On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Murong Yan immediately beamed, jumping for joy like a little girl: "Really? My husband is the best!"

As she spoke, she turned around, put her arms around Lin Zhen's neck, and gave him a quick kiss on the face, completely ignoring the guards and palace maids behind her, as well as the thousands of eyes on the dock below.

Lin Zhen was slightly startled by her sudden intimacy, then smiled, his eyes full of tenderness, and gently patted her back: "Alright, so many people are watching, my Majesty."

Murong Yan then let go of his hand with a smile, but still held his arm and continued to watch the busy scene at the dock in a good mood.

The messy flying dark golden tail seemed to be infected by her joy, dancing more wildly in the wind.

At this moment, an officer dressed in the uniform of a senior general appeared on the side of one of the largest warships and saluted respectfully in the direction of the watchtower.

That's the fleet commander saluting His Majesty the Emperor.

Murong Yan restrained her smile, regained her imperial dignity, and nodded slightly. She said to Lin Zhen, "Husband, let's go down and see what good things they brought us."

Lin Zhen nodded: "Okay."

Murong Yan turned around and prepared to walk down from the observation deck.

The moment she turned around——

The sea breeze is strong, and the movements are filled with calmness and joy after being satisfied!

The five-meter dark golden train and the hem of the shawl, which had been blown wildly by the sea breeze, were suddenly lifted up to a huge extent by the combined effect of wind force and inertia due to the turning action!

Like a phoenix spreading its wings, with a swish, it drew an extremely gorgeous dark golden arc above the observation tower!

As the tail of the boat floated up to its peak, the densely woven golden thread inside was revealed. Against the backdrop of bright sunshine, blue sea and blue sky, it seemed as if it had condensed the essence of the vast sea!

The pattern of Hundred Phoenixes Facing the Sun suddenly burst out with a dazzling light like molten gold in the scorching sun. That light is vast and brilliant, full of the boundless conquering power and the majestic spirit of the empire at its peak. It is extremely noble and carries an ambition to embrace the whole world!

This stunning glimpse is the most brilliant display of Daqian’s national prestige!

The hem of her skirt fell, subduing the vast golden light into a quiet ink color.

Murong Yan took Lin Zhen's arm and walked down the observation deck step by step.

Behind him is a mighty fleet, the kneeling people, the busy docks, and the imperial territory stretching for thousands of miles.

......

The second year of Shenghui, the third day of the fifth month, afternoon.

The huge supply fleet has dropped anchor in Pyongyang's outer harbor, lying quietly on the blue waves like fifteen dormant beasts.

At the dock, there was a bustling crowd of people and the rumble of carriages and horses, and preparations for unloading were being carried out in a tense and orderly manner.

However, everyone's eyes kept glancing towards the largest flagship, the "Zhenhai," which flew the imperial flag. This was because the Empress of the Daqian Empire, Murong Yan, was about to board the ship for an inspection.

Murong Yan did not take the small boat, but instead walked slowly onto the wide deck of the "Zhenhai" through the solid gangway covered with a red carpet that was specially set up for her.

Lin Zhen followed closely behind, half a step behind, scanning the surrounding environment vigilantly.

The naval officers and soldiers on the deck had already lined up in formation, with their armors shining and their swords and spears gleaming. When they saw His Majesty the Emperor boarding the ship, they all knelt on one knee and shouted "Long live the Emperor" in a voice that shook the sea and sky.

"Stand up." Murong Yan raised her hand slightly, her voice clear.

The sea breeze blew on her face, lifting her hair and fluttering her gorgeous dress.

Her outfit today maintained her dignity while also making it easy to navigate the ship. Over her black-and-gold Sujin cotton nightgown, the "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix"—the "Divine Phoenix Descent" dress—she wore a fitted, easy-to-move-in black-and-gold Sujin shawl, embroidered with simple wave and cloud patterns in dark gold thread.

On the outermost layer, she still wore the luxurious black and gold mink shawl to protect herself from the slightly fishy and salty breeze from the sea.

Stepping onto the deck of this giant steel ship, Murong Yan's phoenix eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of novelty and admiration that was hard to conceal.

She had lived in the deep palace for a long time. Although she had seen boats on rivers, had she ever stood on such a huge and complex ship in person?

The Phoenix Dress presents an extreme contrast and unique beauty in this masculine and industrial environment.

The extremely dark black Su brocade base material contrasts beautifully with the dark paint of the ship's hull, while the woven golden cotton wool and real gold thread complement the metallic luster of the soldiers' armor and the warm color of the copper gun barrels.

On the nightgown, the pattern of a giant phoenix holding up the sky appears even more majestic against the backdrop of forests of masts and crisscrossing cables, as if this ship is also her vehicle, carrying her to conquer a wider world.

The wide flared sleeves were gathered into the cuffs of her tight-fitting outfit, and the black jade ring on her left thumb shone with a deep luster in the sunlight.

The five-meter-long Su Jin tail now encountered new challenges - the smooth and slightly greasy deck and various raised mooring piles and hatch covers.

It could not be laid out like on flat ground, and could only be dragged behind in a messy manner, sometimes bypassing the mooring piles, sometimes brushing against the cold iron, and even in a few places, it was inevitably stained with the unique oil and salt stains on the deck.

This more dynamic disorder forced into a complex environment actually adds a sense of immersive reality and control.

The softness of cotton and the concept of nightgown are given new meanings of exploration and conquest on this giant steel ship.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness, please come this way." The fleet admiral, an experienced veteran, bowed and led the way, his voice loud and respectful.

Murong Yan nodded, and with Lin Zhen's support, began to inspect the giant ship.

She was curious about everything on the ship.

"Your Majesty, this is the main mast, fifteen feet high, and can hold three hard sails, allowing you to sail fast into the wind."

"This is a heavy broadside cannon, one foot and two inches in caliber, with a range of five miles, and a single shot can penetrate an enemy ship."

"This is the steering wheel, connected to the underwater rudder via a cable, which controls the ship's direction."

"This is a watertight bulkhead design. Even if one part is damaged, the entire ship will not sink."

The old admiral introduced them one by one in detail, like he knew them all by heart.

Murong Yan listened very attentively, and from time to time she stretched out her hand wearing the black jade ring and gently touched the cold gun barrel, the thick mast, and the complicated pulley system, with a gleam of curiosity in her phoenix eyes.

She even asked questions like, "How much gunpowder can this cannon hold at once? Is the bottom of the boat really watertight?"

Her questions were sometimes a bit naive, but they made the soldiers around her feel very friendly and they answered her in detail.

Lin Zhen always stayed by her side with a gentle smile on his face.

It was not his first time on board, but he was very tolerant of Murong Yan's curiosity.

When Murong Yan showed a confused expression about a particularly complicated device, he would whisper a few additional explanations in more popular language, in return for Murong Yan's sudden enlightenment, dependent and admiring look.

"My husband, you know so much." While the old admiral was introducing the anchor winch, Murong Yan quietly pulled Lin Zhen's sleeve and whispered, her tone full of admiration and coquettishness.