He looked so fragile, as if he would break at the slightest touch.
Bei Menlin couldn't help but soften his heart, and just as he was about to nod, a voice suddenly rang in his mind.
You've forgotten how he betrayed your relationship. He already has a child with the Empress, and he even said he wanted to have a princess with her. He's playing you like a puppet!
The voice seemed to know his inner pain, deliberately poking at that sore spot, causing Bei Menlin excruciating pain, and hardening his softened heart again.
He looked at the person in front of him with a mocking expression and said resolutely, "I have nothing to say to you."
He Feng removed her hand from the red rope, put her arm around Bei Menlin's wrist, and sat down with him again. She patted his chest and said with a smile, "Lin, don't be angry anymore, you'll hurt yourself if you get angry."
Then he glanced at Yi Mu, a victorious smile playing on his lips: "Your Majesty, please return."
Yi Mu trembled, not from anger, but from pain.
The poison had probably taken effect, spreading from the heart to the limbs, starting with pain in the joints and then the skin and flesh, causing excruciating pain as if being slowly sliced to death.
If he were by the Queen's side right now, his body would probably be reacting differently by now.
Fortunately, even if it hurts terribly, you shouldn't be forced to react that way to others.
Bei Menlin noticed Yi Mu's abnormality. Just a moment ago, his face was ashen, but now his cheeks were flushed an unhealthy red, and his forehead was covered in beads of sweat.
He took a step forward, and He Feng's voice rang out without giving an inch, "Your Majesty, Lin Du has said he doesn't want to talk to you. I think you should leave as soon as possible. Pretending to be sick is too degrading."
Yi Mu slowly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes staring at her.
Bei Menlin suppressed the worry that was rising in his heart, turned around, and said coldly, "You should leave now."
He Feng gave Yi Mu a smug smile and mouthed to him, "You are a loroser!"
Yi Mu had no idea why he had been forced into this situation.
He only has this one chance, so he can't give it up easily.
He held onto the edge of the table, picked up a shard of porcelain from the ground, walked up to Bei Menlin, exposed his wrist, and aimed the shard at the veins on his hand.
Bei Menlin frowned as he looked at him.
Yi Mu raised his pale lips and gave him a smile.
Bei Menlin's eyelids twitched, and almost instantly, he heard that pure yet almost demonic laugh hidden behind the red gauze curtain.
"I never imagined that one day I would do something so degrading to keep someone."
He took a soft breath, "But what can I do when it's you?"
No one can resist such sweet words. Bei Menlin felt that he was just being a masochist; as long as he looked at Yi Mu's face, all principles would disappear.
"I'll listen to what you have to say." He watched to see how Yi Mu would try to argue his way out.
A fierce glint flashed in He Feng's eyes. She couldn't let Yi Mu have a chance to speak, or all her plans would be ruined.
That useless woman, the Empress, is about to arrive.
She gritted her teeth and twisted the red string on her wrist.
"The Queen's child is not..."
Yi Mu had only said a few words when Bei Menlin's expression suddenly changed.
He watched as the slight gentleness on Bei Menlin's face vanished completely, replaced by cold indifference.
"I told you, goodbye means war, national ruin, and family destruction. It seems you've forgotten."
Yi Mu didn't understand what was going on; he was still holding the broken piece of porcelain in his hand.
Bei Menlin's eyes fell on his hand, and he curled his lips into a cold smile without any emotion.
"If you're going to die, die somewhere far away, don't taint my royal palace."
Yi Mu knew something was wrong. He tried to get closer to Bei Menlin, but as soon as he took a step, Bei Menlin pushed him away without hesitation.
His body was now riddled with holes, and he was only holding on by sheer willpower. He couldn't withstand Bei Menlin's brutal push.
He fell to the ground, his palm resting on the pile of broken porcelain shards.
He Feng giggled and snuggled into Bei Menlin's arms, giving Yi Mu a provocative smile.
"Lin, look how disheveled he is."
No matter what world he was in, Emu had never suffered such humiliation.
He fell to the ground, looking at the couple cuddling together, and suddenly felt an indescribable sense of absurdity and ridiculousness.
What exactly is he doing?
When did he, an Imur, become so lowly?
What did he do wrong to deserve being made a fool of like a monkey by Bei Menlin?
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