On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Chapter 1122 What a fine "Nihilist"!

Looking at the empress before him, barefoot, with slightly disheveled hair and phoenix eyes filled with anxiety and anticipation, Du Ruhui felt a pang of sadness, and his eyes almost welled up with tears.

He had never seen this usually dignified, decisive, and unflappable monarch reveal such a vulnerable and genuine side.

He quickly took out a small pigeon leg ring from his pocket and presented it with both hands.

"Your Majesty, this is an urgent secret letter sent back by the Prince!"

Murong Yan's hands were trembling slightly.

She took the small leg ring, pulled out a very thin roll of paper from it, and slowly unrolled it.

The note still bore Lin Zhen's familiar handwriting, the kind that brought her peace of mind.

"Yan'er, the prescription and the finished product have been obtained. Immediately send people to prepare the antidote according to this prescription. Also, the traitor Kong has been killed, but his heart is not dead and he has left a backup plan. He has a faction called the 'Void Party,' composed of resentful people who want to destroy. The list of this faction members is attached to his diary, which I have brought back with me. Although this villain is dead, his poison is not completely eradicated. Remember to be careful and on guard. I will return immediately. Do not worry."

Those few lines of text felt like an eternity to Murong Yan.

The prescription has been found!

We've also obtained the finished antidote!

He...he's coming back!

A tremendous joy, almost overwhelming her, surged up from the bottom of her heart in an instant!

She felt dizzy and her legs went weak, almost causing her to lose her balance.

"Your Majesty!" Du Ruhui reacted quickly and stepped forward to support her.

"I'm fine...I'm fine..." Murong Yan waved her hand, then pressed the small note tightly against her chest, as if she wanted to engrave every word on it into her very bones.

She laughed, but as she laughed, tears involuntarily rolled down her cheeks in large drops.

Those were tears of joy, tears of relief, and even more so... tears of lingering fear.

Although he spoke lightly, how could she not see the danger and tragedy hidden behind those few words?

"The traitor Kong has been executed..."

He killed that madman with his own hands.

He must have been seriously injured, right?

Thinking of this, Murong Yan felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her heart, as if she were being pricked by needles.

But she knew that now was not the time to wallow in self-pity.

Although Kong Zhiqian is dead, his conspiracy is not completely over.

"Nihilism Party"...

What a fine example of the "nihilistic party"!

A cold, chilling killing intent flashed in Murong Yan's eyes!

Kong Zhiqian, that madman, wants to die, but he wants to drag the whole world down with him! Does he think that his death will end everything?

dream!

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing all her emotions, and regained her decisive and ruthless empress persona.

Just as she straightened up again, ready to give the order—

Her action of switching from extreme anxiety and worry to cold and decisive action in an instant was so swift and powerful!

The long, dark gold brocade trailing behind her, which stretched out on the ground in a messy fashion for five zhang, was suddenly stirred by her movements, which were filled with endless fear and overwhelming killing intent!

The luxurious brocade drew a sharp arc full of a chilling aura on the rough wooden floor!

As the train billowed up, it revealed the "Golden Embroidery" lining, densely woven with gold thread, which shimmered with a cold yet scorching light like the fire of hell's judgment under the dim oil lamp!

The phoenix pattern covering the entire nightgown and its train seemed to awaken completely from its slumber in that instant!

That light was interwoven with immense relief at the safe return of his loved one, and the most thorough and ruthless intent to kill those remnants of the "nihilistic party" who dared to continue to wreak havoc on the world!

Noble and glorious, it has now become the prelude to a bloody purge that will sweep across the entire Jiangnan region and even the entire Daqian!

The hem of her skirt fell heavily, completely obscuring the cold, murderous golden light.

"Prime Minister Du!" Her voice was devoid of any tenderness, only the cold, authoritative majesty of an emperor remained.

"The old minister is here!"

"Immediately issue my decree! Make a thousand copies of this antidote formula and send them to all prefectures along the Grand Canal by express courier! Order all imperial physicians and folk healers to immediately put aside all their affairs and work day and night to prepare the antidote!"

"All the medicinal herbs confiscated from the residences of the traitors Wang and Zhang families, give them all to me! If that's not enough, buy more! I'll pay whatever it costs! I have only one request! Three days! Within three days, I want every single person along the canal to have the antidote!"

"Yes!" Du Ruhui replied emphatically.

"Furthermore!" Murong Yan's gaze grew even colder. "Immediately send an order to Ghost Shadow! Tell him to temporarily cease his surveillance of the other aristocratic families and send out all of 'Night Owl's' manpower! Investigate every inch of land I have! I need to know what this so-called 'Void Party' really is! I need to know how many of them they have! Where they are hiding! What they are planning to do!"

"Tell Ghost Shadow! Find one, arrest him for me! Anyone who dares to resist, kill him on the spot, no need to report! I will use the blood of these traitors to tell all those in the world who harbor ill intentions that if they dare to be enemies of my Great Qian, if they dare to be enemies of the people of my Great Qian, there will only be one outcome—death!"

When she uttered the last word, "death," the temperature in the entire room seemed to drop several degrees.

Du Ruhui felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He knew that the young empress was truly enraged.

A bloody purge sweeping across the entire Jiangnan region is about to begin.

Meanwhile, in Suzhou, Murong Yan was mobilizing troops and preparing to launch a thunderous operation against the "Void-Nothing Party".

Lin Zhen, carrying Kong Zhiqian's diary that was enough to shake the entire Great Qian Dynasty, and the batch of life-saving antidote, was rushing day and night towards Suzhou.

He rode on his horse, the cold mountain wind blowing his tattered robes.

His face was still pale, and the wound on his wrist was still throbbing.

But his eyes were surprisingly bright.

He's already on his way and has finished reading Kong Zhiqian's diary.

After reading it, he felt a chill run down his spine.

That madman was even more insane and terrifying than he had imagined.

That so-called "nihilistic party" is far more dangerous than he imagined.

They weren't after power, money, or even revenge.

They were simply enjoying the thrill of destruction.

They are like a flock of vultures lurking in the darkness, feeding on pain and despair.

As long as there is even a sliver of order and light in this world, they will not stop their destruction.

According to scattered entries in his diary, Kong Zhiqian seemed to be planning an even more insane and massive scheme in the last period of his life.

A plan that could drag the entire city of Chang'an into hell.

Unfortunately, the diary ends here.

Lin Zhen didn't know what that plan was.

But he had a strong premonition.

This war is far from over.

The real battle may have only just begun.

He spurred his horse, and the warhorse beneath him neighed, increasing its speed even further.

Yan'er, wait for me!

This time, I will never let you face danger alone again!