On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The second year of Shenghui, the fourth day of the third month, dawn.

The raging flames on the eastern mountain of Anzhou City had died down, leaving only charred debris and curling smoke all over the mountain, like the charred bones of a giant beast, pointing hideously towards the grayish-white sky.

The originally sturdy city walls collapsed in many places under the ravages of fire and crude oil, revealing jagged gaps.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of burning, a strong smell of blood, and a disgusting stench that was unique to burning flesh.

Murong Yan walked slowly into the dead city that had turned into ruins, stepping on the still smoking rubble and the pool of blood that had not yet solidified.

She did not ride a horse, but chose to walk. Lin Zhen followed closely beside her, holding a spear in one hand and keeping the other hand on her waist, vigilantly scanning the surroundings for possible dangers.

The elite black-armored imperial guards, armed with swords and shields, formed a tight guard circle, protecting the emperor and empress in the center. Wherever they passed, there were only sporadic groans of the dying and the continuous sounds of killing coming from the distance.

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.

He held the gilded phoenix-headed steel spear tightly in his hand, with the tip of the spear pointing obliquely at the ground, and the cold light flickered in the dim light of dawn.

The Phoenix Dress, standing on this scorched earth that had just experienced fire and massacre, presented an almost weird and shocking beauty.

The extremely dark black Su Jin base material absorbed the remaining light and breath of death in the ruins, and its color became deeper and deeper, as if it could swallow up all the despair and wailing.

The woven golden cotton wool and real gold thread no longer radiate warm light, but instead reflect a cold, sticky dark gold color, like dried blood.

On the nightgown, the pattern of a giant phoenix towering into the sky, against the devastated background, is full of the aura of destruction and conquest. Every line of the phoenix feathers seems to be outlined by flames and blood.

The wide flared sleeves were gathered into the sleeves of the cloak, and the black jade ring on her left thumb shone with a cold luster in the dim light.

And the five-meter-long tail of Su Jin was now dragging in an extremely cruel and messy manner among the charred ground, the pool of solidified blood, and the scattered limbs and arms!

The extremely luxurious dark gold brocade ruthlessly rolled over this hellish scene, stained with all kinds of filth. This extreme mess and stain not only did not diminish its majesty, but instead added a kind of cold authority that trampled on everything and dominated life and death.

The softness of cotton and the name of nightgown have been completely alienated at this moment into a symbol of power that transcends the mundane and is terrifying.

"Your Majesty, the remaining resistance within the city has been largely eliminated, and those who stubbornly resisted have all been executed. Some captives and civilians who had been hiding are being driven to the city's central square to await Your Majesty's decision."

A general stepped forward and knelt on one knee to report. His armor was covered in blood and his voice was hoarse and tired.

Murong Yan nodded slightly, her face expressionless, her eyes calmly sweeping across the messy street in front of her.

The charred beams pointed obliquely towards the sky, the collapsed houses were holding unrecognizable bodies, and a few remaining fires were still crackling.

She raised her hand and used the tip of her finger wearing the black jade ring to gently brush away the ashes that had fallen onto her cloak.

"Husband," she didn't look at the general, but turned her head, and said to Lin Zhen in a voice with a hint of laziness and hoarseness in the early morning, "The smell here is so bad, a hundred times worse than the worst incense in my palace." Her tone didn't sound like she was evaluating a slaughterhouse, but rather like she was complaining about a trivial matter.

Lin Zhen's heart tightened, and he quickly took a step closer, whispering, "If Yan'er doesn't adapt, why don't we go back to the tent first? I can handle it here."

"No," Murong Yan shook her head gently. Instead, she reached out and grabbed the sleeve of Lin Zhen's spear-holding arm, applying slight pressure with her fingertips. "I want to see for myself the price this city has paid for its stubborn resistance."

As she spoke, her eyes turned towards the city center, where she could faintly hear the cries and commotion of the crowd.

"Besides, with my husband by my side, I'm not afraid of any smell, no matter how bad it is." Her voice gradually lowered, and with a hint of dependence, she gently leaned her forehead on Lin Zhen's shoulder armor, but it was only a touch and then separated.

Lin Zhen sensed her momentary vulnerability, and a surge of love and protectiveness surged in his heart. He gently placed his free hand over her hand that was clutching his sleeve, and said softly, "Okay, I'll be with you. But the next scene, perhaps..."

Murong Yan straightened up, her face returning to its frozen calm, and interrupted him: "It's okay. I haven't seen any scene before."

She gripped the phoenix-headed spear tightly in her hand and stepped forward. "Let's go to the square."

The group walked through the hellish streets and arrived at a relatively open square in the center of the city.

This used to be a market, but now it is crowded with pale, trembling Goguryeo people, soldiers who have thrown away their armor and weapons, and more ragged civilians, both men and women, young and old.

