On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

January 18th, the second year of Shenghui.

In Liaodong, the cold wind was as sharp as a knife, blowing up the snow on the ground, but it could not dispel the thick smell of blood and burnt things in the air.

Tieshan City, once an important border town in Liaodong, has now become a hell on earth.

On the city wall, the originally fluttering holy dragon flag was roughly torn down and replaced with the wolf-head flag of Goguryeo. The flag fluttered in the cold wind, like the grin of a hungry wolf.

Inside the city, broken walls and ruins can be seen everywhere, and black smoke rises from many houses that are still burning.

The bodies of civilians who had not had time to escape were scattered on the streets, and their frozen blood had dyed the snow dark red.

The cries of women, the wild laughter of Goguryeo soldiers, and the sound of weapons clashing mixed together to form a terrifying sound of a dying city.

In the center of the city, the former Iron Mountain City garrison office has now become the temporary headquarters of Goguryeo's vanguard general Jin Wucheng.

Inside the government hall, in eerie contrast to the tragic scene outside, there was a scene of bustling luxury.

The huge charcoal brazier burned red, dispelling the chill and reflecting faces distorted by the excitement of alcohol and killing.

Jin Wucheng, the famous warrior of Goguryeo, was a burly man with a full beard. At this moment, he was sitting with his chest exposed on the tiger-skin chair that originally belonged to the commander of Daqian.

The long table in front of him was piled high with looted wine and delicacies, and the cups and plates were in a mess.

On his left and right sides sat his lieutenants and deputy generals, all of whom were drunk and behaved in an unruly manner.

In the center of the hall, several young women from Daqian, with disheveled clothes, pale faces, and eyes full of fear, were being forced to twist and tremble to the crude Hu music.

There is no beauty in their dance, only endless humiliation and despair.

"Hahaha! Good! Good dancing!" Jin Wucheng gulped down a large bowl of wine and slammed the bowl heavily on the table, making a loud bang.

His scarlet eyes were fixed on one of the most beautiful women. Suddenly, he stretched out his big hairy hand, pulled the woman over, and held her in his arms.

The woman was so frightened that her whole body froze, unable to even scream, only tears silently streaming down her face.

Jin Wucheng pinched the woman's chin with his rough fingers, forcing her to look up. He leaned closer with his alcohol-smelling mouth and grinned, "Tsk tsk, the women of Daqian are so juicy! Their skin is much more tender than that of the women in Goguryeo! Hahaha!"

The surrounding generals immediately burst into flattering laughter and echoed:

"The general is right! Daqian is rich in natural resources, and even the women are particularly delicious!"

"This time, the general has won a great victory, conquering several cities in a row. Such a beauty is worthy of a hero like the general!"

"I heard that the Empress Murong Yan of Daqian is also a stunning beauty. She wears an extremely luxurious black and gold nightgown all day long and lives a life of luxury in the palace! When our army captures Chang'an, the general might be able to hold the Empress in his arms and taste her pleasure! Hahaha!"

This last sentence, with its great blasphemy and arrogance, greatly pleased Jin Wucheng.

A lewd glint flashed in his eyes, and he laughed wildly, "Well said! Murong Yan! Humph! A woman who climbed onto the emperor's bed by relying on nepotism and a bit of beauty is worthy of being emperor? When this general conquers Liaodong and points his sword at the Central Plains, I will personally strip off her flashy nightgown and make her dance in front of our Goguryeo warriors! Let's see which is more beautiful, her dress embroidered with phoenixes, or her persona is more alluring! Hahaha!"

As he spoke, he rubbed the shivering woman in his arms even harder. The woman was like a fallen leaf in the wind, with a dead look in her eyes.

The other Goguryeo generals in the hall were even more obscene, insulting and mocking Murong Yan and the nightgown they imagined, as if victory was already in their grasp.

This so-called "celebration banquet" lasted until late at night, amid the blood and tears of the victims and the carnival of the perpetrators.

In the end, Jin Wucheng was drunk and hugged the woman he had kidnapped, staggering towards the back hall.

The cold wind of Liaodong winter nights could not blow away the sin and despair of this city. Only the wolf-head flag of Goguryeo fluttered ferociously in the blood and fire.

At the same time, thousands of miles away, the Daqian Fenghuan Palace was shrouded in an extreme low pressure.

Although it was late at night, the palace was brightly lit and the atmosphere was so solemn that it was suffocating.

Murong Yan did not lie lazily on the couch as usual.

She stood in front of the huge map of Liaodong in the bedroom, her posture as straight as a pine tree, her back to the palace door.

