On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The second year of Shenghui, early April.

The bloody atmosphere of Pyongyang was gradually diluted by the spring breeze, but the scars of war were still clearly imprinted on this land.

At the gap in the city wall, a large number of captured Goguryeo soldiers were carrying bricks, stones and wood under the supervision of Daqian engineers. The clanging sounds of repairs replaced the sounds of killing.

The streets in the city also began to be cleared. Although still desolate, there was some sign of reconstruction.

It was a fine day. Murong Yan did not stay at the headquarters to deal with the pile of government affairs. Instead, accompanied by Lin Zhen, she traveled light and came to a village called "Qingxili" dozens of miles west of Pyongyang.

This place suffered relatively little damage in the war, but the faces of the villagers were still filled with fear and confusion. They had an instinctive fear of these conquerors.

Murong Yan's outfit today deliberately restrained some of the battlefield's hostility, making her look more graceful.

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.

The luxurious black and gold mink shawl was still draped over her shoulders, highlighting her extraordinary status.

She didn't hold a gun in her hand, but her hand was empty.

The extremely black Su Jin base material presents a restrained and deep luster under the spring sunshine, and the golden cotton wool and real gold thread woven into it exude a gentle glow.

On the nightgown, the pattern of the giant phoenix holding up the sky, in the calm atmosphere, is less ferocious and more like a person looking down on all living beings and bestowing rain and dew.

The wide flared sleeves were gathered into the outer sleeves of her skirt, and the black jade ring on her left thumb was warm in the light.

The five-meter-long tail of the Su Jin was now dragging messily on the dust and occasional grass debris raised by the country dirt road.

This ambient messiness, confined to the surroundings, only adds a sense of authenticity, as if this empress, clad in magnificent attire, has truly stepped into the lives of ordinary people. The softness of the cotton and the comfort of the nightgown allow her to move with a more natural gait.

Lin Zhen was dressed in a moon-white uniform and was not carrying any weapons. He walked gently and elegantly on her left side, with a gentle gaze, always paying attention to her feet, fearing that she would trip on the uneven road.

Their arrival had already alarmed the frightened village head and the few villagers who dared to peek secretly.

Murong Yan walked to the village entrance, standing beneath a large, newly green locust tree. Her gaze swept over the low, dilapidated huts and the emaciated, fearful villagers. She raised her hand slightly, signaling the guards to step back to avoid putting more pressure on the villagers.

"Fellow villagers, there's no need to panic," Murong Yan said. Her voice was clear, yet deliberately softened. Through her inner energy, her words were clearly heard by every villager who was hiding or kneeling. "I am the Emperor of Daqian, Murong Yan. I'm not here to attack you today, but to see how you are doing."

Upon hearing this, the villagers were so frightened that they fell to their knees, kowtowed and shouted "Long live the Buddha", but no one dared to look up.

Murong Yan frowned slightly, turned her head to face Lin Zhen, and whispered in a helpless and coquettish tone: "Husband, you see they still seem to be very afraid of me, even though I spoke so gently."

Lin Zhen smiled and whispered, "Yan'er is naturally majestic, so it's normal for them to have trouble adapting to it for a while. Take your time."

He stepped forward and said kindly to the villagers, "Please stand up. Your Majesty is kind and knows that you have suffered from the war. He has come here to understand the people's situation and has no ill intentions."

Under the trembling leadership of the village head, the villagers finally stood up tremblingly, but still dared not look directly.

Murong Yan's eyes fell on a field at the edge of the village that had obviously been newly plowed. Several old men and women were struggling to carry water for irrigation.

She had an idea and actually walked over.

Lin Zhen hurriedly followed.

When they reached the edge of the field, Murong Yan looked at the simple wooden barrel and the deep well, then turned to the village head and said, "Isn't watering the crops very tiring?"

The village head slumped to his knees again and said, "Your Majesty, it was a bit strenuous. Most of the young and strong men are gone."

He said this, his voice choked with sobs.

Murong Yan was silent for a moment.

Suddenly, in front of everyone's horrified gazes, she bent down, rolled up the cuffs of her outer skirt, revealing the gold embroidery on the edge of the wide flared sleeves of her inner Phoenix dress, then reached out and grabbed the well rope!

"Your Majesty! No!" Lin Zhen and the surrounding guards and palace maids exclaimed in unison!

This well rope is rough and dirty, how can the empress, who is worth millions of gold, touch it?

