On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

After finishing the review, she put down her pen and felt a sense of relief and satisfaction.

She stood up, trying to stretch her stiff muscles, and walked to the window to see the scenery outside.

The moment she stood up from the phoenix chair and turned towards the palace window—

The movements are light and full of expectation!

The five-zhang dark-golden tails that were stacked and spread out around the throne were moved, and with a swish, they slid across the smooth golden brick floor like flowing water!

As the train suddenly floated up, the densely woven gold lining inside was revealed, which sparkled with the wisdom of governing a country and pacifying the world under the solemn light in the hall!

The pattern of Hundred Phoenixes Facing the Sun flashed with a steady and brilliant golden light in an instant. That light no longer focused on killing and conquering, but was full of lofty ambitions to comfort, build and create a prosperous era. It was noble, brilliant, and carried a far-sighted foresight to benefit the people and ensure the eternal stability of the country!

This glimpse symbolizes the maturity and transformation of her ruling strategy.

The hem of her skirt fell, covering the golden light that symbolized benevolent rule and hope.

Murong Yan stood in front of the window, looking at the streets of Pyongyang that were being renovated in the distance.

The sunlight shone on her, and the dark golden color of her phoenix-like dress seemed to merge with the future of this new city.

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The second year of Shenghui, the end of May.

Daqian's rule became increasingly stable.

The promulgation and implementation of a series of conciliatory policies, such as tax reduction and exemption, land distribution, encouragement of intermarriage, and city repair, were like the spring rain that moistened everything silently, quietly changing the people's hearts and minds in Liaodong.

On the streets, Daqian merchants began to appear, and from the school came the tender voices of children reciting holy texts. In the fields, the farmers who had originally looked pale gradually showed some hope on their faces.

Although the painful memories of Haizhou and Anzhou are still there, the instinct for survival and the desire for a stable life began to overwhelm hatred and fear.

However, beneath this seemingly calm land, undercurrents are still surging.

This undercurrent originated from the Goguryeo royal palace, Gyeongbokgung, which was under siege but still fought stubbornly.

Inside Gyeongbokgung Palace, the atmosphere was more depressing and desperate than ever before.

The charcoal brazier was still burning, but it couldn't dispel the bone-chilling cold. This coldness came not only from the slight chill of late spring, but also from the panic deep in my heart.

King Go Zang of Goguryeo has now become so thin that he is unrecognizable. He curls up on the throne with a dull look in his eyes, like a body with its soul taken away.

Regent Gao Yun's former sinister and steady temperament was gone, replaced by a restless and decadent look. His eye sockets were sunken, his hair and beard seemed to have turned much whiter, and the sound of his footsteps pacing back and forth was particularly harsh in the dead silence of the hall.

Your Highness, all the civil and military officials were standing sparsely, and everyone's face was filled with dejection and confusion.

Murong Yan's conciliatory policy, like a soft knife, is gradually chipping away at the last foundation of their resistance.

They had originally hoped to rely on the fortifications of Pyongyang and the courage of the military and civilians to make a final stand, but now, the people outside the city seemed to be being "tamed", the food and grass in the city were becoming increasingly scarce, and the morale of the army was at its lowest point.

"Everyone, speak up! Aren't you usually very talkative?! What should we do now?! What should we do?!" Gao Yun stopped abruptly, and his hoarse voice echoed in the hall like a broken gong, full of the madness of being at the end of his rope.

The audience was deadly silent. Park Jung-woong, a vocal advocate of war, opened his mouth but found himself unable to utter a single sound.

Fight? What to fight?

The army's morale is low, there is no reinforcement from outside, and the food and grass in the city can only last for another month at most.

Murong Yan's artillery is eyeing Mudan Peak every day, and the nightmare of destroying Anzhou may happen again at any time.

