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

"No!"

"His Majesty."

The Imperial Advisor raised his eyes: "I do not believe such a coincidence. The Snow Lotus must have already been snatched away by Mo Ci."

"Simply remove Mo Ci's heart, add medicinal herbs, and brew it; this will surely cure His Majesty's Gu poison."

"No way." Without even thinking, Mo Yan refused outright.

"His Majesty……"

The Imperial Advisor wanted to offer further advice, but Mo Yan interrupted him, saying, "I know what I'm doing; there's no need to discuss this further."

"...Yes." The Imperial Advisor lowered his head, and where Mo Yan could not see, a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.

"Get out of here."

Mo Yan pressed his temples, the restlessness within him churning again. The closer the date of the Gu poison's onset drew, the more irritable he became.

Eager to see that person, he strode out of the Imperial Study and headed to Qiyue Palace.

He raised his hand to stop the guard from bowing, and stepped into the hall. He saw Chu Junci sitting by the window, a gentle breeze blowing the silk blindfold over his eyes. He was quietly lost in thought.

"What are you thinking about?"

Holding the man in his arms, Mo Yan inhaled his fragrance, and his restlessness was finally completely suppressed.

He relaxed his brow and pecked at his snow-white neck.

One kiss after another landed on his neck, making Chu Junci's back go numb. He couldn't help but shrink back, but Mo Yan pulled him back.

"Don't hide."

Mo Yan put his arm around his waist and said again, "Don't dodge."

With his other hand, Mo Yan lifted Chu Junci's chin, his gaze lingering on his face before finally removing the silk cloth from his face.

His eyes, which should have been bright, were dull and lifeless, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, making him look somewhat uneasy.

Mo Yan stroked his eyebrows and eyes, then lowered his head and kissed him, "Good boy, Aci, help me."

"?"

Chu Junci was still somewhat bewildered until…

*

Much later.

Chu Junci's face was cold, and his palms felt numb.

Mo Yan sat beside him and gently kissed his palm: "Are you angry?"

Chu Junci turned his head away and ignored him.

Mo Yan didn't mind and kissed the back of his hand and fingertips again.

"..."

The sensation at his fingertips was obvious, and Chu Junci could no longer bear it. He forcefully pulled his hand back, wishing he could slap Mo Yan, but he hesitated because this was Mo Yan's territory.

He clenched and unclenched his fists, weighing the pros and cons, before finally finding the silk cloth and retying his glasses back on.

Mo Yan propped his head up and looked at him, a slight smile playing on his lips, thinking to himself: So cute.

"Your Majesty, would you like to have a meal?" Wu Xu asked from outside the house.

"Announce."

Leading Chu Junci to the table, Mo Yan lifted him onto his lap and said, "Aci has poor eyesight, I will feed you."

Mo Yan seemed to treat him like some kind of doll, devoting himself to feeding and dressing him, and this had been the case for the past few days.

Chu Junci remained silent, numb, and even opened his mouth silently when the spoon was brought to his lips.

"Good girl."

Mo Yan squinted his eyes with pleasure and fed Chu Junci another bite of rice.

He enjoyed the feeling of having everything about Chu Junci in his hands, which made him extremely excited.

Numbly finishing a bowl of rice, Chu Junci turned his head and said, "I'm full."

"it is good."

Mo Yan wiped his lips, then rubbed his stomach: "Aci's stomach is bulging."

"It's as if I have my own prince."

He chuckled: "If Aci is able to give birth, I will definitely make your child the crown prince."

"..."

Chu Junci's forehead throbbed; he felt he was about to burst out laughing.

He clenched his fist slightly and gritted his teeth: "I...won't...give birth."

"I know, I'm just teasing you."

He leaned against Chu Junci's chest and chuckled softly, "Aci is so adorable, I love her dearly."

A faint, sweet fragrance of lotus blossoms wafted into Mo Yan's nostrils. He took a deep breath. "Speaking of which, why is Aci at Snowfall Cliff?"

"I don't know," Chu Junci said coldly.

"It's alright, I will send someone to investigate."

Mo Yan's eyes darkened slightly. "I will investigate your identity thoroughly."

Luoxue Cliff is the border between Yong and Zhao. He appeared at Luoxue Cliff for the snow lotus. What about Mo Ci?

Why was he at the bottom of the cliff? And why was he still smelling of lotus flowers?

Forgetting the worst possible outcome, he held Chu Junci's waist tightly: "No matter the result, you can only be mine."

After the meal, he took Chu Jun with him and left Muchun Pavilion. The hall was shrouded in mist, and fresh water kept flowing from the spring.

This is Mo Yan's bathing place, which he used to use alone, but now there is another person.

"Greetings, Your Majesty; greetings, Prince Chen." The guards at the door bowed.

"Get out of here."

Mo Yan said coldly. He didn't want anyone to run into Chu Junci, and he didn't want anyone to even glance at him.

"Yes."

After the guards left, Chu Junci twitched his ears and stopped Mo Yan from helping him wash up: "I can do it myself."

"Shy? What part of your body haven't I seen?"

Mo Yan leaned close to his ear and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "You have a small red mole on your inner thigh. I've seen it before."

The tiny red mole on her porcelain-white skin was like a red plum blossom falling on the snow, breathtakingly beautiful.

"..."

Chu Junci felt like he was about to faint from anger. He felt that Mo Yan was not like a ruler of a country at all, but rather like a lecher, a lecher who was lustful at first sight.

Although he forgot what he looked like, judging from the reactions of those around him, he should not be mistaken.

Otherwise, Mo Yan wouldn't have taken him back to Zhao Kingdom the first time he met him, and even bestowed upon him the so-called Chen Jun title.

"His Majesty."

Chu Junci gritted his teeth: "Your Majesty is the ruler of a nation. What kind of person can't you have if you want her? Why be so fixated on me?"

"Because I only love you."

Mo Yan ran his fingertips across Chu Junci's face, his expression earnest: "For the past twenty-three years, I've only loved you."

Whether it was the most talented man or woman in Zhao Kingdom, or the beauties offered by the Western Regions, Mo Yan did not take a liking to any of them. But the moment he saw Chu Junci, he knew that he would be the one for him for the rest of his life.

Mo Yan is inherently obsessive; once he sets his sights on something, he must have it, even if it means dying together.

"Aci, I am the ruler of this country, so you cannot escape. You have no choice but to accept it, whether you like it or not."

"So you'd better fall in love with me sooner rather than later; it will benefit both of us."

"..."

Chu Junci remained silent. He knew that Mo Yan would have other men/women. He had his own principles and bottom line. It would be better to kill him than to keep him in the harem and have him fight with a bunch of people.

But he also knew that it was inappropriate to say these things at this moment, and that Mo Yan would not listen to him, so he simply kept quiet.

Once his eyesight is restored, we'll figure out a way to leave this place...

While he was pondering, Mo Yan removed his outer robe. Chu Junci snapped back to reality, clutching his chest tightly, "You..."

Mo Yan chuckled a few times: "I said I wouldn't touch you. A king's word is his bond."

"I'll help you into the water, we'll leave in a bit."

"real?"

"certainly."

Helping Chu Junci lean against the bricks, Mo Yan turned and left: "Call me when you're done washing."

The door creaked shut, and Chu Junci listened for a while before letting out a sigh of relief when he heard no more noise.

As he groped his way off his clothes, he was completely unaware that someone on the shore was watching him with their arms crossed—it was Mo Yan, who was supposed to leave.