amaotonovel Chapter 1127 The 36-Gun Salute
Chapter 1127 The 36-Gun Salute
Three days passed by in a flash.
The triumphant celebration arrived as scheduled.
On this day, the entire city of Chang'an was plunged into an almost frenzied joy.
Before dawn, the imperial road stretching for more than ten miles, from Chengtian Gate of the Imperial City to Zhuque Street and then to Mingde Gate in the south of the city, was already packed with eagerly awaiting citizens.
Everyone wanted to see for themselves the magnificent sight of their goddess-like empress and the invincible regent receiving the worship of the people.
At 3:45 AM, when the first rays of dawn shone upon the majestic city tower of Chengtian Gate.
"Boom-thump-thump-"
Nine deep, long chimes echoed from the depths of the imperial city, resounding throughout Chang'an.
Immediately following was a salvo of 360 cannon shots!
Amidst the deafening roar of cannons, the massive, heavy city gate of Chengtianmen, studded with copper nails, slowly opened.
Clad in golden armor and wielding long halberds, the Imperial Guards marched in unison from the city gates, forming a majestic and imposing square formation in the square.
Next came the elite cavalry and the Tiger Guard, clad in silver armor.
These iron-blooded elites, who struck fear into the hearts of their enemies on the northern frontier battlefield, now stood tall and proud, exuding a chilling, tangible killing intent.
Their appearance made the temperature in the entire square seem to drop several degrees.
As the people watched these true soldiers emerge from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the laughter and clamor on their faces gradually disappeared, replaced by a deep and heartfelt reverence.
Just then, a high-pitched, thunderous cry, as loud as a phoenix piercing through the clouds and splitting rocks, suddenly came from the city tower!
Everyone instinctively looked up.
At the top of the towering Chengtian Gate, which was dozens of feet high, two figures stood side by side, bathed in the golden morning light, like deities.
The man on the left, dressed in a silver Qilin royal robe, with a tall and imposing figure, is none other than Lin Zhen, the Regent of the Great Qian Dynasty.
The person on the right, however, left everyone speechless.
She was a woman whose beauty was breathtaking, yet whose majesty was so imposing that one dared not look directly at her.
She was Murong Yan, the only female emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty.
Today, for this celebration that would deter villains and proclaim imperial power, she wore her most solemn and magnificent dress, the Phoenix Descending to Earth.
Furthermore, on the outside, with utmost solemnity, she was draped in the matching black and gold shawl adorned with a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix.
The Phoenix Descent Dress, her only nightgown, shone brightly in the early morning sunlight of Chang'an. Its ultra-black Suzhou brocade fabric seemed purer than the deepest night sky. It absorbed all stray light, solely to perfectly accentuate the colossal phoenix, meticulously hand-embroidered stitch by stitch with countless threads of pure gold and the finest golden cotton, running from the hem to the neckline.
Under the sunlight, the phoenix burst forth with an unprecedented, dazzling, and almost blinding golden light!
Every single phoenix feather seemed to be burning!
Every single scale seemed to be flowing with molten gold!
Those phoenix eyes were even more piercing and full of supreme majesty that seemed to see through everything and look down on the world!
She walked step by step to the very front of the city gate tower, the five-zhang-long dark gold brocade trailing behind her across the white marble floor of the tower.
The enormous, messy, and magnificent skirt spread out freely, like a magnificent sea of clouds woven from darkness and gold.
As she moved, the gold-threaded lining beneath her skirt was faintly visible.
The lining, under the refraction of sunlight, shimmered with a blazing and brilliant light, as if proclaiming to the world the boundless power contained within the empress, a power sufficient to incinerate all demons and monsters!
She stood there, like a real phoenix descending to earth!
Noble, magnificent, beautiful, powerful!
All the beautiful and powerful words seemed so pale and powerless when applied to her at this moment.
After a brief, deathly silence, hundreds of thousands of people in the square erupted in a thunderous cheer that came from the depths of their souls!
"Long live your Majesty! Long live! Long live!"
"Long live the Great Qian Dynasty! Long live the Great Qian Dynasty! Long live the Great Qian Dynasty!"
Everyone was completely captivated by what they saw.
From the bottom of their hearts, they knelt down and offered their highest respect to the peerless empress on the city wall and the man beside her who was like a guardian deity.
……
And in that frenzied, cheering crowd.
A man dressed in the attire of a merchant from the Western Regions, with half a bronze mask on his face, was staring intently at the figure on the city wall.
He is none other than Faceless, the number two figure in the "Nihilistic Party".
He was surrounded by a dozen or so core members, all disguised and with crazed eyes.
"Well...well, Murong Yan! What a divine phoenix descended to earth!" The faceless voice was hoarse and deep, but the eyes beneath the mask burned with a fierce flame of jealousy!
He originally thought that with Mr. Kong dead, Murong Yan and Lin Zhen would at least be in a state of chaos, if not completely disorganized.
But to his utter surprise, this woman not only did not cause chaos, but instead took this opportunity to completely win over the hearts and minds of the people in the entire Jiangnan region!
Now, she's making such a big fuss in Chang'an!
Who is she provoking?
Whose face is she slapping?
She's slapping the face of the "nihilists"! She's slapping the face of their deceased, great Mr. Confucius!
Unforgivable!
Absolutely unforgivable!
"Let's do it!" a masked man beside him said urgently. "If we don't act now, it will be too late! Once their celebration is over, we'll have no chance left!"
"No, wait a little longer." Faceless shook his head, a hint of ruthlessness and cunning flashing in his eyes.
He looked up and glanced at the sun in the sky.
"Wait until noon."
"Wait until the sun reaches its highest point."
"Wait until they are at their most complacent and least vigilant."
"I want the most brilliant sunshine and the most dazzling bloodshed to completely engulf this hypocritical city!"
"I will make those two scoundrels fall into the darkest abyss at the height of their glory!"
His voice was filled with a vicious, twisted pleasure.
What he didn't know was that right above the restaurant opposite him, behind the eaves above his head, and in the vast sea of people around him, was the source of the danger.
A pair of cold, emotionless eyes had already locked onto them.
An invisible web of death, woven by "Night Owl" and the Twelve Guards of the Capital, has quietly tightened.
We're just waiting for those foolish moths to swarm in.