On Wen Changle's birthday banquet, the palace was brightly lit, and palace maids and eunuchs moved about bustling about.

What they were holding and carrying were all items for tonight's banquet, each one precious and requiring absolutely no mistakes.

Of course, nearly 90% of the expenses for tonight's banquet were paid by Wen Changle himself. Don't ask, because everything is self-evident.

To expect an emperor like Helian Nie, who prioritizes the interests of the Northern Yin, to waste vast sums of money on a concubine's birthday...

Hehe, why not invest this money in the military, add some military pay, and have a strong army to conquer and expand our territory next year?

To be honest, since the coup, apart from the emperor's Wolong Hall and Imperial Study, the rest of the palace has not been renovated at all.

You must remember, on the day Helian Nie seized power, this vast and magnificent palace was littered with corpses, and blood stained the ground.

Helian Nie, clad in armor dripping with blood and gleaming with a chilling light, held in his hand the sword that reflected the fear, cries, and despair of countless fallen souls.

He sat alone on the mountain of corpses, his handsome, devilish face stained with blood, a sinister smile on his face. The aura of intimidation that arose from the depths of his soul was enough to make everyone submit and fear.

He usurped the throne, murdered his father and brothers, and stained the palace with blood. Helian Nie ascended the throne as the emperor of Northern Yin, and thus earned the reputation of a tyrant.

However, so what? Under Helian Nie's rule, the prosperous era of Northern Yin was quietly rising day by day.

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Meanwhile, outside the palace gates of the Northern Yin imperial palace, a court attendant was routinely checking the invitations to the Imperial Concubine's birthday banquet.

Sitting on the stool, looking at the invitation card handed to him by Wenren Yu, his old face, already etched with several wrinkles, twitched violently.

The once exquisite invitation was now unrecognizable; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was completely altered.

Judging from the way the Prime Minister handed over the handkerchief, and looking at the bite marks on the invitation, if he wasn't mistaken, this invitation was probably... gnawed by a mouse.

"Your Excellency, this..."

The attendant's hand trembled slightly as she pointed to the table, at the unrecognizable invitation card, and then, mustering her courage, looked up at Wenren Yu.

To be honest, he was really curious. How could the Prime Minister's mansion be so infested with rats?

Helian You was held in the arms of Wen Renyu's maternal grandfather, who had come with him. Standing a few steps away from Wen Renyu, his ears twitched.

With her fair and delicate face, she silently turned around and nestled behind her maternal grandfather. Her pair of dark, bright eyes looked at her maternal grandmother, who was giving instructions to a maid.

Invitation? That's none of his business.

Even though Wenren Yu usually handles situations calmly and with a smile that hides a knife, she is still a cunning and shrewd old fox.

At this moment, his gaze also fell on the unrecognizable invitation on the table. Even on his handsome face, which resembled a painted painting, a hint of embarrassment flashed across his phoenix eyes.

But as the saying goes, a tree that has no shame will surely die, but a person who has no shame is invincible.

As Wenren Yu slightly lifted his long, light blue satin sleeves, his handsome face revealed a pair of upturned phoenix eyes that gave a cool glance to the attendant.

"What, is there a problem?"

As a prime minister who was adept at navigating among officials and wielding immense power, even a single glance from him carried a considerable air of authority befitting his high position.

Immediately, the attendant's curiosity vanished, replaced by a fawning smile.

"No problem, no problem, Your Excellency, please, Your Excellency, please."