The Emperor's bedroom.

Yi Mu was a light sleeper, and in his hazy state, he felt someone lift the curtain.

There was a person standing by the bed.

Even though he tried to conceal his aura, Yi Mu still noticed it.

Everyone has their own unique scent.

Bei Menlin had fought on the battlefield for many years, and even if he washed himself clean, Yi Mu, who lived in the peaceful palace for many years, could still smell the blood on him.

Yi Mu turned over, not fully opening his eyes yet, and lifted the corner of the blanket, looking somewhat helpless.

"I thought you went back."

I was supposed to go back, but the woman's constant crying annoyed me.

Bei Menlin's clothes were half-wet from the night dew. He quickly took off his outer garment and lay down next to Yi Mu.

As soon as he lay down, his hands began to wander and touch Yi Mu's body.

Yi Mu slapped his hand away and warned, "Behave yourself. There are still three hours until court. Let me sleep for a while."

Bei Menlin didn't intend to do that kind of thing; he was just a little cold and wanted to hug Yi Mu to warm up.

After being slapped by Yi Mu, he stopped moving.

Yi Mu waited for a while, but Bei Menlin made no move.

He opened his eyes and saw Beimen Lin lying flat beside him, staring at the top of the gauze curtain, seemingly lost in thought.

He had never shown such a silent side in front of Yimu.

Yi Mu had a premonition that his conflict with the Marquis of Xinyang was probably not going to be pleasant.

He probably still cares about that nominal father, otherwise he wouldn't have come today.

Yi Mu pulled Bei Menlin's arm over his waist, then rolled over and into Bei Menlin's arms.

Bei Menlin's thoughts were disrupted. He looked down at his head, his heart pounding wildly, but he pretended to be calm on the surface, even frowning in disgust.

"what you do?"

Yi Mu snuggled closer to him, "I'm cold, hold me and it'll warm me up."

Bei Menlin could no longer concentrate on his thoughts.

I don't know what kind of bathing or powder Yi Mu uses all day, but he smells incredibly good.

It wasn't the ambergris that emperors usually used, but a fresh fragrance that inexplicably captivated him.

Bei Menlin believed that as long as Yi Mu nestled into his arms in this manner, he would definitely react.

But when he held Yimu, he felt that Yimu was like a warm little incense burner, radiating a comforting effect.

Before long, he involuntarily closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep with Yi Mu.

The sword fights and rivers of blood in his dream did not appear as usual; this was the first peaceful night's sleep he had in twenty years.

When I woke up, the person in my arms was still fast asleep, their eyelashes curved, casting a shadow under their eyelids.

It turns out that things other than passion can happen on this bed.

Fuxi, along with a group of palace maids, stood guard behind three layers of gauze curtains. He was one of the few people who knew about the relationship between Beimen Lin and the Emperor.

There was still a quarter of an hour left before the court session, but the emperor had not yet woken up.

Fuxi waited a while and, seeing some movement inside the gauze curtain, tentatively asked, "Regent, shouldn't we wake the Emperor? He'll be attending court soon."

Bei Menlin ignored him. Looking at Yi Mu's rosy face as he slept, he had a wicked thought and reached out to pinch his nose.

Imu couldn't breathe through his nose. After a while, he opened his mouth and continued to sleep soundly.

Even the emperor sometimes didn't want to attend the morning court session because he wanted to sleep in.

Bei Menlin let out a smile he couldn't help, breaking through the layers of ice, and spring blossomed.

He lowered his hand and covered Yi Mu with the blanket.

"His Majesty is not holding court today. You may all leave."

Fuxi opened his mouth, not daring to question his decision, and waved his hand, telling the palace maids to leave.