"The truth is what Your Majesty saw: I and Consort Ye have known each other since childhood, we are childhood sweethearts, and our feelings for each other are deep."
After saying this, Bei Menlin looked at Yi Mu mockingly: "How does His Majesty intend to punish us, this pair of adulterers?"
Yi Mu frowned, his face devoid of any smile.
"I'll give you one chance. Have you slept with Ye Yunxiang? Answer me."
Bei Menlin never expected that Ye Yunxiang cared about him to this extent; his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.
Bei Menlin wanted Yi Mu to suffer the same pain as him.
He brought his face close to Yi Mu's, slightly curling one corner of his mouth, instantly adding a touch of wickedness to his handsome face.
"Just as the Emperor wanted, and it's three days before the wedding."
He brought his lips close to Yimu's ear, cruel as a devil.
"She was crying and screaming, calling my name, saying she loved me. Aren't you going crazy with jealousy?"
Yi Mu didn't say anything.
After a long while, Bei Menlin's collar was grabbed by Yi Mu.
Yi Mu reached out and slapped Bei Menlin hard across the face, then turned his head and smiled at him: "I'll give you one more chance. Tell the truth."
Bei Menlin was stunned by the beating. He touched the numb side of his face with his tongue, his brow furrowing into a deep wrinkle: "You fucking found..."
*Slap!* Another slap.
Yi Mu shook his hand and smiled broadly: "Speak properly, or I'll get angry."
Bei Menlin wanted to strangle the person in front of him, but looking at his smiling face, even though he was full of anger, he couldn't bear to vent it at all.
The plot mentions that Bei Menlin and Ye Yunxiang have an unusual relationship, but whether they did anything intimate is left ambiguous.
Yi Mu was certain that this person was someone worthy of his heartfelt devotion.
If he couldn't resist the temptation and actually had something happen between him and Ye Yunxiang.
In this life, he would not continue with him.
Bei Menlin was confused by Yi Mu's attitude. If he cared about Ye Yunxiang, he should have punched him when he heard what he said.
But those two slaps sounded more like a young wife who had been wronged.
To put it another way, what Bei Menmu actually cares about isn't Ye Yun's perceived betrayal, but rather... him.
Bei Menlin wasn't sure if he was just imagining things.
He looked at the swallows of Yimu, trying to find an emotion that could prove his point.
This young emperor, though not old, is quite profound; even if you try to test him, you can't find out anything about him.
Yi Mu extended his fair hand to Bei Menlin.
Bei Menlin thought he was about to be beaten again, so he quickly grabbed his hand.
Yi Mu realized what he was thinking, laughed out loud, his eyebrows curved, revealing his white teeth, innocent and handsome, as lively as a person in a painting.
Bei Menlin's heart pounded so loudly that he was afraid someone might know how stupid he had been.
Yi Mu's hand was held by Bei Menlin, who said, "I'll count down from five. If you don't tell me the answer, you'll never see me again in this lifetime."
Seeing Bei Menlin's tightly pursed lips, Yi Mu added seriously, "I'm not joking, you've thought it through."
Ye Yunxiang stared at the hand, watching Yi Mu retract one finger, then another.
Bei Menlin remained silent.
Her heart clenched, both hoping that Bei Menlin would say something and hoping that he would say nothing at all.
Three, two, one...
Yi Mu looked at Bei Menlin's calm and indifferent face, blinked, and felt a chill in his chest.
He was initially full of confidence, but now...
After taking a step back, Yi Mu finally realized how terrifying excessive confidence could be.
He forgot that Bei Menlin was still holding his wrist.
In those five seconds, Bei Menlin was pondering something: what exactly was Bei Menmu to him?
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