As it turns out, no matter how bad Long Xun's taste is, he can't stand Yin Er's eye-catching outfit.
As a result, under Long Xun's stunned gaze, Yin Er could no longer maintain his charming smile, and sheepishly washed off his makeup and removed his jeweled hairpins.
His silky black hair cascaded down, and Yin Er, dressed only in a gauze robe without any unnecessary makeup, was still incredibly handsome. The thin gauze robe could not conceal his body, revealing a seductive allure.
This time, Yin Er's first attempt at dressing up as a young master didn't go as well as he had imagined, so he gave up on that idea, which relieved Long Xun, who didn't know how to communicate with him.
The misunderstanding eventually came to Mu Feng's attention. This Phoenix God, with her incredibly low threshold for laughter, let out a series of breathless, maniacal laughs that nearly created a psychological trauma for the entire palace. With a rather wicked sense of humor, Mu Feng even encouraged Yin Er to try another outfit that challenged Long Xun's sanity, enthusiastically offering to advise him and even contributing some of the fine clothes she had collected.
Yin Er was very touched, and then refused him.
Yin Er's name was not suitable to be known to the world in broad daylight. Five days before the coronation ceremony, when the Ministry of Rites brought the imperial register to record his name, Yin Er pondered for a long time in front of the official and chose a name for himself: Yin Chen.
Yin and Yin are homophones, and the character Chen... He didn't know why he thought of this character, but he always felt that Yin Chen should be his real name.
Long Xun listened to the official's report without taking it seriously. It didn't matter what his lover's name was; he loved the soul within her, and nothing else mattered.
Just like Long Xun himself, his temperament has changed many times throughout his long life. He is different now from the person he was in the past.
However, Long Xun was ultimately not good at handling such matters, and he entrusted the coronation ceremony to Mu Feng.
Yin Chen's soul was incomplete, so he was still unable to begin cultivation. Even with Long Xun's divine power, the immense power required by the little life in his womb still affected Yin Chen's body.
Although the pregnancy was still in its early stages and there were no outward signs of anything amiss, Mu Feng knew that Yin Chen, in his current condition, had absolutely no chance of surviving until the child was safely born.
Long Xun had no experience with this and knew nothing about it. In order to ensure that Yin Chen would not have his life force drained because of this child, Mu Feng searched the world for rare and precious materials that he could use, traveling back and forth between the small world and the Tianyan world. At the same time, she also had to arrange the passages that the immortals and gods who came to congratulate her could take, and take into account the time flow of each world. She was so busy that she was even conscripted by Long Xun. She was so angry that she almost laughed.
But Mu Feng knew that Long Xun was truly clueless when he asked him for help. Although he was angry, he gritted his teeth and rolled up his sleeves for his friend's sake.
Is it fortunate that Long Xun's reputation as a tyrant in this life makes people afraid to oppose him? Even though Mu Feng's origins are unknown, Long Xun entrusted such an important matter as the coronation ceremony to Mu Feng in the morning court, and all the ministers could only nod and agree without daring to say a word of dissent.
While the entire Tianlong Kingdom was bustling with activity, on the other side, Mu Qiu, the protagonist of this world, encountered someone while rushing to the capital with his lover to offer congratulations to the emperor.
Mu Qiu married many years ago, and her love affair with the young Duke of Wei was a beautiful story back then. Now, with two sons and a daughter, Mu Qiu has become even more gentle and refined.
Not long after marrying him, Duke Wei hastily led troops to conquer Dongwu Kingdom on imperial orders. Although Mu Qiu was a boy, he was well-versed in military strategy from a young age because of the enlightened family tradition of the Mu family. Disguised as a military advisor, he accompanied his husband in several battles against the prime minister of Dongwu Kingdom, with both sides winning and losing.
Mu Qiu had long heard that the prime minister of Dongwu Kingdom had fled into hiding before the capital was captured, but he never expected to see that man by chance in the restaurant where he was resting today.
The restaurant, which should have been bustling with customers at noon, was unusually quiet today, all because of the man sitting in the lobby on the first floor.
The man sat in the corner, his back straight, his hands flat on his knees. His white robe was embroidered with tiny silver patterns, spotless and meticulous. His jet-black hair was held back only by a white jade hairpin, the long strands cascading down, with striking white streaks at his temples.
His appearance was exceptionally handsome, yet his dark eyes were bright and sharp, calm and composed. Just by looking at him, one could tell that he was a person of firm character and difficult to approach. His aura was so strong that even those in the entire restaurant who couldn't see him unconsciously lowered their voices and dared not make a sound.
Duke Wei looked at the man, a smile of interest playing on his lips. He and Mu Qiu exchanged a glance, understanding each other's intentions. Without saying hello, they sat down in the empty seat at the man's table.
The person simply took a sip of tea and put the teacup back in its original position. If someone had measured it, they would have found that the teacup was exactly where it was before it was picked up.
"Prime Minister Yin, it's been a long time." Duke Wei spoke first with a half-smile. He didn't try to outlast this man in terms of patience; past experience had taught him that he would surely lose.
He simply went straight to the point: "I didn't expect to see you here."
Yin Bei, or rather Bei Chen, did not even glance at the person in front of him. His expression was calm, and he sat upright as if no one was there. He was still sitting alone in a corner of the restaurant, pouring himself a drink.
Duke Wei, unperturbed, continued, "Could it be... that Prime Minister Yin has come to congratulate our Emperor on marrying his virtuous Queen? Hahahaha!"
The fact that the former prime minister of Dongwu Kingdom came to congratulate the king of Tianlong Kingdom, who had razed their country, on his marriage was a blatant mockery. Even the most good-natured person would be enraged by this.
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