On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The second year of Shenghui, February 28th, at the time of Chen.

Outside the west gate of Anzhou City, the Daqian army was lined up in formation, swords and spears shone in the sun, and murderous aura filled the sky.

After a day of preparation, the siege equipment was in place, with dozens of black cannon muzzles pointing directly at the city walls.

The air was filled with the mixed smell of gunpowder and dirt, and the oppressive feeling that a war was about to break out weighed heavily on everyone's heart.

However, at the forefront of this solemn military formation, there appeared an extremely luxurious figure that was out of place on the battlefield.

Murong Yan did not sit in the safe carriage, but personally rode the majestic snow-white warhorse and stood in front of the entire army!

This action undoubtedly greatly boosted morale and allowed the defenders on the city to see her appearance clearly.

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.

In order to adapt to the battlefield environment, over the nightgown, she wore a neatly cut, easy-to-ride black and gold Su brocade riding and shooting style shawl, with simple cloud patterns embroidered on it with dark gold thread.

As for the outermost layer, she wore a luxurious and eye-catching black and gold mink shawl that was enough to protect her from the cold wind on the battlefield. The fur of the shawl fluttered slightly in the morning breeze.

Even in front of this battlefield of swords and spears, the beauty and uniqueness of the Phoenix Dress still astounds people.

The extremely dark black Su Jin base material presents an unfathomable color under the morning sunlight, as if it can absorb all light and sound. The golden cotton wool and real gold thread woven into it reflect a cold and majestic glow, which complements the cold light of the armor of thousands of soldiers behind her.

On the nightgown, the pattern of a giant phoenix holding up the sky seemed as if it was about to burst out of the clothes at any time as the warhorse paced restlessly, carrying with it the domineering aura of looking down on the world and the murderous spirit of the battlefield.

The wide, light trumpet sleeves were gathered into the cuffs of her riding and archery uniform, but the black jade ring on her left thumb still shone with a cold, hard luster in the sunlight. The most eye-catching thing was still the five-meter-long Su Jin train.

For riding, most of it was carefully pulled up and fixed behind the saddle, but there was still a large piece that was deliberately and even declaratively hung down in a messy manner, dragging on the ground behind the warhorse. The luxurious ink-gold brocade came into contact with the cold, rough mud covered with ruts and horse hoof prints, and was stained with dust, forming a very shocking contrast.

At this moment, this mess is a gesture of ignoring the filth of the battlefield and demonstrating absolute authority.

The softness of cotton and the concept of a nightgown have long been completely surpassed by the meaning given to the owner of this outfit.

Lin Zhen was wearing a dark black armor and riding a black horse, guarding Murong Yan closely half a horse's body to the left.

His eyes were like those of an eagle, scanning every battlement on the city wall vigilantly. He held the long spear tightly in his hand, his muscles tensed, ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

His existence is the greatest confidence that allows Murong Yan to personally go to the front of the battle.

Murong Yan reined in her warhorse, raised her hand, and signaled the entire army to be silent.

In an instant, the army of tens of thousands of people fell silent, with only the battle flags fluttering in the wind.

She looked calmly towards the top of Anzhou City, where the defenders were densely packed, swords and bows in hand, and every face was filled with grief, fear and determination.

She summoned her inner strength, and her clear and majestic voice echoed throughout every corner of the battlefield and even reached the city walls: "Listen up, Anzhou defenders! I am the Great Qian Emperor, Murong Yan!"

There was a commotion on the city wall, and countless eyes were focused on the unique dark golden figure in front of the formation, filled with complex emotions - awe, hatred, and a hint of disbelief.

"Goguryeo provoked us first and massacred our border residents. Their crimes are unforgivable! It is only natural that I raise an army to punish them! Haizhou stubbornly resisted and brought about their own destruction. It is not that I am unkind!" Her voice was filled with unquestionable majesty. "However, I remember that God is merciful, and I also know that most of you are just following orders. Today, I personally stand before the battlefield and guarantee in the name of the emperor—"

She paused, her eyes sweeping across the city walls, her voice rising: "—If you lay down your weapons now and surrender, I will pardon your death penalty! The lives of all the people in the city will be spared! If you continue to resist, when the city is broken, no one will be left alive!"

"The emperor's promise is worth more than a thousand pieces of gold! Make a quick decision!"

Her conditions are quite generous.

Given the absolute military advantage, making such a promise is already a great act of "kindness".

Many Daqian generals believed that the defenders in the city might waver.

