On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The second year of Shenghui, February 23, at the time of Chen.

At the temporary training ground outside Haizhou City, flags covered the sky and swords and spears were everywhere.

After several days of rest, the soldiers of Daqian's Eastern Expedition have recovered from the fatigue of the Battle of Haizhou, and are replaced by a more condensed and sharper murderous aura.

Today is the day when we vow to march eastward and attack Pyongyang, the last bastion of Goguryeo.

The air was filled with the solemnity and tension of an impending war.

On the platform in the training ground, Murong Yan stood facing the wind.

The early spring wind in Liaodong was still biting, making the flags rustle. She wore no heavy armor, but her signature black and gold Su brocade cotton nightgown, a "hundred birds pay homage to the phoenix"—the "divine phoenix descent dress."

In order to keep out the cold and show her dignity, she wore a solemn and thick black and gold Su brocade formal dress-style shawl over her nightgown. The shawl was embroidered with mountains, rivers, sun and moon patterns in dark gold thread, and the edges were decorated with fine pearls.

As for the outermost layer, he wore a luxurious and eye-catching black and gold mink shawl. The mink fur was dark brown, almost black, with a glossy luster. In the morning light, it shone with a faint dark gold color, which blended perfectly with the overall color tone and added to the king's dominance.

In the sunlight of the wilderness, the Phoenix Dress displays a majestic aura that is different from palaces, ships, and even bloody battlefields.

The extremely black Su Jin base material absorbs the morning sunlight. Its color is as calm as the abyss, yet it seems to contain endless power.

The golden cotton wool and real gold thread woven into it reflected a cold and dazzling glow, which contrasted with the cold light of countless armors below the stage.

Above the nightgown, the giant phoenix towering into the vast sky and earth appears even more majestic, with its feathers layered, as if it will flap its wings and fly high at any time, leading thousands of troops.

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

The black jade ring on her left thumb glowed with a deep and warm luster in the sunlight.

The most eye-catching thing is still the five-meter-long Su Jin tail.

In the limited space of the reviewing platform, it could not be spread out freely, but was deliberately and even declaredly spread out in a disorderly manner on the platform, extending from Murong Yan's feet to the edge of the platform, and even a part of it hung down below the platform. The luxurious dark gold brocade and the rough wooden platform formed a very impactful visual contrast with the solemn military formation below the platform.

This kind of mess is not sloppy, but a manifestation of confidence and control that goes beyond the norm and looks down on the world.

The concept of soft cotton and the name of nightgown have been completely reshaped by this grand scene at this moment, becoming a unique symbol of emperor.

Lin Zhen was wearing a dark black armor that was polished to a shine, and he had a long sword on his waist. He stood solemnly one step behind Murong Yan.

He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his face stern, and his eyes like a hawk scanned the soldiers lined up in neat rows below the stage to ensure that everything was safe.

He is her sword, her shield, and her most solid support.

Murong Yan's eyes slowly swept across the dark and endless military formation below the stage.

Tens of thousands of soldiers were silent, with only the snorting of horses and the fluttering of flags.

She took a deep breath, and her clear and powerful voice, aided by her inner strength, spread clearly throughout the training grounds:

"Soldiers of Daqian!"

As the voice rang out, all eyes instantly focused on the unique dark golden figure on the stage.

"You followed me in the eastward expedition across the sea, fought bloody battles, recovered Haizhou, and enhanced the prestige of our country! You are the pride of Daqian and my right-hand men!" Murong Yan's voice was not loud, but it had a penetrating power that went straight to people's hearts, and every word was resounding.

"Goguryeo, a small and barbaric nation, has repeatedly offended the Celestial Empire, slaughtering our people and occupying our territory. Their crimes are monstrous and innumerable! Beneath the walls of Haizhou, are they dreaming of seeking peace and escaping unharmed? I tell them, and I tell you too—it's impossible!"

Her voice suddenly turned harsh, her eyes filled with sternness.

"A blood debt must be repaid with blood! Only by razing Pyongyang, plundering the land, and using the blood of the Goguryeo royal family can we comfort the souls of the countless soldiers and civilians who died in the tragedy!"

"Today, I join you in marching eastward! Our only goal is Pyongyang!" She raised her arm and pointed eastward, the wide sleeves of her shawl spreading in the wind.

