On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

At this moment, a eunuch quietly approached the pavilion and bowed to report: "Your Majesty, Your Highness, there is an urgent report from the 'Night Owl'.

Murong Yan was immersed in the chess game and the tenderness of her lover. Upon hearing this, her eyebrows slightly frowned, revealing a hint of displeasure at being disturbed, but she quickly regained her composure, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, and motioned to Lin Zhen: "Husband, please listen. I'm too lazy to move."

Lin Zhen nodded and said to the eunuch, "Speak."

"Your Highness, the Japanese delegation has left port several days ago and is heading towards Liaodong. This mission is of high rank, with the head envoy being Princess Sakuranai, the younger sister of the Japanese Empress. The escort is led by Otomo Suruga. According to investigations, there is disagreement within Japan regarding the purpose of this mission, and there may be exploratory or even speculative intentions."

Lin Zhen listened, his expression unchanged. He simply waved his hand calmly, "Got it. Leave. Continue to monitor closely and report back at any time."

"Yes."

After the eunuchs left, Murong Yan spoke lazily, her tone tinged with disdain and mockery: "Oh? The Japanese Queen's sister? Are you sending a princess to use a beauty trap? Or do you think sending a woman will make me soften my heart?"

As she spoke, she couldn't help but chuckle, reached out and picked up a piece of iced watermelon, and took a small bite.

Lin Zhen also smiled, picked up a handkerchief, and carefully wiped the watermelon juice from the corner of her mouth. "A beauty trap? Who in the world could be more beautiful than my Yan'er? Japan's move is just a show of so-called 'importance,' and perhaps they think women are easier to talk to. Their opportunistic intentions are obvious."

"A clown," Murong Yan snorted, and passed the remaining watermelon to Lin Zhen's mouth, "Husband, try it, it's so sweet. No matter what happens, let them come and see the generosity of the Celestial Empire. If they don't know what's good for them,

A cold light flashed in her phoenix eyes, then dissipated and turned lazy again.

"Then let them go back to where they came from, or they can stay and help us build the palace."

Her tone was as if she was discussing how to deal with a few flying insects that had strayed into the garden.

Lin Zhen opened his mouth to take the watermelon and nodded, saying, "It's up to you, Yan'er. Japan is a remote island nation with scarce resources. They are greedy for profit and often have such delusions. However, they are a small country with little strength, and their navy is vulnerable. Even if they have a thousand plans, they will be nothing but an ant trying to shake a tree in the face of the absolute strength of our Daqian. Wait for them to arrive, leave them alone for a few days, and then see how they perform."

"Yes, my husband is right." Murong Yan nodded with satisfaction and returned her attention to the chessboard. "Oh, I was so busy talking that I didn't know how to make this move. My husband, please don't remind me!"

Lin Zhen looked at her lovingly, saying nothing more, just quietly watching her adorable face as she concentrated on thought.

As the sun set, the light in the pavilion softened. Murong Yan finally figured out her chess move, proudly placing her chess piece down before happily rushing towards Lin Zhen: "Husband! I won! You have to go boating with me tonight!"

Lin Zhen laughed and caught her, holding her tightly in his arms: "Be a good husband and accept the loss of the bet. Tonight, you will accompany my Majesty the Empress on a boat trip under the moon."

Murong Yan snuggled in his arms contentedly, giggling.

The dark golden color of the divine phoenix dress exudes the glow of happiness and peace in the afterglow of the setting sun.

On the distant sea, the Japanese envoy ship, carrying ambitions and fantasies, is heading towards the land that she has firmly controlled. Their fate has already been determined amid the laughter and joy between her and her lover.

Just as Murong Yan happily stood up from Lin Zhen's arms and took his hand to leave the pavilion to prepare for dinner and a night out -

Move with pure joy and anticipation!

The five-meter-long dark-gold tail that was spread out in a mess on the ground in the pavilion was moved, and with a swish, it brushed across the stone steps!

As the train quietly floated up, the "gold woven all over the ground" lining was revealed, which was densely woven with gold threads and shimmered with a sweet luster like honey under the warm light of the summer sunset!

The pattern of Hundred Phoenixes Facing the Sun suddenly burst out with a warm and dazzling golden light. The light was full of love and happiness, and it was the most disdainful mockery to those who coveted it from afar. It was noble, brilliant, and carried a sense of absolute superiority that was immersed in its own happiness and had no time to care about anything else!

This glimpse is a true reflection of Murong Yan's inner world.

In late July of the second year of Shenghui, the Japanese delegation finally arrived at the Liaodong coast, which was under the control of Daqian, after a bumpy sea voyage.

After undergoing rigorous inspections and a brief period of quarantine, Prince Sakura and his entourage were allowed to travel to Anzhou City to meet with the Great Qian Empress Murong Yan. Along the way, everything they saw and heard shocked these envoys from the island nation.

The huge warships anchored in the port, the elite cavalry patrolling along the way, and the towns and villages that are rapidly recovering their vitality all demonstrate the empire's great strength and efficient governance. This is far from the image of "brutal butcher" they imagined, but instead adds a bit of unfathomable majesty.

On this day, the former Goguryeo garrison office in Anzhou City was temporarily converted into the main hall of the imperial palace for receiving foreign envoys.

Although it is not as magnificent as the Chang'an Imperial Palace, it also looks solemn and dignified after some decoration.

The hall was brightly lit with candles, and black-armored guards stood solemnly with spears in hand, creating a solemn atmosphere.

Murong Yan sat upright on the phoenix chair at the top of the hall, her posture straight and her eyes lowered, looking majestic without even being angry.

According to her habit of never changing, she still wore the black and gold Su brocade cotton nightgown with the pattern of "Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" - the dress of the divine phoenix descending to the world.

The black jade ring on the left thumb shone with a deep luster under the light in the hall.

In this solemn occasion, the Phoenix Dress is like a soul dormant under gorgeous clothes. Its presence is not only not concealed, but it adds a sense of mystery and uniqueness.

The extremely dark black Su Jin base material beneath the layers of the dress further reveals its profound nature of absorbing everything, while the golden cotton wool and real gold thread woven into it flow through the gaps in the outer robe, emitting a restrained and dignified glow.

The pattern of a giant phoenix on her nightgown was mostly obscured by the dress, but the imbued sense of power permeated the entire hall through Murong Yan's sitting posture and demeanor. Her wide, flared sleeves were covered by the cuffs of her dress.

The five-meter-long Su Jin tail became the most eye-catching existence at this moment - it was not folded or rolled up, but hung down from the phoenix chair, spread over several steps, and extended to the smooth golden brick floor near the palace gate.

Due to the train of the dress and Murong Yan's sitting posture, the train of the nightgown formed a messy display that ignored conventions and demonstrated absolute power in the solemnity. There were even a few places where it was intertwined with the edge of the dress, and the contrast between the dark gold and the dark black made it even more gorgeous and eye-catching.

This mess, at this moment, is a silent declaration: even in the most formal occasions, her will and preferences cannot be constrained in any way.

The softness of cotton and the name of nightgown have been elevated to a symbol of transcendence in this supreme center of power.

Lin Zhen was wearing a prince's python robe and sitting slightly below and to the side of Murong Yan. He had a calm face and deep eyes, like Murong Yan's most solid backing and shadow.

His presence increased the pressure in the hall.