Bei Menlin picked up his wine glass, tilted his head back, and drank three cups in one gulp.
Everyone fawned over him, clapping and cheering.
"The Regent is so straightforward."
Beimen Lin's position is the first one on the left, closest to Yi Mu.
Now, Bei Menlin is the most sought-after favorite minister. The princes and nobles who originally wanted to get rid of the Marquis of Xinyang have turned their attention to Bei Menlin instead.
State affairs are not discussed at family banquets, so after everyone has eaten and drunk their fill, each family's servants help their master back to the palace.
Yi Mu left the Marquis of Xinyang behind and told him to wait in the palace.
"I'm giving you a chance. You and your son can have an open and honest talk."
Bei Menlin's face remained expressionless. He didn't think he had anything to talk about with the Marquis of Xinyang, except for his crime of treason.
Yi Mu simply thought he was being stubborn.
More than twenty years ago, the Marquis of Xinyang was a famous handsome man in Sufeng, exceptionally dashing.
Now he's a decrepit old man, not exactly emaciated, but not much better off either.
Bei Menlin stood in front of the Marquis of Xinyang, a full head taller than him.
A robust young man and an old man who already showed signs of aging.
Bei Menlin remained silent.
Marquis Xinyang moved his lips slightly, realizing how pathetic he looked, especially in front of his son.
"How have you been all these years?"
Bei Menlin sneered with utter sarcasm.
"Thanks to the Marquis of Xinyang, I have gone from a little beggar who was almost beaten to death to the current Regent. All of this is thanks to you."
Marquis Xinyang looked him up and down, and then he looked at his son.
He is so outstanding, he is the pride of the people of Sufeng, and a blessing to Sufeng.
It would be even better if he ascended to the throne.
He knew that Bei Menlin harbored resentment, and now that things had come to this, he had nothing to explain.
In any case, he will soon be executed for treason.
Thinking of this, Marquis Xinyang bowed to Beimen Lin.
"I have other matters to attend to, so I will not chat with the Regent any longer and will take my leave first."
Bei Menlin waited until he reached the door before turning around, his tone icy cold.
"As long as Marquis Xinyang begs for mercy from me, I may consider pleading with the Emperor to give you a lighter sentence."
Marquis Xinyang turned his head to look at him unexpectedly, thinking that Beimen Lin hated him to death.
From the moment he instigated the border guards to rebel, he never imagined there would be a way out.
His only regret in this world now is Bei Menlin.
"The Regent is getting on in years and it's time for him to settle down. Tomorrow is the autumn banquet. If you take a fancy to any young lady, you'd better be nice to her and coax her a little more."
Bei Menlin watched him leave, his hands clenched into fists, making a cracking sound.
He wanted to have a proper conversation with the Marquis of Xinyang, but he clearly wasn't in the mood for it.
If you don't want to live, then just die!
As Bei Menlin left the palace, his men noticed his pale face and quickly summoned a carriage.
As Bei Menlin stepped into the carriage, he saw Ye Yunxiang dressed as a palace maid, placing snacks and tea on a small table.
Ye Yunxiang had her maid inquire about Beimen Lin's whereabouts and learned that his carriage was here. She disguised herself and hid in the carriage.
Bei Menlin's men knew about her relationship with Bei Menlin and did not try to stop her.
Bei Menlin was in a terrible mood and just wanted to get back to the Prince's Mansion as soon as possible; he didn't want to see anyone.
Ye Yunxiang's uninvited arrival has certainly provoked his temper.
He knew Ye Yunxiang was innocent, glanced at her, and ignored the eagerness on her face.
After getting out of the carriage, he unexpectedly kicked his subordinate in the chest, and growled in a low voice, suppressing his anger: "You bastard, escort the Imperial Concubine back."
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