Ye Yunxiang was not stupid; she knew her own identity clearly.
Bei Menlin is a man destined for great things. She admires him and is willing to do anything for him.
Even if it were to abandon its current status as a favored concubine, it would not feel the slightest regret.
"I only wish to stay by the side of Your Highness... no, Your Majesty, I ask for nothing more."
Bei Menlin was pleased by her address and touched her cheek with his finger, a hint of affection showing in his blue eyes.
"Is the young emperor really dead?"
Ye Yunxiang nodded, "I personally fed him the medicine, and he is already unconscious."
It's often said that a woman's heart is the most poisonous, and that's absolutely true.
Although the young emperor was incompetent and useless, he poured out his love for Ye Yunxiang and wished he could present her with the best things in the world.
The palace was already heavily surrounded by the Black-Armored Army. The Prime Minister summoned all the officials, and when he saw Beimen Lin leading a group of people, he took the lead and raised his arms to shout, "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"
The courtiers knelt on the ground, prostrating themselves and shouting, "Long live the Emperor!"
Bei Menlin walked up the high white marble steps, looked down at the sea of ministers, and slowly raised his arm: "Ping..."
"Your Highness!"
With a shout from the ground, Bei Menlin frowned and turned around.
A short, unremarkable eunuch stepped forward, his legs trembling like a leaf under Bei Menlin's gaze.
"Your Highness, His Majesty requests your presence in the palace. He has something to discuss with you."
Bei Menlin's gaze fell on the Prime Minister, his eyes icy.
The prime minister was speechless. He had clearly had it confirmed that the emperor had stopped breathing, so how could he have come back to life?
Bei Menlin was unwilling to bear the infamy of forcing the emperor to abdicate, and he figured that a dying man couldn't really turn the tide.
After Bei Menlin entered, the eunuch closed the vermilion door of the sleeping quarters, stood with his head bowed at the doorway, like a silent door god.
The officials knelt at the foot of the steps, looking at each other in bewilderment, not understanding the meaning of this scene.
The emperor's bedroom was unusually large.
Rows of curtains, a beautiful water-red hue, were scattered by a breeze from who-knows-where.
The scene inside the sleeping quarters became hazy, and a force drew Beimen Lin deeper into the palace.
Bei Menlin faintly smelled a fragrance, sweet and gradually becoming stronger, which he inhaled through his nose, reaching his heart and brain.
His combat boots trod on the soft carpet, and amidst the sea of red, a tall, slender figure came into view.
In Bei Menlin's twenty-seven years of life, he only met Emperor Yuan Huidi three times.
The first time, he was adopted by the Third Prince.
It was early spring, and all the princes and princesses were eager to wear their new clothes, except for Beimen Mu, who was wearing a fox fur coat.
A white fox fur covered his face, but it wasn't even half as white as his skin.
Beimen Mu is like a porcelain doll, with every feature exquisitely sculpted, like a work of art by a master.
The second time, at the sixteenth princess's coming-of-age ceremony, Beimen Mu had already ascended the throne and gathered all the treasures in the world just to amuse his younger sister.
The porcelain doll grew into an androgynous bum, and everyone called him the bum emperor, including the palace eunuchs.
The third time was when Beimen Lin returned after winning three consecutive battles, and the people called him General Wuwei.
He walked up to the throne room and looked up at the high-ranking monarch, feeling that he was really not like a ruler of a country.
Bei Menmu rewarded him with millions of gold, precious pearls and jade, as well as beautiful women and fine wine.
It was around that time that Ye Yunxiang entered the palace.
Emperor Yuanhui transformed from an incompetent ruler who neglected state affairs into a foolish emperor who was obsessed with the harem.
Bei Menmu is a useless person; he occupies the throne and is wasting resources.
This was the fourth time Beimen Lin had met Beimen Mu.
He seemed a little taller than last time, but his body was too weak and frail, as if he would fall over if the wind blew by.
Through a veil of rippling water, Bei Menlin stood still, knelt on one knee, and respectfully greeted, "Your Majesty."
This was the last time he called you "Your Majesty".
If Beimen Mu is sensible, Beimen Lin wouldn't mind keeping him in the inner palace.
If he were to deliberately cause trouble, he would only face certain death.
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