However, her response was not hesitation or discussion, but a more intense commotion. A middle-aged man who looked like a general of the defending army rushed to the battlement, his eyes red, his hair and beard standing on end, and roared with all his might:

"Murong Yan! Witch! Stop pretending to be kind and righteous! The blood of tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Haizhou City hasn't even dried yet! Your hands are stained with blood, and you still have the right to talk about being kind?! We, the Goguryeo soldiers, would rather die in glory than live in disgrace! Today, we will fight you to the death! Even if I die, I will strip off your enchanting phoenix robe and expose your inappropriate nightgown to the world! We will avenge the wronged souls of Haizhou!"

"Revenge!"

"Take off her phoenix robe!"

"Kill the witch!"

On the top of the city wall, there was a roar of grief and indignation, the sound was deafening and full of determination to face death.

Obviously, the massacre in Haizhou City has completely aroused the determination to die among the Goguryeo soldiers and civilians. Murong Yan's persuasion to surrender is undoubtedly the biggest irony to them.

Murong Yan sat upright on her horse, her face as calm as water, as if the torrent of curses was just a gentle breeze blowing by.

But Lin Zhen, who was standing beside her, keenly noticed that her fingers holding the reins had tightened slightly.

Her shoulders, covered by the shawl, trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

She did not attack immediately, but turned her head slightly and looked at Lin Zhen beside her.

At that moment, the fierce majesty in her eyes quietly faded away, replaced by a complex emotion mixed with helplessness, grievance and a hint of seeking recognition.

Her voice, transmitted through her inner strength, reached only Lin Zhen's ears, with a hint of coquettish complaint:

"My husband, look at them. I gave them a chance out of kindness, but they didn't appreciate it and even tried to pull off my skirt." Her tone was like that of a misunderstood child, completely different from the majestic empress in front of the battle just now.

Lin Zhen felt both angry and distressed.

He also spoke in secret, his voice steady and protective, "Yan'er, don't worry about these raving words. Since they're seeking their own death, just help them. Your clothes, how can these ants desecrate them?"

After hearing this, Murong Yan curled her lips slightly, seeming to feel even more aggrieved: "But they are so fierce and even called me a witch."

As she spoke, she subconsciously stroked the collar of her shawl with the hand wearing the black jade ring, as if to make sure that her phoenix dress was intact.

Lin Zhen watched her little gesture, his heart filled with even more love and pity. He transmitted a message, "In my heart, Yan'er will always be the most noble and holy phoenix. The obscene words of these dying people will only taint their souls and will not harm you. Give the order, and I will clear these noisy ants for you."

Murong Yan and Lin Zhen looked at each other for a moment, and seeing the unreserved support and doting in his eyes, the slight unhappiness in her heart instantly disappeared.

She turned her head again, facing Anzhou City, and the expression on her face had returned to an icy calm, even with a hint of pity?

She sighed softly, and this sigh, also transmitted through her inner energy, was clearly transmitted across the battlefield: "You are so stubborn and unyielding that you will bring about your own destruction. Since this is the case, I will fulfill your loyalty and heroism."

After saying that, she suddenly pulled out the spear hanging next to the saddle, and pointed the blade directly at Anzhou City!

The sunlight shines on the blade, reflecting a dazzling cold light!

"Siege!"

These two short words, like thunder, exploded over the battlefield!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The war drums sounded, and the sound shook the whole area!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The artillery roared and the earth shook!

The war broke out in an instant!

Murong Yan did not retreat, but stood in front of the battle, watching coldly as the shells whizzed towards the city wall, with smoke and dust rising and debris flying.

Lin Zhen rode his horse closer to her, almost protecting her behind him, holding his long spear horizontally, extremely alert.

Just when the first wave of artillery fire paused and the infantry began to advance, Murong Yan seemed to say something to Lin Zhen, gently turned her horse's head, and prepared to return to the central army command position.

The moment she turned her horse's head——

The action carries a hint of pity for the ignorant and determination after making the decision!

The messy, dark-gold train and the hem of the cape, which were stained with battlefield dust, were suddenly lifted up by this action!

Luxurious brocade and sable fur slid through the smoke-filled air, brushing across the ground with a swish!

As the tail suddenly floated up, the densely woven gold thread inside was revealed, shining like golden armor under the morning sun on the battlefield!

The pattern of Hundred Phoenixes Facing the Sun suddenly burst out with dazzling golden light. The golden light was full of power and judgment. It was noble, brilliant, and carried an unstoppable momentum that could crush all resistance!

This stunning glimpse is a verdict on the final fate of the Anzhou defenders!

The hem of her skirt fell, hiding the golden light that symbolized absolute power.

Surrounded by Lin Zhen and her personal guards, Murong Yan slowly retreated towards the central army.

Her back was straight and tall, and the dress that resembled a phoenix descending from the earth became the most dazzling and terrifying focus of the entire battlefield amidst the smoke and morning light.