The turmoil in the small southern country was quelled, and Beimen Lin once again lived up to expectations by winning a victory.
The people lined both sides of the street and cheered.
Phrases like "General of the North Gate is mighty!" echoed from one end of the street to the other.
Bei Menlin rode a tall horse, wearing armor, his face as expressionless as ever.
Yao Yan sat in the carriage, and for the eighth time, he lifted the curtain to look at the carriages driving alongside him.
The man sitting opposite him, wearing a black cloak, felt a gust of cold wind blowing straight down his neck.
He had endured the blazing flames all the way, and now he finally erupted.
"What's so interesting? We've been looking at the same thing the whole way, aren't you tired of it?"
Yi Mu was startled by his shout and shrank back.
He whispered timidly, "I'm not wondering why Bei Menlin brought this woman back. Does he really intend to marry her?"
The man in black snorted coldly: "What do you care what he thinks?"
Yao Yan had to take care of it, after all, Bei Men Lin was Yi Mu's man.
Her husband is going to marry another woman. Given Yi Mu's seemingly gentle but actually intolerant temper, who knows what he might do.
Yao Yan lowered the curtain, and the next second, the curtain of the carriage opposite was lifted.
A beautiful, refined face appeared at the window. The pretty woman looked at the people on both sides and smiled.
It seems that her husband enjoys high prestige among the people.
I heard that Bei Menlin had planned to seize Su Feng's territory before, but later gave up for some unknown reason.
She wanted to see what was stopping Beimen Lin.
Yi Mu changed his clothes, hurriedly got into his carriage, and waited at the gate of the imperial city.
This was the second time he had welcomed Beimen Lin back.
Standing beside him, Gu Huai couldn't help but tease him, seeing how hard he could hide his smile.
"It seems that the rumors circulating in the public that the Emperor and the Imperial Advisor have a good relationship are true."
Yi Mu turned to look at him and laughed, "How did you know I was waiting for the Imperial Advisor?"
Gu Huai was taken aback. If they weren't waiting for the Imperial Advisor, could it be... they were waiting for the Regent?
Yi Mu refused to say more, only craning his neck to look ahead.
Soon, Su Feng's military flag was seen fluttering in the wind, and the man at the head of the group had a cold and stern face. It was none other than Bei Menlin.
Yi Mu hadn't seen him for almost two months, and seeing that face again filled him with overwhelming excitement.
Disregarding the dignity befitting an emperor, he quickened his pace and walked toward Beimen Lin, who had dismounted.
He used his hand to catch Beimen Lin's elbow, just like last time.
He thought the man would instinctively take his hand, but he was disappointed.
His hand grasped at empty air.
Bei Menlin didn't even glance at him, and knelt down directly in front of him.
The sound of the armored vehicle hitting the ground brought Yimu back to his senses.
Bei Menlin's voice was cold, respectful, and extremely distant.
"Bei Menlin lived up to the Emperor's trust and successfully conquered the Southern Forest Kingdom."
Although Yi Mu found his attitude awkward, he thought that Bei Menlin was probably afraid that others would notice something was amiss, so he was just pretending to be a subject to his ruler.
He found a suitable excuse for Bei Menlin's unusual behavior and was bending down to help Bei Menlin when he suddenly heard a pleasant female voice from ahead.
"Nan Lin He Feng greets Your Majesty the Emperor. May Your Majesty enjoy boundless blessings."
Yi Mu paused, then looked up.
A woman dressed in a snow-white fox fur coat stood gracefully not far away, her posture gentle and compliant.
Yao Yan walked up calmly and whispered something in Yi Mu's ear.
"Bei Menlin may have been cursed."
Upon hearing this, Yi Mu's arm, which was supporting Bei Menlin, trembled.
Just then, Bei Menlin raised his head.
In those beautiful blue eyes, Yi Mu saw indifference, coldness, and mockery, but not a trace of warmth.
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