They were surrounded by the wolf-like and ferocious Daqian soldiers with spears and swords, their eyes filled with extreme fear and despair.

When they saw Murong Yan's unique dark golden figure appear, suppressed crying and pleading suddenly broke out in the crowd.

Surrounded by guards, Murong Yan walked to a slightly higher step on one side of the square and stood there.

Her eyes swept coldly over the dark crowd below, as if she was looking at a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

The dark golden tail dragging messily on the blood-stained steps was so dazzling in the gray morning light that it was chilling.

A military judge stepped forward and knelt on one knee. "Your Majesty, there are approximately 8,000 prisoners and civilians gathered in the square. Please tell me how to deal with them!"

Everyone's eyes were focused on Murong Yan, waiting for the final verdict.

Lin Zhen stood one step beside her, his face solemn, and he gripped the spear tightly.

Murong Yan was silent for a moment. The cries and pleas in the square sounded like the buzzing of mosquitoes and flies to her ears. She slowly raised the phoenix-headed spear in her hand, pointing the tip at the crowd below.

"Anzhou's stubborn resistance is unforgivable." Her voice, cold and calm, yet carrying a heavy weight, echoed clearly throughout the square. "I gave you a chance. You refused it."

The crying in the crowd became louder, some people collapsed to the ground, and some kowtowed desperately.

Murong Yan's lips curled up in a faint, cold arc: "Since you have chosen the path of death, I will grant your wish."

She paused, her eyes swept across the room, and finally, she spat out those two bloody words:

"Massacre the city."

"Your Majesty has ordered! Massacre the city!" the military judge shouted the order.

At the command, the soldiers surrounding the square instantly had bloodthirsty light in their eyes, swords and guns in hand, rushing towards the crowd like a tide!

Screams, cries, the sound of weapons entering flesh, and the wails of the dying instantly tore through the dawn sky!

Blood splattered like a fountain, staining the ground and the soldiers' armor red. It also inevitably splashed near the platform where Murong Yan was standing. A few drops even fell on the edge of her dark golden tail that stretched to the ground!

Murong Yan watched the slaughter in front of her with an expressionless face. She didn't even blink.

Lin Zhen took half a step forward, almost completely blocking her behind him, using his body to shield her from the splattering blood and the extremely tragic scene.

At this moment, a blood-soaked, mad-looking Goguryeo veteran suddenly broke free from his restraints and roared towards the platform: "Murong Yan! Witch! You will not have a good death! You are destined to go to hell in this ghost nightgown!"

Lin Zhen's eyes became fierce, and he thrust out with his spear instantly!

But Murong Yan was even faster!

She didn't even make any big movements, just a slight shake of her wrist, and the phoenix-headed spear in her hand shot out like a poisonous snake from a hole, hitting the old soldier's eyebrows with incredible precision!

A flash of red light appeared, the old soldier's roar stopped abruptly, and his body fell to the ground with a bang.

Murong Yan slowly put away the gun, without a drop of blood on the tip of the gun.

She turned her head and looked at Lin Zhen, who was standing beside her with a tense face. Her tone was filled with a hint of grievance and coquettishness:

"Husband. Look at them. They are still scolding my skirt before they die. Did this skirt provoke them?" As she spoke, she stomped her feet lightly, as if she was really angry, and the messy train of her dress swayed with it.

Lin Zhen looked at the little girl's demeanor that she revealed at that moment, feeling both distressed and helpless.

He reached out and gently smoothed her wind-blown hair, whispering, "A dying man, a mad dog barking at the sun, why should Yan'er care? This Divine Phoenix Dress is a glory for Yan'er to wear."

Murong Yan seemed to be comforted, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

She stopped looking at the carnage below her feet, turned around, and prepared to leave this bloody place.

The moment she turned around——

The action showed a hint of impatience and disgust towards the noise!

The messy five-foot-long dark-gold tail that had been swaying on the blood-stained steps was suddenly lifted up by this swift rotation! The luxurious brocade brushed against the pool of solidified blood and corpses, and with a swish, it drew a thrilling arc in the air!

As the tail suddenly floated up, the densely woven golden lining inside was revealed, which seemed to be burning with ghostly fire in the bleak light of dawn!

The pattern of Hundred Phoenixes Facing the Sun instantly flashed with a strange and dazzling golden-red light. The light was cold and cruel, full of the breath of death and the end. It was noble and glorious, but it was more like the final movement for this massacre!

This glimpse was a bloody stamp on the final fate of Anzhou City!

The hem of her skirt fell, covering up the strange golden light and the screams behind her.

Murong Yan walked down the stairs.

Lin Zhen followed closely.

The massacre behind him continued, and the entire Anzhou city was heading towards complete silence in the blood and rain.