The Yuezhi king now regrets it a hundred times; he should never have listened to his eldest son.
During Emperor Yuanhui's three-year reign, the fate of Sufeng's nation continued to decline, and it was on the verge of collapse.
The eldest prince of the Yuezhi had long coveted the territory of the Central Plains. He persuaded the Yuezhi king to take advantage of the internal strife in Sufeng and conquer it in one fell swoop.
No one expected that Beimen Lin, who was preparing to compete with Beimen Mu for the world, would suddenly change his mind.
If the palace coup in Sufeng continues, the Yuezhi will likely seize the opportunity to take over Sufeng.
Unfortunately, fate played a cruel trick on us.
The Yuezhi king compromised and ordered someone to write down the agreement.
While the Yuezhi king was engrossed in his work, Beimen Lin took out the silver chain from his pocket and gently stroked it with his fingertips in the firelight.
He didn't know what happened that day; as if he were bewitched, Beimen Mu led him to the dragon bed.
He slept with the most noble man in the world on the dragon bed.
Bei Menmu was entirely white except for his jet-black hair.
Bei Menlin still remembers that Bei Menmu's hair was scattered on the bed.
Those strands of hair, like a spider's web, entangled him on the bed, making him lose control. Ignoring Beimen Mu's cries, he pressed him onto the bed, again and again...
The chain on his hand was suddenly pulled away, and Bei Menlin's expression changed as he looked at it coldly.
Princess Minhui held the chain in her hand, turning it casually.
She looked at him with a mischievous and playful tilt of her head and asked Beimen Lin, "This necklace is really pretty. Does it belong to your sweetheart?"
Bei Menlin slowly stood up and held out his hand to her: "Give it to me."
Minhui was the beloved little princess of the Yuezhi royal family. Even if she wanted the stars in the sky, someone would pluck them down for her.
It's just a silver chain, what's the big deal?
Minhui grew up on the grasslands and was not as particular about romantic relationships as people from the Central Plains.
She knew of Bei Menlin's reputation on the battlefield, and as a young woman, she couldn't help but admire him.
Even if Beimen Lin came here to fight against the Yuezhi, she felt it didn't matter.
Bei Menlin, who was able to defeat the brutes of the grasslands and storm the royal palace, perfectly matched the image of the great general that Minhui had imagined.
She was actually hoping that Bei Menlin would take her back to Sufeng.
Unfortunately, her father forbade her to have too much contact with Beimen Lin, so Minhui decided to attract Beimen Lin's attention herself.
Minhui walked up to Beimen Lin, raised the corners of her mouth to reveal her white teeth, and looked clever.
"If you beg me, I'll give it to you."
If she had even a little bit of sense in reading people, she would have known that Bei Menlin's face was full of impatience.
Nowadays, the number of people in the world who would let Bei Menlin reach out and take something from you can be counted on one hand.
With his last shred of conscience and the patience he had before signing the agreement with the Yuezhi king, Bei Menlin repeated one last time: "Give it to me."
The silver chain was too long; after wrapping around his fingers a few times, it slipped from his aim and fell into the nearby stove.
It's hard to say whether it was intentional or unintentional.
In short, Princess Minhui showed no remorse and, like an idiot, smiled at Beimen Lin.
"I'm truly sorry, but I have hundreds of chains in my residence, both gold and silver. Why don't you come with me to get them, Your Highness?"
Bei Menlin clenched his outstretched hand into a fist, the light in his eyes froze into ice, and his fist cracked as he clenched it.
Even if Minhui is oblivious, she sensed the danger.
She took a step back, but it was too late.
Bei Menlin's fist didn't land on her, but he grabbed her hand and pulled the thin silver chain out of the brazier.
The girl's screams echoed throughout the palace, and all the guards rushed in, pointing their swords at Beimen Lin.
Bei Menlin took the chain from Min Hui's hand, which was covered in blisters from the burns, glanced at the palace guards, and gave a cold smirk.
More Xuanjia soldiers surrounded the palace.
The Yuezhi king, holding Minhui in his arms, roared and summoned the royal physician.
Minhui cried out, clutching her arms and sobbing uncontrollably.
Bei Menlin kicked over the brazier, and in the dry weather, the flames immediately shot up onto the palace's gauze curtains.
Beimen Lin put on his helmet and stepped out of the Yuezhi royal palace.
It's time to go back; the little emperor should wake up soon.
Those old bastards might tear Beimen Mu apart alive once he wakes up; he needs to go back and check on him.
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