She was still wearing the black and gold Su brocade cotton nightgown with the pattern of "Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" - the dress in which the divine phoenix descended to the world.

Lin Zhen stood quietly a few steps behind her, his face as solemn as water.

In his hand was a secret report that had just been sent by the most elite "Night Owl" at the risk of his life, which detailed the tragic situation in Tieshan City.

Every word above is soaked with the blood and tears of the people of Liaodong.

The leader of the secret guards knelt at the palace gate, not daring to even breathe.

The palace maids and eunuchs serving in the palace had long been dismissed, leaving only the emperor and empress and this heavy secret report.

Murong Yan did not look back, her eyes were fixed on the point "Tieshan City" on the map.

After a long while, she spoke slowly in an extremely calm, eerily calm voice: "Read."

Lin Zhen took a deep breath and began to recite the contents of the secret report in a low and clear voice.

From the massacre after Goguryeo broke the city, to the looting and rape, to Jin Wucheng's wild words at the celebration banquet, including those extremely blasphemous words against Murong Yan herself and that divine phoenix dress, not a single word was left out!

When reading about Jin Wucheng threatening to strip off her nightgown and make her dance, Lin Zhen's voice trembled uncontrollably and contained murderous intent, but he forced himself to control himself.

After the secret report was read, the hall fell into deathly silence.

Only the occasional crackling of the candle flame seemed particularly harsh.

Murong Yan still had her back to the crowd, motionless.

But her hands hanging at her sides were clenched into fists, her nails deeply embedded in her palms, and even traces of blood seeped out, staining her cuffs red.

Her wide bell-shaped sleeves swayed slightly without any wind at all.

The five-meter-long Su Jin train, together with the hem of the cloak, stretched out on the smooth and cold floor. The dark gold brocade no longer looked luxurious, but instead looked like a solidified dark rage that was about to erupt!

The messy layout at this moment seems more like an external manifestation of extreme depression.

Suddenly, Murong Yan turned around abruptly!

The movements were as fast as lightning, and carried with them a murderous aura that could destroy the world!

The huge dark golden skirt that was winding on the ground was lifted up by the extremely rapid rotation!

Like a completely enraged phoenix, it spread its wings burning with flames of revenge, and with a swish, it swept across the ground, even causing a slight airflow!

As the tail suddenly floated up, the densely woven gold lining inside was revealed, which seemed to be flowing with hot and cold lava under the candlelight!

The pattern of Hundred Phoenixes Facing the Sun suddenly burst out with a dazzling golden light. The golden light no longer symbolized nobility, but was filled with a bloody murderous aura, as if countless phoenixes were about to burst out of the clothes and tear all blasphemers into pieces!

This fleeting glimpse is no longer a gorgeous display, but a death notice!

The hem of her skirt fell, temporarily suppressing the terrifying golden light.

Murong Yan's face was pale without a trace of blood at this moment, but her phoenix eyes were frighteningly bright, burning with flames that could burn everything!

Her eyes first fell on the secret report in Lin Zhen's hand, then she slowly raised them and looked towards the direction of Liaodong outside the hall.

She didn't roar or scream. She simply spoke, word by word, in a voice that was extremely calm and, therefore, also extremely terrifying:

"Gold, Martial Arts, Success"

Every word seemed to be chiseled out from ten thousand years of ice, carrying with it a murderous intent that penetrated his bones.

"I will cut him into pieces!"

She turned her gaze to the kneeling commander of the secret guards: "Pass on my order. The three armies will march ahead of schedule. I will personally go to Liaodong at noon tomorrow!"

"Your Majesty!" Lin Zhen took a step forward, his eyes full of worry.

Liaodong is now a dangerous place, and it is too dangerous for Murong Yan to go there at this time.

Murong Yan raised her hand to stop him from saying anything.

She looked at him, the fire in her eyes subsided slightly, but turned into a more firm and unquestionable determination: "Husband, there is no need to persuade me anymore. Some blood must be washed with blood, and some debts must be paid with my own hands."

She paused, her voice low but clear: "Prepare armor, I want to wear armor."

Lin Zhen looked at her and knew that all persuasion was useless.

He nodded heavily: "I obey your order!"

Murong Yan took one last look at the map of Liaodong. Her gaze was like the sharpest knife, as if she wanted to gouge out the blood-stained land and the enemies on it.

Then she turned around and walked deeper into the bedroom.

The inky golden tail, stained with invisible blood and fire, drew a heavy and resolute track behind her.