Yi Mu acquired a large mansion in the local area, with three courtyards and three entrances. Only he and a few attendants lived there, which was rather lonely and wasteful.
He sent a message to Beimen Lin, asking him to cancel his stay at the hotel and move into his residence.
Bei Menlin was initially unwilling, but Yi Mu used his status as emperor to pressure him, and he had no choice but to comply.
He Feng was ordered by Bei Menlin to be confined to her room for seven days, and was not allowed to leave her room except to use the restroom.
She was more than willing to agree to move out of the hotel.
There was one thing that made her uncomfortable: her courtyard was located in the best spot, but it was the furthest from Bei Menlin.
On the contrary, the emperor's courtyard and the North Gate were closest to each other.
The two often discussed how to control the floods, and Bei Menlin never had time to talk to her.
He Feng suspected that the worm might have stopped functioning properly inside Bei Menlin's body.
Since leaving Nanlin, every time she asked Beimen Lin to do something, Beimen Lin would make excuses to refuse, either because he was busy with important matters or simply to ignore her.
That day, both Bei Menlin and Yi Mu went out, and He Feng found one of Bei Menlin's subordinates.
Today was his day off. The guard practiced a set of sword techniques, and while wiping his sweat with his bare chest, he saw He Feng enter the courtyard and quickly put his clothes on.
"Miss He Feng."
He Feng had learned exceptional mind control techniques from the high priest of her clan since childhood. She walked up to the guard and stared intently at her.
The guards initially looked at her with confusion, then their expressions became dazed, and finally, their eyes went numb.
“Tell me everything in detail about who Your Highness was with that night and what you said to him.”
The guard, his face expressionless, paused for a moment before opening his mouth and explaining everything in detail.
When He Feng heard that the emperor had bought a pair of homosexual sugar figurines and even gave one of them to Bei Menlin, her expression changed drastically.
She always felt that Beimen Lin's relationship with the emperor was unusual.
On the first day in Sufeng, the emperor acted intimately towards Beimen Lin, leading He Feng to guess that the two must have had a good relationship before.
But she never expected that the two of them were actually gay.
"Disgusting guy!" He Feng showed a look of disgust.
She had previously felt sorry for Bei Menlin and didn't want to increase his dosage, but now she had no choice but to do it.
He Feng didn't want to spend so much time and effort only to end up with nothing.
Bei Menlin went out to discuss with the county magistrate the recruitment of some local young men to dig canals and build dams.
Yi Mu then accepted the invitation from the local young master group to attend the Plum Garden gathering.
This plum garden is a local garden with more than a dozen wintersweet trees.
Although it lacks the exquisite beauty of gardens in places like Jiangnan, the garden, filled with rare and exotic flowers and exuding a wonderful fragrance, has its own unique charm.
Yi Mu became familiar with these young masters half a month ago, but of course, it wasn't just for fun.
This county town is an important flood control point, and the imperial court sends people to manage it every year.
Other places have done a good job in flood prevention, but here, the dikes always break when floods come.
Yi Mu wanted to figure out what was going on here.
These young masters from prominent families are well-traveled and knowledgeable, and they certainly know more than ordinary people who are content with their daily lives.
In the half month since Yi Mu arrived, he has already gathered quite a bit of information.
“That prince from the capital is utterly despicable. Relying on his noble status, he orders my father around all day long. If I ever run into him again, I’ll definitely have someone teach him a lesson.”
The speaker was the county magistrate's son, accompanied by two beautiful concubines. After a few drinks, his cheeks were flushed, and he was clearly drunk.
He had many cronies, one of whom was the second son of Zhang, a local gangster. Zhang's temper was just like his father's; he was as arrogant as he could be.
The magistrate's son had been dissatisfied with this prince for quite some time. Zhang Xiaoer slammed his hand on the table, his face full of roguish charm.
"The emperor is far away, and what has happened to the regent? When he comes to our territory, he has to follow the rules. Young Master Wang, just tell me how to deal with him."
Upon hearing this, the confidant standing behind Yi Mu glanced at the arrogant brat and gave a cold laugh.
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