Wen Zhengchun, who advocated peace, was in tears at this moment. He stepped out of the group tremblingly, fell to the ground and sobbed:

"Regent! Your Majesty! The situation is hopeless! Murong Yan's actions are not just a show, but a true art of governance! She wants to fundamentally eliminate the idea of ​​Goguryeo's revival! The people are now unsettled, and the army has no will to fight. If we continue to resist, I'm afraid Pyongyang will follow the same fate as Haeju and Anju. When that happens, everything will be destroyed, and the ancestral temple will fall to ruin!"

His crying expressed the thoughts of most people present.

Fear, like an icy tide, overwhelmed everyone again.

"Is there really no room for maneuver?" Gao Yun's voice trembled slightly. He actually already had the answer in his heart, but he just didn't want to admit it.

"Perhaps we could send another envoy?" an official suggested timidly. "Since Murong Yan practices benevolent governance, perhaps she would accept a request for peace? Even if it means paying tribute and preserving the ancestral temple."

This proposal would have been scoffed at by the war faction in the past, but at this moment, it caused a slight commotion.

Even Park Jung-woong did not refute it immediately.

Asking for peace, there might at least be a glimmer of hope?

Although hope is as slim as a candle in the wind.

Gao Yun's gaze turned to Gao Zang who was sitting on the throne. Gao Zang just looked at him numbly without any expression.

Gao Yun looked at the ministers below the stage again, and saw faces filled with a desire to survive.

He took a deep breath, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and said dejectedly, "Forget it, forget it. I'll send another envoy with the most humble surrender and the most generous gifts. Go and ask Murong Yan what she wants in order to withdraw her troops and leave a way for the Goguryeo royal family to survive."

His words were filled with endless humiliation and despair.

Inside Gyeongbokgung Hall, only suppressed sobs and heavy sighs remained.

They knew this might be their last attempt, and the most humble one.

At the same time, inside the Daqian headquarters, there was a completely different atmosphere.

Murong Yan was playing chess with Lin Zhen in the pavilion in the garden.

In late spring and early summer, the garden is full of flourishing flowers and plants, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, forming a sharp contrast with the solemn atmosphere outside the palace.

Murong Yan seems to be in a good mood today.

For comfort, she draped her black and gold mink cape over the railing nearby.

While playing chess, her sleeves slipped down, occasionally revealing the golden embroidered phoenix on the edge of the wide flared sleeves of her nightgown.

The black jade ring on her left thumb gently collided with the jade chess piece when she made a move, making a crisp sound.

The Phoenix Dress is even more gorgeous and unique during leisure time.

The extremely black Su Jin base material has a soft luster in the sun, and the golden cotton wool and real gold thread woven into it exude a warm glow.

On the nightgown, the pattern of the giant phoenix holding up the sky has lost all its sharpness in the quiet game, like a fine work of art.

The five-meter-long Su Jin tail was spread casually on the bamboo mat in the pavilion. Because of her sitting posture and occasional movements, it formed a leisurely and natural mess.

The softness of the cotton and the comfort of the nightgown allowed her to completely immerse herself in the warmth of playing chess with her lover.

"Husband, you're giving in to me again." Murong Yan picked up a black piece, dangling it in mid-air, frowning and glaring at Lin Zhen coquettishly, "This move clearly has a flaw, and you didn't even seize it."

Lin Zhen, holding the white piece, smiled at her words. He reached out and gently grasped her wrist, guiding the piece to another position. "My Yan'er's chess skills have improved so rapidly that I'm almost unable to keep up. Why should I give in? It's just that this place might be safer."

His voice was gentle and his eyes were full of doting.

Murong Yan followed his instructions and placed the chess piece. After a closer look, the game became clear. She immediately smiled and said, "Ah! So that's how it is! My husband is truly amazing!"

As she spoke, she was as happy as a little girl, put her arms around Lin Zhen's neck and kissed him on the cheek.

Lin Zhen smiled and put his arm around her waist: "Yan'er is smart, she understands things immediately."