"Why not?" Murong Yan didn't care at all. She glanced at Lin Zhen with a reproachful look and said, "Husband, don't stop me. I'll try."

As she spoke, she actually exerted her strength and, together with the guards whom Lin Zhen had arranged to help quietly, lifted a bucket of water from the well!

Although his movements were a little clumsy, they were extremely firm.

The dark golden tail that was dragging messily in the dust on the ridge of the field was stained with new mud as she moved.

The bucket was brought up, and Murong Yan's forehead was slightly sweaty and her cheeks were flushed.

She smiled at the stunned peasant women and said, "You see, it's not that difficult. Come, I'll help you pour a bucket of water."

She actually picked up the ladle, scooped up some water, and carefully poured it on the roots of the seedlings!

The fur of the luxurious black and gold mink cape trembled slightly with the movement.

At this moment, all the villagers were stunned!

This legendary female demon who kills without blinking an eye and wears strange and gorgeous clothes is actually helping them with farm work?!

Lin Zhen stood behind her, watching her actions, his eyes filled with complex emotions - worry, pride, and deep love.

He knew that her action was not entirely for show, but was also somewhat sincere, as she wanted to appease the people of this newly annexed land as quickly as possible.

After pouring a bucket of water, Murong Yan stood up, clapped her hands, and said to the head of the village and the villagers: "Did you see? Daqian and I are not here to plunder. We are here to help you rebuild your homes so that you can farm in peace, have enough food to eat, and live a good life."

Her tone was sincere, her eyes clear. Although her dark gold nightgown looked so out of place in the fields, her actions began to quietly melt the ice in the villagers' hearts.

Murong Yan walked over to a half-collapsed thatched cottage, took a look, and then instructed the newly appointed governor of Pyongyang, "Take note: fifteen houses in Qingxi Village need to be repaired. Allocate timber, money, and grain as soon as possible. Also, allocate two oxen and some farm tools to aid in the spring plowing."

The prefect quickly bowed and wrote down: "I obey your order!"

Murong Yan then turned and faced the villagers, her voice rising slightly. "I promise you that from now on, as long as you behave yourself and work diligently, you will be my Daqian people! You will be protected by Daqian laws! There will be no harsh rule! If anyone bullies you without reason, whether you are an officer or a soldier, you can report them to the prefect and I will punish them severely!"

These words, like a spring breeze, blew away some of the fear.

The villagers looked at each other, and for the first time, there was a glimmer of doubt and hope in their eyes.

"Okay, I should go now," Murong Yan said, her eyes sweeping across the small village again. She turned around and prepared to leave.

The moment she turned around——

The action carries the ease and decisiveness of completing a "small thing".

The messy dark golden train and shawl hem that were winding in the dust in the field were moved, and with a swish, they brushed across the green grass and dry soil!

As the tail suddenly floated up, the "gold woven all over the ground" lining, which was densely woven with gold threads and shone as brightly as the warm sun under the bright spring light, was revealed!

The pattern of Hundred Phoenixes Facing the Sun suddenly burst out with a warm and dazzling golden light. The light was no longer filled with murderous aura, but carried the meaning of vitality, hope and comfort. It was noble, brilliant, and contained the mind of a ruler who believed that "all under heaven belongs to the king"!

This glimpse seems to be a blessing for the rebirth of this land.

The hem of the skirt fell, covering the warm golden light.

With Lin Zhen's help, Murong Yan got back into the carriage.

The villagers knelt to bid farewell, but this time, many people's heads were no longer lowered out of pure fear.

On the return carriage, Murong Yan leaned lazily on Lin Zhen's shoulder and yawned: "My husband is so tired, even more tired than fighting in a war. The mud has stained my skirt."

She pouted and looked at the stain on the edge of her skirt with some disgust.

Lin Zhen took out a silk handkerchief and carefully wiped her skin, saying softly, "Thank you for your hard work, my majesty. However, Yan'er's actions today are more powerful than a hundred thousand soldiers. Given time, Liaodong can be conquered."

Murong Yan closed her eyes, enjoying her husband's thoughtfulness, and whispered, "I hope so. As long as they behave themselves, I won't bother killing anyone. Husband, when we get back, you have to rub my arms. They're so sore from carrying buckets of water."

"Okay, whatever you say." Lin Zhen agreed with a smile and hugged her tightly.

Outside the car window, spring is in full bloom, and a glimmer of new hope seems to have sprouted in the fields.