In the courtyard, his trusted confidant was surrounded by guards and couldn't break through at all.
No matter how skilled he is in martial arts, he is still just one person, and cannot compare to hundreds of people taking turns to fight.
Yi Mu, supporting himself on the door frame, stepped out of the room and came face to face with the Empress's exquisite face.
The two stood very close, so close that the insects inside each other's bodies smelled each other's scent and began to stir.
The Empress's face turned red at a visible speed, while Yi Mu's face grew paler and paler.
If his face could still be discerned in color before, it was now so white it was almost transparent.
The whole person looks indistinct and unclear.
Yi Mu just stared at the Empress, seeing her eyes filled with spring, as she reached out and grabbed him.
You disgust me.
Yi Mu could no longer make a sound; these few words were just a series of breathy sounds.
If the Empress hadn't been standing so close, she wouldn't have been able to hear anything at all.
What could be worse than having your husband stare at you, saying, word by word, "You disgust me," a statement that seems designed to pierce your very soul?
The empress stood there stunned, the shadows of swords and spears behind her seeming like a jarring melody, mocking her for acting on her own initiative.
Yi Mu stepped down the steps, passed through the battlefield where the fighting had taken place, and walked out step by step.
The queen screamed hysterically as he reached the door.
"You think I'm lying to you! Hahaha, if you don't come back with me, you really will turn into an idiot!"
Without pausing for a moment, Yi Mu walked out of the courtyard, and the next second, his body crashed heavily to the ground.
They've reached their limit; at least they've saved face.
He disappeared, and his confidants no longer needed to deal with the group of guards.
He drew his soft sword from his waist and cut down all the guards around him, while his trusted confidant chased after Yi Mu through the door he had left.
He ran forward seven or eight steps, then suddenly stopped and turned around.
Yimu lay face down on the ground, motionless.
The confidant ran back, turned Yi Mu's body over, and carefully reached out to check Yi Mu's breath.
There was no heat, not even a wisp.
A crack appeared on the usually expressionless, wooden face of the trusted aide: The Emperor... is dead!
Impossible! He's so young, he hasn't even reached adulthood yet, he can't die!
"Someone come here! Summon the imperial physician!"
The man's voice came from afar, striking Bei Menlin's heart heavily, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.
The wine cup in Bei Menlin's hand slipped and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
Chaos broke out in the courtyard. After hearing the roar, half of the guards went to fetch the imperial physician. At the critical moment, the empress suddenly collapsed as well.
As Bei Menlin walked out of the room, He Feng seized the opportunity to come forward, put her arm around his waist, and prevent him from taking another step.
"Lin, don't go!"
Bei Menlin ripped her hand away, his strength so great that he crushed He Feng's bones.
He threw the wailing He Feng onto the threshold and walked towards the door.
His trusted aide picked up Yi Mu and hurried towards the door.
No one knows how Bei Menlin walked up to his confidant; all that is known is that he was there the moment he looked up.
Bei Menlin stretched out his hand to his confidant, "Give it to me."
His trusted aide took a step back, staring at him with hostility.
"His Majesty's fate is currently uncertain, and he cannot withstand further turmoil from the Prince."
Bei Menlin didn't waste any words with him. He kicked him away, then pulled Yi Mu into his arms from mid-air and disappeared in front of dozens of people in a flash.
In the blink of an eye, the two people disappeared from sight.
The guards rubbed their eyes, wondering if what they were seeing was real.
The messenger who had gone to fetch the imperial physician had just arrived at the palace when he saw the Regent carrying someone in his arms, heading in the direction of the Imperial Hospital.
The most skilled physicians in the Imperial Medical Academy were singled out and lined up in front of the window.
Bei Menlin said only one thing: "If he dies, you will die, and your families will die too."
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