On Beimen Lin's return journey, Beimen Mu was sitting in his study, facing a group of ministers, discussing the fate of the Sixteenth Princess.
He leaned against two soft down pillows and was draped in a large fox fur coat.
It was only early autumn, and the ministers were still wearing summer clothes.
A charcoal fire was burning in the study, and everyone was sweating profusely, their mouths parched from the heat.
The emperor's attendants had already changed the heaters twice, but he himself didn't feel hot at all.
The Prime Minister is getting old and can't stand being so bored.
He spoke twice, but the Emperor ignored him. But this can't go on forever.
“Your Majesty, if the Sixteenth Princess does not marry into the Yuezhi, she will eventually have to marry a prince of the Xiongnu or Rouran. I believe that your decision is inappropriate.”
Yi Mu looked up from the memorial and his gaze fell coolly on him.
"Then, according to the Prime Minister's suggestion, what should I do?"
The prime minister was not unaware of the young emperor's displeasure, but so what?
He had personally promoted Beimen Mu, but now he felt that Beimen Mu was incapable of handling the responsibility and could be removed from his post.
He was a veteran of three reigns, and throughout the court and the country, no one held a higher position or greater power than him.
Beimen Mu didn't know how he persuaded Beimen Lin to attack the Yuezhi.
He escaped this time, but who knows what will happen next.
The matter concerning the Sixteenth Princess must be handled according to the opinions of the court officials.
If the young emperor is allowed to act recklessly, who knows what might happen in the future.
The prime minister made a show of kneeling, thinking that the young emperor would let him speak standing up, considering his age.
Unexpectedly, the young emperor acted as if he hadn't seen anything, letting this old man kneel on the ground and speak.
The prime minister was quite angry.
"Your Majesty, the seventh prince of the Xiongnu is about to marry his principal wife this year. He sent a letter early this morning requesting to marry a princess of suitable age."
"The seventeenth and nineteenth princesses are still young, and the other princesses are either already married or betrothed. So, the sixteenth princess is the most suitable."
Yi Mu slammed the memorial onto the table and stared expressionlessly at the Prime Minister, whose head was bowed.
"Prime Minister Liao, raise your head and answer."
Since Bei Menmu ascended the throne, he had always treated the Prime Minister with great respect and spoke to him in a gentle and soft voice. This was the first time he had been so stern.
The old prime minister's heart skipped a beat. He wasn't panicked, but he felt that the young emperor's temperament seemed to have changed a lot since he fell ill.
"How old is Liao Xiang's second granddaughter?"
What did the emperor mean by asking this question?
The other senior officials exchanged glances, their eyes filled with mischief.
The emperor married Liao Xiang's eldest granddaughter and also wanted to bring his second granddaughter into the harem so he could enjoy the bliss of having two wives.
Liao Xiang also thought of this. He intended to use his second granddaughter to win over his subordinates, not to let her enter the palace.
He replied cautiously, "Ruoruo is only sixteen years old and mischievous by nature; I'm afraid she won't be able to win the Emperor's heart..."
Yi Mu interrupted him, his voice as low and unremarkable as ever.
"The sixteenth princess is only sixteen years old this year. In fact, the two are about the same height and appearance. If the prime minister is willing, I will bestow the title of princess upon Liao Ruo and send her to the Xiongnu for a marriage alliance."
Liao Yue absolutely could not allow his granddaughter to suffer in that barren land.
“How could that be? The Xiongnu lands are rife with bandits, and they have an instinctive aversion to the people of Sufeng. If Ruoruo were to marry…”
Yi Mu smashed the teacup on the ground, and shards of porcelain flew up, cutting a bloody gash across the Prime Minister's old, leathery face.
"Why is it that the Prime Minister can cherish his own granddaughter, but I am not allowed to cherish my own sister?"
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