Bei Menlin propped himself up on his arms, looking at Bei Menmu with a conflicted expression.

He didn't want to have any weaknesses, but clearly, from this moment on, someone moved into his empty heart.

"What am I supposed to do with you?" Bei Menlin's face showed an unprecedented look of bewilderment.

Yi Mu hooked his arm around his neck and sat up from the soft couch.

He pressed Bei Menlin down, sat down next to him, put his feet in Bei Menlin's lap, and instructed him to massage his ankles.

Bei Menlin glanced at him and did as he was told.

"Tomorrow I will be hosting a family banquet in the palace, inviting those marquises and princes to come and have a chat. Don't refuse."

Bei Menlin wasn't stupid. He paused, frowned, and said, "Don't meddle."

Yimu told him to keep going, not to stop.

“Every time you meet the Marquis of Xinyang, you are confrontational and never give him a chance to analyze himself. Perhaps he has some hidden difficulties regarding what happened back then…”

Bei Menlin intercepted Yi Mu's spoiler, and then couldn't help but pinch Yi Mu's foot. Halfway through, he realized something, softened his movements, but his eyes revealed hostility.

How do you even know this?

With the plot in hand, I have the world at my fingertips.

It's not time to tell Beimen Lin about Yi Mu's identity yet.

He met Bei Menlin's gaze and sighed deeply.

“I wouldn’t mind killing Marquis Xinyang, but he is your last relative in this world…”

Bei Menlin interrupted him sharply: "He's not my family!"

He stood up, unable to control himself, and swung the purple glass pen holder on the desk far away, shattering the precious jade ornament into several pieces.

Yi Mu raised his hand and nodded helplessly.

"Okay, he's not your father, but you'll come to the family dinner tomorrow, right?"

Bei Menlin walked out of the study without a word, slamming the door shut, leaving Yi Mu with only a resolute back view.

Imu was certain he would come.

The North Gate was home to many royal princesses. The Empress and the Imperial Concubine led a group of princesses and noblewomen to dine in the next room, separated by a beaded curtain.

Yi Mu, along with the lame Fifth Imperial Uncle and a group of princes and marquises who had been bestowed titles by the late emperor, lived in another palace.

In the past, no one took him seriously; they only showed him superficial respect.

From the moment he dissuaded the troublesome Beimen Lin from coveting the throne, to his firm opposition to the Sixteenth Princess marrying into the Yuezhi, people's impression of him changed.

The young emperor still looked frail and weak, lacking any of the profound and unpredictable nature of an emperor.

But no one dared to neglect him; they all smiled obsequiously at him.

Bei Menlin had not yet arrived. Yi Mu held a wine cup in his hand, looking absentmindedly at the screen.

Everyone assumed that this family banquet was organized by the young emperor to give a warning to the Marquis of Xinyang.

The fact that the Yuezhi attacked the border of Sufeng so easily, with the Marquis of Xinyang providing support behind the scenes, has already spread among the court and the public.

Everyone was waiting to see the Marquis of Xinyang be brutally executed, but the banquet was already halfway over, and the young emperor showed no intention of doing so, which was puzzling.

Just as some busybodies were about to give the young emperor a heads-up, Bei Menlin walked in with a cold face.

He was a man with an extremely strong presence. For a moment, the bustling and noisy banquet fell silent as everyone stared at him.

Bei Menlin's gaze fell on the Marquis of Xinyang, who had become noticeably thinner and more haggard, and he sneered.

Yi Mu stood up from his seat, walked to the lower seat, and took Bei Menlin's hand, showing his distinctiveness.

"The Regent is late. According to the rules, he should be punished with three cups of wine. Does Your Highness agree to the punishment?"

Bei Menlin could only see his smiling eyes, like a full moon, dazzling and beautiful.

"His Majesty has spoken, how could I possibly disobey?"