On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Chapter 1405 I am the ancestral rule!

To be posthumously awarded the rank of Colonel and enshrined in the Martyrs' Shrine is already an immense honor.

She could be granted the title of First-Rank Imperial Lady, which... this has never been unprecedented in the entire history of the Great Qian Dynasty!

The title of First-Rank Imperial Consort was an honor that only the mother or wife of the current prime minister or a first-rank official could enjoy.

Now, His Majesty is bestowing such a noble title upon the mother of a soldier?

“Your Majesty, this matter…this matter is against ancestral rules!” one of the accompanying officials said, forcing himself to speak up.

"Ancestral rules?" Murong Yan sneered upon hearing this. She slowly stood up from the ground, her beautiful phoenix eyes flashing with the sharpness and...dominance of an emperor.

"I am the embodiment of ancestral rules!"

"My soldiers shed blood and sacrificed their lives for the country on the front lines. If I can't even take care of their families, then I might as well not be emperor!"

Her decisive and ruthless words terrified the official, who turned pale and immediately knelt down, daring not to utter another word.

"Your Majesty is wise!" Yue Fei looked at the beautiful empress before him, who had broken ancestral rules to uphold the dignity of her soldiers, and his hawk-like eyes were filled with admiration and...感动.

He knew that from this day forward, the entire army of the Great Qian Dynasty would be even more devoted to Her Majesty the Empress.

……

By the time I came out of Willow Lane, it was completely dark.

Murong Yan was in a very low mood.

She walked silently at the front of the group, her exquisitely black phoenix-emerging dress seemingly blending into the night.

The five-zhang-long, dark gold trail glided silently across the cold bluestone pavement, like a black river filled with sorrow.

Lin Zhen knew that she was still feeling guilty about what happened to Wang Xiaoshi.

He walked to her side and took her cold little hand in his palm.

"Don't overthink it." His voice was gentle. "This isn't your fault."

“I know.” Murong Yan raised her head, a hint of vulnerability flashing in her phoenix eyes. “But I still feel very sad.”

"I know they are heroes, and they died a worthy death, but when I think of the millions of white-haired people like Wang Xiaoshi's mother, waiting for their sons who will never return, my heart aches as if it's being pricked by needles."

As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears again.

"Fool." Lin Zhen looked at her tearful appearance and felt a pang of pain in his heart. He gently pulled her into his arms. "This is the price that an emperor must pay."

"We enjoy the support of the people and supreme power, so we have a responsibility to protect them and create a peaceful and prosperous world where they can live and work in peace."

"And war is the price that must be paid to achieve peace."

Lin Zhen's voice, like a warm current, slowly flowed into Murong Yan's heart, soothing the pain caused by self-blame in her heart.

Yes.

She was the Empress of the Great Qian Dynasty, bearing the future of the entire country and the well-being of millions of people on her shoulders. She could not be swayed by momentary sentimentality.

"I understand." Murong Yan nodded, lifting her head from Lin Zhen's embrace. The vulnerability in her beautiful phoenix eyes had been replaced by the unwavering determination of an emperor.

"Husband, thank you."

"We're husband and wife, no need for thanks." Lin Zhen smiled and gently stroked her small, delicate nose.

……

After returning to the general's mansion.

Murong Yan immediately issued a series of orders.

First, all the soldiers who went on this expedition should be given three days of leave so that they can go home and reunite with their families.

The moment this order was issued, the entire military camp at Yumen Pass erupted in excitement.

Countless soldiers rushed out of the camp and ran towards home.

The entire pass was immersed in the joy of a long-awaited reunion.

Secondly, he ordered Yue Fei to immediately compile a list of all the soldiers who died in this battle, along with their home addresses.

"Your Majesty, what is this...?" Yue Fei looked at Murong Yan, whose pretty face was filled with solemnity, and a bold guess formed in his mind.

"I want to personally go and comfort them." Murong Yan's voice was devoid of any emotion, yet it weighed heavily on the hearts of everyone present, like a mountain.

"I want all the soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country, and their families, to know this."

"They have not been forgotten."

"I have always remembered them."

These words silenced all the generals present.

Looking at the Empress before them, their admiration was beyond words.

Since ancient times, has there ever been an emperor personally visiting and comforting the families of ordinary soldiers?

But their emperor did just that.

"Your Majesty, you mustn't!" A general knelt on the ground, his voice filled with anxiety. "More than eight thousand soldiers have fallen in battle, and their families are scattered throughout the Great Qian Dynasty. If you were to visit them one by one, how much time and energy would that take?"

"Besides, you are of noble birth; how can you take such a risk? What if you encounter some villains on the road..."

"It's alright," Murong Yan waved her hand, interrupting him.

She turned her head and looked at Lin Zhen, a hint of dependence flashing in her beautiful phoenix eyes.

"With Your Highness here, I will be fine."

Lin Zhen smiled upon hearing this.

He knew that his empress was giving him trouble again.

However, he likes it.

"Let's do as His Majesty says." He nodded to Yue Fei, "You should compile a list of all the fallen soldiers whose hometowns are around the capital."

"We'll set off tomorrow."

……

The next morning.

A small convoy, escorted by one hundred elite guards, quietly drove out of Yumen Pass.

At the very center of the caravan was a carriage that looked unremarkable on the outside, but was decorated with extreme luxury inside.

Lin Zhen and Murong Yan were sitting inside this carriage.

She leaned on Lin Zhen's shoulder, her eyes closed, like a lazy cat.

After several days of continuous fighting and traveling, I was already physically and mentally exhausted.

At this moment, being able to rest quietly beside her beloved man is the most luxurious enjoyment for her.

Lin Zhen didn't say anything, but simply held her quietly so that she could sleep more peacefully.

Outside the carriage, Yue Fei rode a magnificent black warhorse, traveling alongside the convoy.

His face remained serious and unsmiling.

But his heart was far from as calm as it appeared on the surface.

Why did Your Majesty and the Prince go to such great lengths to personally comfort the families of the fallen soldiers?

Why not just send an official to handle this?

Why bother doing it all yourself?

Aren't they afraid of encountering dangers on the road?

It should be noted that although King Cheng is dead, his remaining followers are still lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

His Majesty and the Prince, with only a mere hundred personal guards, are swaggering around outside like this.

That's incredibly audacious!