Sixteen's marriage was the happiest thing for Su Feng in recent years.
The princess of this country finally escaped the fate of being forced into a political marriage and lived happily ever after with the man she loved.
The Emperor always doted on his younger sister, and prepared more than twenty chests of dowry alone.
The red bridal procession stretched for miles, and the sixteenth princess was married off in grand style. The groom himself went to the Minister's residence to preside over the wedding.
Yi Mu had informed Gu Huai beforehand that today was not only their wedding day, but also an important day for exonerating the traitors.
There are about 200,000 rebel troops outside the city. The Prime Minister and the Duke of Pingguo are probably feeling quite relaxed at this moment, thinking that Su Feng is already in their grasp.
But they didn't know that the Shadow Pavilion had already taken control of the soldiers' leaders outside the city.
Even if a signal is transmitted from inside, the soldiers outside cannot get in.
The guards outside the Minister's residence were all eliminated by the secret guards and replaced by Yi Mu's men.
The Prime Minister and the Duke of Pingguo are already in a state of isolation and helplessness.
As for their powerless henchmen, they pose no threat whatsoever.
The auspicious time has arrived, and the bride and groom are about to perform the wedding ceremony.
Originally, the seat at the head of the table should have been occupied by Gu Huai's father and the Crown Prince.
With the Crown Prince deceased and Yi Mu now the Emperor, his elder brother was chosen to witness this moment on behalf of their father.
You can tell that Sixteen is a little nervous.
After all, it's a major life event, and it's with someone you like, so it's inevitable to feel nervous.
The Minister of Rites was a strict and serious man, but on this special day, he couldn't help but smile and said a lot of auspicious words.
Yi Mu's gaze seemed to be fixed on the Prime Minister, who had been restless for a long time.
He couldn't help but look at the Duke of Pingguo, his face showing anxiety.
The Duke of Pingguo remained calm and composed, sitting there as if nothing was amiss, and had already ordered a maid to refill his cups of tea.
After the ceremony, the bride enters the bridal chamber.
Duke Pingguo suddenly stood up and bowed to Yi Mu.
"Your Majesty, this old minister has had too much tea and needs to go out to relieve himself."
Yi Mu looked over, a completely innocent smile on his face.
"The Duke is getting on in years, how can he still be so fond of drinking? Hurry back, I have something to say to you."
The old man was helped out.
Yi Mu watched his retreating figure, a cold smile playing on his lips.
He's so old, he could be enjoying his retirement, but he insists on causing trouble. If he were to actually sit in that position, who knows how many years he'd live.
After the Duke of Pingguo left, the Prime Minister also found an excuse to leave.
He can't leave now that a good show is about to unfold.
Yi Mu looked at the Prime Minister with a half-smile, and asked gently as if chatting casually, "What is it? Is there something good outside the door? I've seen the Prime Minister look out five or six times already."
The prime minister was startled, suspecting that he knew something.
Looking at his expression again, there was no hint of profound wisdom; he was clearly still the same foolish man.
The prime minister breathed a sigh of relief, left his seat, and bowed to Yi Mu.
"Your Majesty, I am getting old and have many health problems. One of them is that I cannot sit for long periods of time, otherwise my back and waist will ache terribly."
If the Emperor truly cares for his subjects, he should let the Prime Minister go out for a walk.
Yi Mu decided to be a bad emperor. He ordered two soft pillows to be brought and placed behind the prime minister's back.
The Prime Minister's old face turned bright green, and his eyes were filled with undisguised murderous intent as he looked at Yi Mu.
Yi Mu pretended not to know, his fair fingers tapping absently on the mahogany table.
Judging by the time, Duke Pingguo should be getting restless by now.
Sure enough, a sharp signal firework rang out throughout the courtyard.
The next second, the sound of clashing swords rang out in the courtyard of the Minister's residence.
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