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

But Mo Ci seemed not to see him. He was holding hands with that man and quickly left him behind.

"Chu Ling!"

He glared at Chu Ling's retreating figure, "I will definitely kill you, cut you into a thousand pieces, and chop you into eight chunks!"

Outside the dream, Physician Liu, who had visited several times throughout the night, sighed softly: "His Majesty's injury requires rest; he must not get wet or angry."

"Um."

Both sides were difficult to persuade. Doctor Liu moved his lips, then closed them again.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Shu appeared carrying the medicine: "Your Majesty, the medicine has arrived."

Mo Yan was unconscious and unable to swallow the medicine. Chu Junci tried several times, but all attempts ended in failure.

Recalling the way Mo Yan had forced him to drink the medicine, he pursed his lips and said, "You can all leave now."

After Physician Liu and Lu Shu left, Chu Junci stood in front of the bed and helped Mo Yan sit down.

This was the first time he had done something like this. If Mo Yan hadn't been unable to die, he wouldn't have bothered with him at all.

As the medicine entered his mouth, Chu Junci frowned and pressed his lips to Mo Yan's in one go.

The medicine was gently pushed into Mo Yan's mouth. Chu Junci fed him a bowl of it and then helped him lie back down on the bed.

On the rooftop, the guard who witnessed the scene noted everything down. He lay prone on the roof, continuing to watch the movements inside the house.

Fortunately, Mo Yan's fever subsided shortly after taking the medicine, and Chu Junci also fell asleep from exhaustion.

When Chu Junci woke up the next day, Mo Yan was still asleep. He got out of bed and went to the courtyard.

The snow melted, and sunlight shone on him. Recalling Mo Yan's words from yesterday, he slowly deduced a guess—

Mo Yan discovered his true identity, and this identity displeased him, perhaps even indicating a close relationship with Chu Ling.

This also explains why he dreamed of Chu Ling, Chu Li, and Xie Yunzhou.

The people of Yong Kingdom are very knowledgeable about the palace and have a close relationship with Chu Ling...

When the three conditions were put together, Chu Junci suddenly looked up, his heart pounding wildly.

Could he actually be Xie Yunzhou?

Can……

His intuition told him no.

Sitting on the stone bench, Chu Junci pinched the bridge of his nose. His memories were always fragmented, making it impossible for him to grasp the true truth.

Who is he?

"Aci".

Mo Yan's voice came from behind him. He turned around and heard Mo Yan say again, "Come here."

Chu Junci didn't move, only saying, "The imperial physician wants you to rest quietly, go back."

"Come here, don't make me say it a third time."

"..."

He got up and went to the door. Chu Junci walked past him and went into the room. Mo Yan watched his back and slowly lay back down on the bed.

The two spent several days together like this. Every time Mo Yan woke up, he had to see Chu Junci, otherwise he would go down to find him even if it aggravated his wounds.

After several times, Wu Xu stood guard outside the palace, not allowing Chu Junci to leave Qiyue Palace even a step, to ensure that His Majesty could see him every time he woke up.

Six days later, Mo Yan's injuries had healed considerably, and he went to court that very day.

In the imperial court, Right Chancellor Zhou He spoke in a grand and solemn manner: "Your Majesty's injuries have greatly improved, which is a blessing for me and for the nation."

"These past few days since Your Majesty was injured, I have been unable to sleep at night, wishing I could take Your Majesty's pain upon myself."

"Yeah?"

Mo Yan propped his head up with his hand, a sharp glint in his phoenix eyes: "The Right Prime Minister is very thoughtful."

"God will hear your request."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The two exchanged barbs, their words carrying a mix of threats and veiled attacks.

Coincidentally, Zhou He was assassinated on his way home from court that day, and was stabbed several times in the chest and abdomen.

Back at the Prime Minister's residence, he gritted his teeth: "That ungrateful wretch Mo Yan! I'm his uncle! If it weren't for me, would he have become emperor?!"

"Prime Minister, please don't be anxious."

Feng Zhong comforted him from the side: "Mo Yan is only powerful now. Don't forget that he still has Gu poison in his body. He won't live much longer."

"Otherwise, I would have killed him and taken his place long ago!"

He closed his eyes, calming his anger while devising another plan: "Go and bring that person here."

"Yes."

As evening fell, a young boy was brought into the Prime Minister's residence.

He hunched his shoulders and cautiously surveyed the mansion, appearing somewhat timid.

"Don't be afraid."

Zhou He smiled gently: "Do you know why I've come to see you?"

"I know, I understand."

He nervously adjusted the hem of his clothes, making the red mole between his eyebrows appear even more vivid.

"After this is accomplished, I will give you countless riches so that you can live out your life in peace."

"Thank you, sir."

He pursed his lips, his eyes innocent and endearing.

Those who have taken the secret medicine not only possess special abilities, but also emit a subtle fragrance from their bodies.

"Take him away."

Zhou He waved his hand, "Find a suitable time to send it to the palace."

After the boy was taken away, Feng Zhong poured Zhou He a cup of tea and expressed his doubts: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really wouldn't have believed that such a strange thing could exist in the world."

When Zhou He first asked him to find the boy, he was surprised for a long time, until he saw a man in the village with his own eyes...

"How did you come to know about this strange event, sir?"

Zhou He took a sip of tea: "Because I have also seen it with my own eyes."

"The former emperor of Yong and the regent... the rumors are true."

He didn't say much, but instructed Feng Zhong: "Find a way to get Mo Yan to sleep with that young man. If the Prime Minister has a new puppet, then Mo Yan won't need to stay."

Mo Chengyu is too old to be controlled. He prefers infants who are obedient and easy to use, and are his most useful tools.

"Rest assured, Your Excellency, I will handle this matter well."

I believe you.

The plot in the Prime Minister's residence did not reach Mo Yan's ears. He only knew that a young man went to the Right Prime Minister's residence, and the two talked in secret for a long time before staying there.

His injuries had healed considerably, but for several days in a row, Aci ignored him, as if he were invisible.

That day, he had just finished reviewing the memorials when he looked up and saw Chu Junci leaning against the chaise longue, half asleep.

He was holding a book, which slipped from his hand and was about to fall to the ground when Mo Yan caught it.

He placed the book on the table, then picked up the person on the chaise longue. Aci was so light and airy; the already thin person seemed to have lost even more weight.

Mo Yan kissed his face tenderly, but woke him up. The two looked at each other for a moment, then Chu Junci pushed him away and jumped down.

He turned to leave, but Mo Yan grabbed him: "How long are you going to keep throwing a tantrum?"

Pulling the man into his arms, Mo Yan nibbled on his earlobe: "Aci, my temper isn't that good."

"Because I like you and pity you, I have tolerated you again and again."

"But I am the emperor. Do you know how many people are waiting to be favored by me?"

"Then go find those who are waiting to be favored by you, and don't bother me."