The emperor's front was covered in blood, and the guards were terrified. They rushed to fetch the imperial physician.
Yi Mu, feeling lightheaded and unsteady, grabbed the guard's hand and told him to prepare a carriage to go to the Regent's Palace.
The guard hesitated, seeing his face as pale as paper.
The emperor's confidant arrived, and without saying a word, carried the person on his back and used his lightness skill to head out of the palace.
Yi Mu lay on Xin Fu's back, his hands and feet were ice cold, the blood in his body was flowing slowly, and his heart was racing and slowing down, making Yi Mu feel dizzy.
The trusted aide, whose lightness skill was superb, knew that Yi Mu was in a hurry, so he didn't go through the main gate, but directly climbed over the wall into the courtyard.
The Regent's residence was on the east side, and as I walked along, I didn't see any servants.
Once outside the room, the confidant put Yimu down.
Yi Mu took a deep breath, knowing that the explanation would be a huge undertaking, so he prepared himself mentally.
He walked up the steps and was about to knock on the door when suddenly bursts of laughter came from inside.
"Lin, don't do that, it tickles."
Bei Menlin's slightly mocking voice rang out, "Isn't this exactly what you like?"
Imu's ears began to ring, the sharp sound seeming to come from the horizon.
He Feng's teasing voice seemed to penetrate his ears as if it were real.
He swallowed hard, his mouth full of bloody foam, almost making him gag.
"Who's outside?" He Fengjiao shouted.
The door wasn't closed properly, so Yi Mu pushed it open and went inside.
Bei Menlin held He Feng in his arms, and He Feng held a wine cup and fed Bei Menlin wine.
The two were in an ambiguous position, and there were three or four bottles of wine on the table, so they probably drank quite a bit.
Bei Menlin was not surprised at all by Yi Mu's appearance.
From the moment someone stood at the door, he could tell it was Yi Mu just by the sound of their breathing.
The words were meant for Yimu's ears, with the aim of humiliating him.
"What are you doing here? Begging me to have mercy and spare your throne?"
Yi Mu's face was deathly pale. Bei Menlin saw the bloodstains on his clothes. His pupils contracted, but he forced himself not to ask what had happened.
His self-esteem had been utterly trampled by Yi Mu. If anyone were to care about him at this critical juncture, they would be utterly shameless.
Yimu said softly, "I have a lot to explain to you, so I'll tell you."
Upon hearing this, He Feng let out a soft "hey," followed by a clear, bell-like laugh.
"What do you mean by that, Your Majesty? I'm not an outsider. What can't you say to my face?"
Yi Mu glanced at her and suddenly understood something from the undisguised malice in her eyes.
“It’s you.” He said it as a statement.
He Feng curled the corners of her lips, of course refusing to admit it.
"What did Your Majesty say? I don't understand."
Bei Menlin impatiently threw down his wine cup, unable to bear their riddle-like conversation in front of him.
"If Your Majesty has nothing else to do, please leave as soon as possible. My wife and I still have some wine to drink."
Yi Mu's heart skipped a beat, and the pain made his face even paler.
His voice was unsteady, trembling slightly, and he asked incredulously, "You're going to marry her?"
Seeing him suffer made Bei Menlin feel good.
"Feng'er is the adopted daughter of the Queen of Nanlin, a proper princess of noble birth. Her marriage to me is a perfect match. What, does Your Majesty intend to interfere in my marriage?"
Although Yi Mu was suffering immense pain, his mind remained relatively clear.
Bei Menlin had absolutely no feelings for He Feng; he was just angry with himself.
There is not much time left before the Gu worms, as the Empress said, take effect.
Yi Mu needs to quickly clear up Bei Menlin's misunderstanding and then take the worm out of his body.
He stepped forward and shouted at He Feng to get out.
He Feng was startled and hid behind Bei Menlin, looking aggrieved. "Lin, I'm scared."
"Does Your Majesty think I'm dead? You're disciplining my woman right in front of me!"
Veins bulged on Bei Menlin's forehead as he smashed the wine pot, shattering it into pieces. One piece bounced up and grazed Yi Mu's hand, leaving a deep cut on his delicate skin.
Bei Menlin's gaze fell on the back of his hand, and he clenched his fist. He hadn't forgotten that Yi Mu was most afraid of pain.
Yi Mu didn't even look at the wound, only staring at Bei Menlin. The aura he had just forced to maintain vanished completely.
"I just want to say a few words to you, is that so difficult?" he said wearily, closing his eyes.
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