"Break it! Burn it! Let the flag of the Holy Emblem be hoisted over the walls of Pyongyang! Let the people of Goguryeo remember, for generations to come, the consequences of provoking Daqian!"

"Long live His Majesty! Long live Daqian!" Thunderous cheers erupted from the audience instantly. The soldiers were completely ignited by the Empress's determination and momentum, and their morale reached its peak!

Murong Yan looked at the excited soldiers below the stage, and a bright and determined smile appeared on her face, which was rare since she went to the battle.

She turned slightly and turned her gaze to Lin Zhen beside her.

At that moment, the fierce majesty in her eyes quietly melted away, replaced by complete trust, dependence and deep love.

"This battle is dangerous," she said, her voice slowing down a bit, but still audible to the soldiers in the front row. It was as if she was speaking to Lin Zhen, but also to the entire army. "But I am fearless. Because by my side, I have you, and even more so, my husband—Lin Zhen!"

As she spoke, under the gaze of tens of thousands of soldiers, she took a step forward, stretched out her hand, and gently held Lin Zhen's right hand with the metal gauntlet.

Lin Zhen was slightly stunned, obviously not expecting her to be so intimate in such a public place.

But he immediately held her slightly cold fingers with his backhand, his eyes full of tenderness and determination.

The armor was cold, but his palms were warm.

"My dear husband," Murong Yan looked up at him, her eyes clear and focused, her voice filled with a hint of the tenderness and dependence that only appeared in his presence. "Once we capture Pyongyang, you and I will drink a celebratory wine in the main hall of the Goguryeo palace, okay?"

Lin Zhen's heart surged as he looked at her face, radiant in the sunlight, and the affection that even her gorgeous nightgown couldn't conceal. He nodded heavily, his voice steady and forceful, "I obey your command! I will escort Your Majesty to conquer Pyongyang, and we'll toast to your triumphant return together!"

Upon hearing this, Murong Yan's smile grew even brighter, like ice and snow just beginning to melt.

She stood on tiptoe - completely ignoring the messy five-meter train behind her that rubbed slightly against the table surface due to this movement - and approached Lin Zhen. Under the gaze of the entire army, she gently but firmly kissed his lips.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

The sunlight fell on them, giving a golden edge to their black armor and dark gold nightgown.

On the stage, the majestic empress and her loyal prince, in front of thousands of soldiers, used this kiss to swear their love, trust and determination to live and die together.

The gorgeousness of the divine phoenix dress and the coldness and hardness of Lin Zhen's armor blended perfectly at this moment.

A kiss is short, but enough to shock the heart.

Murong Yan slowly stepped back, her cheeks slightly flushed, her eyes moving, she was even more breathtakingly beautiful.

She turned around and faced the silent army below the stage again.

The moment she turned around——

The movements are filled with surging emotions that are a mixture of love and determination!

The five-meter-long dark-golden train and the shawl that were scattered and spread out on the reviewing platform were suddenly lifted up by the swift turn!

The luxurious brocade seemed to be injected with life, and with a swish, it drew a gorgeous and affectionate arc in the air!

As the train suddenly floated up, the "gold woven all over the ground" lining inside was revealed, which was densely woven with gold threads and shone like the rising sun under the bright sunshine!

The pattern of Hundred Phoenixes Facing the Sun suddenly burst out with dazzling golden light. The golden light was warm and brilliant, full of the belief in love and victory. It formed a sharp contrast with the murderous aura just now, yet it was strangely harmonious and unified!

This glimpse is another encouragement to the soldiers and a silent oath to the loved ones around them!

The skirt falls down, and the brilliance is restrained.

Murong Yan faced the entire army, her phoenix eyes burning with blazing flames, and her voice once again resounded through the sky: "Three armies, listen to my orders! Move out - target, Pyongyang!"

"Long live! Long live! Long live!" The thunderous cheers rang out again, even more fanatical than before!

The emperor and empress are deeply in love, and the ruler and his subjects are of one mind. What enemy is invincible?

The army set out like a mighty stream, heading eastward.

On the platform, Murong Yan and Lin Zhen stood side by side, watching the army go away.

She quietly reached out and held his hand again.

Lin Zhen shook hands tightly back, and the two smiled at each other, everything was said without words.