks into the mud.

It was more than just a piece of clothing, it was a powerful symbol that he could never understand.

Inside Fenghuan Palace, Murong Yan had already taken off her dusty shawl and outer shoes, and was only wearing the divine phoenix dress, lazily lying on the warm couch.

Lin Zhen was half-kneeling in front of the couch, carefully wiping the stains on the edge of her skirt with a warm wet wipe, his eyes focused and distressed.