On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Lin Zhen smiled faintly, his fingertips brushing through her hair. "Given their frightened mentality, they're bound to make such assumptions. Isn't this exactly what we want? By playing both real and fake, we can keep them from figuring out our true intentions. This will inevitably lead to internal divisions, which will be more conducive to our next move."

Murong Yan's eyes lit up, like a smug little fox: "That's right! Let them guess! The more they guess, the more confused I feel! My husband is still smart!"

She said, happily giving Lin Zhen a quick kiss on the cheek.

Lin Zhen felt warm in his heart and hugged her tightly: "My Yan'er is the smartest."

He paused and whispered, "However, a gentle strategy must be backed up by drastic measures. Pyongyang will eventually fall."

Murong Yan's eyes turned cold for a moment, but soon softened again, leaning against him in dependence: "Well, I know, when they let down their guard or when there is internal strife, that's when we can break into the city, and then we still won't be able to kill them."

Her voice dropped, "Husband, you will accompany me then."

"Of course, your husband will always be by your side." Lin Zhen solemnly promised.

Murong Yan smiled with satisfaction, closed her eyes again, and enjoyed this moment of warmth.

The dark gold color of the divine phoenix dress flows quietly under the light. It has the grace of being gentle, but also hides the fire of murder that can be ignited again at any time.

Whether her appeasement was genuine or fake, perhaps even she herself could not tell clearly, but her goal was always clear - to completely conquer this land.

Just as she adjusted her posture and wanted to snuggle up to Lin Zhen more comfortably, she inadvertently turned her body.

This turn was done with a sense of relaxation and dependence.

The lazy and messy dark golden tail that was winding under the couch was moved, and with a swish, it slid across the smooth couch surface like running water!

As the train quietly floated up, the "gold woven all over the ground" lining inside was revealed, which was densely woven with gold threads and sparkled with a restrained and deep light under the warm light!

The pattern of a hundred phoenixes facing the sun flashed in an instant, and golden light flowed. The light was no longer filled with an overt murderous aura, but contained the wisdom and strength of strategizing, combining hardness and softness. It was noble, glorious, and carried an unfathomable depth of control over the situation!

This glimpse seemed to be a silent response to the suspicious eyes in Pyongyang.

The hem of her skirt fell, covering up the deep golden light.

Murong Yan gradually fell asleep in Lin Zhen's arms.

Meanwhile, in Pyongyang, the princes and nobles of Goguryeo were still arguing over whether she was a demon or a Buddha. In fear and suspicion, they were moving step by step towards their destined end.

The second year of Shenghui, the end of April.

The breath of spring in Liaodong is becoming more and more intense, the sun is warm and the grass and trees are lush.

The reconstruction and pacification efforts in Pyongyang and its surrounding areas have begun to bear fruit, thanks to Murong Yan's policy of combining iron fists with gentleness. Although the trauma of war has not yet fully healed, the panic has gradually been replaced by a cautious calm tinged with hope.

Although the governance of Daqian officials was strict, it was still organized. The distributed grain seeds and farm tools were real help, allowing many Goguryeo civilians who survived the war to see a glimmer of hope for survival in despair.

Early that morning, Murong Yan and Lin Zhen were having breakfast in the pavilion outside the camp.

The pavilion is located on the hillside with a wide view, overlooking the outline of Pyongyang city in the distance and the vast fields.

The pavilion is elegantly decorated, with several exquisite snacks and light porridge and side dishes placed on the stone table.

Murong Yan looked lazy, obviously having just woken up.

She was only 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 cool air in the early morning made her wrap the extremely luxurious black and gold mink shawl tightly around her body, and the fur brushed against her white neck.

The softness of her nightgown and the warmth of her shawl made her appear less majestic than usual and more homely and comfortable in the morning light.

In the soft morning sunlight, the Phoenix Dress displays a quiet and sacred beauty.

The extremely black Su Jin base material absorbs the golden morning light, and its color is as deep as obsidian containing dewdrops. The golden cotton wool and real gold thread woven into it exude a warm and pure glow, blending into the sunlight.

On the nightgown, the pattern of the giant phoenix holding up the sky has lost all its sharpness in the peaceful atmosphere, just like a divine bird resting, with a graceful posture and the peace after bestowing blessings.

One of the wide flared sleeves hung softly at her side, and the gold tassels on the cuffs swayed gently in the breeze. Murong Yan used the other sleeve to support her chin as she looked at the porridge in front of her, seemingly having no appetite.

The black jade ring on her left thumb shone with a warm and subtle luster in the morning light.

The five-meter-long Su Jin tail stretched out on the smooth stone floor of the pavilion. Because of the casualness of the early morning, it seemed even more lazy and messy - not intentional, but winding naturally. Part of it was piled up next to the stone bench, and part of it slid onto the grass outside the pavilion, stained with the morning dew.

This messiness complements her relaxed state at the moment.

The softness of the cotton and the comfort of the nightgown allowed her to enjoy this rare peaceful morning.

Lin Zhen sat across from her, dressed in a moon-white uniform, carefully peeling a hard-boiled egg for her. He placed the smooth, white egg on the small plate in front of her and said softly, "Yan'er, eat a little. We still have some government matters to attend to later."

Murong Yan frowned her delicate nose, fiddling with the eggs on the plate with her chopsticks, and said coquettishly, "I have no appetite, husband. I want to eat the sparrow you roasted last time."

Her tone was a little coquettish, like someone who was just staying in bed.

Lin Zhen laughed and shook his head helplessly: "My Lord, where can we find a bird in this military camp? Besides, the smell of fireworks is not good for your health. Be good and drink this porridge first."

As he spoke, he picked up the bowl of porridge, scooped some with a spoon, blew on it gently, and handed it to her lips, like coaxing a child.

Murong Yan then reluctantly opened her mouth and took a sip from his hand.

At this moment, a faint, noisy but not loud sound came from outside the headquarters, as if many people were gathering outside.

A guard quickly arrived outside the pavilion and bowed to report, "Your Majesty, Your Highness, hundreds of Goguryeo villagers, men, women, young and old, have gathered outside the gate. They are carrying fruits, eggs, and other gifts and are kneeling outside the gate, saying they are here to thank Your Majesty for his grace."

Murong Yan was slightly startled when she heard this, and even forgot to drink the porridge that was brought to her mouth. She and Lin Zhen exchanged a glance, and each saw a hint of surprise in the other's eyes.

"Oh?" Murong Yan put down her chopsticks, a hint of interest on her face. "Who are these people? Do they have weapons? What are their intentions?"

Her tone returned to its usual calmness.

"Your Majesty, they are all ordinary people from nearby villages. They are dressed in rags and have pale faces. They carry only farm supplies and no weapons. They simply kneel and kowtow, muttering something. Although their words are incomprehensible, their expressions show great respect and gratitude, and they don't seem to harbor any ill intentions."

The guard reported in detail.