Yi Mu stood up from his chair and walked to the Prime Minister.
All the senior officials bowed their heads, lying on the ground in fear, pleading with the emperor to calm his anger.
Only the Prime Minister, covering the wound on his face, glared angrily at Yi Mu.
"Your Excellency is looking at me like that, as if you have something to say. What is it? Do you have doubts about what I have to say?"
The prime minister thought to himself that the young emperor had grown up and was about to cause trouble.
He held his breath and tried to reason with them.
"It is the princess's duty to marry for the sake of the country. A princess will eventually marry. Your Majesty can protect her for a while, but you can't protect her forever."
Yi Mu had an unyielding and ruthless demeanor.
"If I say no, then no. This matter is settled. Whoever dares to mention it again, I will depose him!"
The young emperor exuded a terrifying aura when he said these words.
The officials dared not utter a sound, and the prime minister's face grew even more somber.
The young emperor needs to be dealt with as soon as possible. If he continues to be allowed to roam freely, he will likely secure his throne.
When Bei Menlin returned to the capital in triumph, the people lined the streets to welcome him, and the capital was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, filled with joy everywhere.
All the officials of Sufeng, including Yimu, stood in front of the palace to welcome their triumphant general.
Sitting on his Ferghana horse, Bei Menlin could only spot a bright yellow figure among the officials in the distance, and his gaze remained fixed there.
Half a month has passed since we last parted.
The marks left on Yi Mu by Bei Menlin have disappeared.
He looked at the tall man at the front of the army and smiled.
Ye Yunxiang and her maid stood in an inconspicuous corner, eagerly awaiting Beimen Lin's arrival.
The Akhal-Teke horse stopped, and Beimen Lin dismounted and walked to Yi Mu.
He took off his helmet and looked Imu up and down, from his hair to his bright yellow satin shoes.
I never thought Beimen Mu was anything special; I just thought he was an idiot.
But after that experience, everything about her, from head to toe, seemed perfectly pleasing to the eye, as if it were tailor-made to his tastes.
His standing still, in the eyes of others, was an act of arrogance and rebellion, showing no respect for the emperor.
A cabinet scholar coughed, covering his mouth, and reminded him, "The Regent is weary from his journey, and His Majesty has been waiting here for quite some time without resting..."
Bei Menlin knelt down on one knee, took out the agreement from his pocket, and presented it to Yi Mu.
"Your subject has fulfilled his mission, and the Yuezhi have promised not to invade my Sufeng for a hundred years."
Yi Mu looked down at the man and clearly saw the pride in Bei Menlin's face, a desire to be praised.
He took the leather scroll, but without unfolding it, he reached out and helped Beimen Lin up.
"Your Majesty, you have had a long journey. A banquet has been prepared in the palace to welcome you and wash away the dust of your journey. In addition, there are other rewards, but we will discuss those once you enter the palace."
Bei Menlin was more interested in the reward. He grabbed Yi Mu's wrist and brought it close to Yi Mu's mouth.
"I don't want ten thousand taels of gold, I only want a night of spring breeze."
Yi Mu's ears turned red, and the two walked side by side into the palace, completely ignoring the assembled officials.
This great victory for the Yuezhi was largely thanks to Beimen Lin, who deserves the highest reward.
Just over a month ago, he was appointed regent, and at the victory banquet, the emperor also bestowed upon him the title of Marquis of Anyong, a hereditary title.
Even if Bei Menlin had not ascended to the throne, this honor would have made him the most outstanding person in the entire court and among the common people.
Halfway through the celebration banquet, Yi Mu felt unwell and left early.
Bei Menlin is now a highly sought-after favorite, having risen to prominence overnight, and everyone wants to curry favor with him.
As soon as Yi Mu left, the courtiers took turns offering wine to Bei Menlin.
Bei Menlin's thoughts had already drifted to the emperor's bedroom, to that enchanting dragon bed.
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