After being thoroughly violated, he ran away with the enemy emperor's child.

The nightmares that Aci had frequently during her time in Zhao Kingdom might have been related to him.

Just because—

The man above the Hall of Diligent Governance is clearly him.

If he hadn't seen Aci at Snowfall Cliff, if he hadn't remembered the promise he made when he was eight, if he hadn't known that Aci was Chu Ling, perhaps...

He dared not think about it anymore.

"Your Majesty, we've found Chu Ling."

Several soldiers escorted Chu Ling out, and the man above glanced at her with a strange look in his eyes.

He walked down the platform step by step and stood before Chu Ling: "You're Chu Ling?"

"You've been blessed with a handsome face, why not come with me and become my woman?"

"..."

Mo Yan, who had been watching from the side, suddenly rushed forward and angrily shouted, "Who do you think you are! How dare you speak to Aci like that?"

"And how could you possibly attack Yong Kingdom?!"

His eyes turned bloodshot, and Mo Yan wished he could beat him up, or rather... beat himself up.

He finally understood Aci's concerns.

All these concerns stem from him, from another version of himself.

"Mo Yan".

He glared fiercely at "Mo Yan" and suddenly stepped forward and punched him.

Unexpectedly, the punch landed squarely on 'Mo Yan's' face. 'Mo Yan' gasped, his eyes flashing with wariness: "Who?!"

At the same time, a figure appeared before him. The moment he saw the man's face, he was stunned: "You..."

Mo Yan sneered and rushed forward again to fight with him.

Those around were stunned. What was going on? How could there be...two emperors?

The two emperors exchanged blows, one punching the other, the other kicking him, neither holding back.

Soon, they were both covered in bruises. Mo Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Mo Yan, you idiot, do you even know what you're doing?!"

"What did you say about me?"

Mo Yan frowned: "Idiot?"

"And... what do you mean?"

His gaze unconsciously swept over Chu Ling below, and Mo Yan pursed his lips, trying his best to suppress his panic and fear.

Unifying the two countries has always been Mo Yan's ambition. At this moment, he should be extremely proud, but for some reason, the moment he saw Chu Ling, he felt a pang of heartache and regret.

But what is he heartbroken about? And what is he regretting?

Mo Yan doesn't know.

All he knew was that he had no chance to regret it.

"You'll find out what I mean soon enough."

Mo Yan was furious. The pool of blood beneath Aci reappeared in his mind. He gritted his teeth and drew a long sword from the guard's waist: "I'll kill you."

"Anyone who hurts Aci deserves to die."

Wielding his longsword, Mo Yan attacked 'Mo Yan' again, who exclaimed in astonishment, "Are you insane?"

He had a vague idea of ​​what was going on, such as the person in front of him being another version of himself, but he couldn't be sure.

"You're the one who's crazy."

Mo Yan sneered: "You idiot, you deserve to die for doing something like this."

"..."

Mo Yan remained silent, dodging the attack as he drew his soft sword from his waist. After a moment, he asked, "What do you mean?"

"Do you know something?"

In recent years, Mo Yan has often dreamed of a small figure, but he doesn't know who it is, nor does he know what happened between them.

When he was eight years old, he forgot a very important promise. For the past fifteen years, he has tried countless times to remember what the promise was, but all his attempts have failed.

"Tell me, what do you know?"

Growing increasingly flustered, Mo Yan instinctively knew he had done something wrong.

He was momentarily distracted when Mo Yan's longsword suddenly pierced his chest.

"Um……"

With a muffled groan, he looked at the long sword piercing his chest, then looked up at Mo Yan's face. The other man expressionlessly pulled out the sword and plunged it into his heart.

In his last moments before losing consciousness, he remembered something from the past.

"Chu Ling, I want to be your friend."

"Ah Ling, I will remember that you saved my life, and I will never forget it."

"Ah Ling, I'll send you a message when I get back. We'll be friends for life."

"Ah Ling, I will come to find you again when I become emperor."

"..."

Countless promises flashed through his mind, and Mo Yan's pupils suddenly contracted.

He fell to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with astonishment.

He finally understood what that feeling of regret was.

He regretted it.

"Ah Ling..."

He wanted to look at Chu Ling one more time, but Mo Yan blocked his way, holding a long sword, and plunged it into his heart once more.

He stirred it violently, and blood splattered on Mo Yan's face. He pulled out the long sword with force, and suddenly felt as if he had lost all his strength.

He suddenly felt a little afraid to look at Aci.

But he still turned around and walked towards him step by step.

"Aci..."

The soldiers around him stood there dumbfounded, looking at Mo Yan and then at the emperor lying on the ground, unsure of how to react.

"Release him," Mo Yan ordered.

"Yes."

They subconsciously agreed, only realizing something was wrong after releasing Chu Ling.

Hesitation crossed their faces, and they silently lowered their heads, no longer looking.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of a blade piercing flesh.

Looking up, he saw Chu Ling holding a dagger, which was plunged into Mo Yan's heart.

Neither of them spoke. Mo Yan looked at the blood on Chu Ling's face, moved his lips, and then closed them again after a moment.

He then collapsed to the ground.

His vision blurred, and he remembered something: Aci often had nightmares in Zhao Kingdom. Later, Aci made him promise not to attack Yong Kingdom. He agreed at the time, but still secretly sent troops to garrison the border behind Aci's back.

Although the initial intention was for Aci, in Aci's view, everything was developing in an infinitely close manner to this world.

So that's how it is, so that's how it is...

He finally understood everything.

His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and he slowly closed his eyes.

When he awoke again, he was lying in a palace in the Yong Kingdom's royal palace.

Staring blankly at the curtains above his head, he clutched his chest, feeling extremely depressed.

No wonder Aci was so cautious and distrustful of him; anyone would be moved after having such a dream.

Not to mention that Aci was the person involved, and everything he valued was destroyed by another "Mo Yan".

He suddenly remembered a dream he had before, in which he sacrificed himself in exchange for a reunion with Aci.

So... in that world, did Aci die?

Aci is dead...

Just thinking about those words made Mo Yan's heart ache so much he could hardly breathe. His eyes reddened, and he could no longer hold back as he got up and headed towards the Qianhe Palace.

He needed to explain to Aci that he was him, and that idiot was that idiot; they were not the same person.

He would never do anything to hurt Aci. If one day he did something unforgivable, he would end his own life without Aci having to lift a finger.

Using his lightness skill, he darted along the palace road and soon arrived outside the Qianhe Hall.

The guard stopped him: "His Majesty has already rested."

"..."

The guard's words instantly snapped Mo Yan out of his reverie. Yes, Aci was still resting.

He stepped back a few paces and stood silently at the door, waiting.