Resisting the Wind and Splendor

"Why is Mother angry? Is it because of your so-called worldly views?"

Lu Beimo had probably spent too long in the northern frontier and never cared about worldly matters in the capital. Chu Yueli was somewhat aware of this.

However, Consort Yu was different; she was a woman deep within the palace and should pay more attention to worldly etiquette.

She nodded.

Lu Beimo suddenly laughed loudly: "Heh, my mother can actually be considered half a woman of the martial arts world. She learned martial arts outside from a young age, and even my maternal grandfather couldn't control her. Her views are also clearer than those of the average concubine in the harem."

"No wonder, I always felt that Consort Yu was also a master." Chu Yueli recalled her meeting with Consort Yu.

Although she was never seen to take action, Consort Yu's words and actions revealed a forthright and bold spirit that other women in the harem lacked.

“Ali.” Lu Beimo suddenly grasped her hand.

Chu Yueli was startled, only to realize that he had been standing in front of her without her noticing.

The thought of what that large hand had just grasped made her blush, and she instinctively tried to pull her hand back.

Lu Beimo held her even tighter, then suddenly pulled her back to the treetop in the blink of an eye.

He picked up a jar of wine in his hand at some point, and after sitting down on the tree branch, he opened the jar and presented it to Chu Yueli.

Chu Yueli took a small sip, and having just lost control, she dared not act recklessly again.

This wine is mellow on the palate, but has a strong aftertaste.

"Ah Li, I'm going to Southern Mongolia next month."

"What?" Chu Yueli, who was just savoring the sweetness, was suddenly jolted awake.

She looked up at the man sitting next to her, her fingertips unconsciously tugging at the hem of his shirt: "You don't need to do this."

“I can’t wait any longer.” Lu Beimo held her hand and slowly took two sips of the mellow liquor. “Your maternal grandfather has great prestige in the Southern Frontier. In Father’s eyes, he is no different from a king with an army. He cannot make any move now, otherwise, it will become an excuse for Father to kill him.”

As a son, one should indeed not speak ill of one's father.

But he couldn't help but think of his woman.

“Even if your maternal grandfather doesn’t move, the Ming family army is still a thorn in Father’s side. If you go to Southern Mongolia, Father will definitely find an opportunity to have your maternal grandfather lead the Ming family army to help. Southern Mongolia is so dangerous. If you and your maternal grandfather can take it down, Father will naturally be happy. If you can’t, it will weaken the strength of the Ming family army, and Father will be happy too.”

"My Chu family army and my maternal grandfather's Ming family army are both wholeheartedly devoted to the country. If we die in battle, it will be detrimental to the emperor in every way."

Chu Yueli snatched the wine jar from his hand and took two big gulps herself.

"Does a king not have any tolerance for others? Why can he only see the threat posed by the Ming family army to him, but not the Ming family army's protection of Dongling?"

If it weren't for her maternal grandfather's Ming family army, who knows what chaos would have ensued in the southern border region, and it might have fallen into enemy hands like the southern Mongols.

Your Majesty, can't you see any of this at all?

“Ali, he is the Emperor.” Lu Beimo’s simple sentence made the matter very clear.

That's the Emperor.

In the eyes of the emperor, there is only benefit. He likes anyone who is beneficial to him, and he will weaken anyone who poses even the slightest threat.

He held Chu Yueli's long, jade-like fingers and sighed silently: "If I, the King of the Northern Frontier, were to make even the slightest mistake, what difference would I make from your grandfather?"