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Chu Ziyu slowed down, but heard Lin Ci'an speak.

"Just remember, I'm your husband."

"Husband...jun?"

Chu Ziyu repeated this unfamiliar word, his eyes full of confusion.

"Ah."

Lin Ci'an remained calm and continued to weave lies.

"you,"

Lin Ci'an tapped his chest lightly with his fingertips. "This is the ruler of the world, the supreme ruler, the emperor of the dynasty, Chu Ziyu."

Chu Ziyu's eyes widened slightly, as if he was shocked by this identity, and he subconsciously repeated: "...Son of Heaven?"

"Ah."

Lin Ci'an continued, his eyes deep, "And I am the Regent, Lin Ci'an. I am also your...husband."

"The love between you and me, born from the smallest beginnings, runs deep within our bones. However, the world is full of strict etiquette and laws, and intermarriage between men is shocking.

Moreover, you are the emperor. If this matter were to be leaked, the court would be in turmoil, the whole country would be in uproar, and you and I would both be doomed."

He leaned slightly closer to Chu Ziyu.

“So even though we love each other and have privately pledged our love to be husband and wife, we can only call each other that way behind others’ backs.

In front of others, I am still your subject and you are still my king.

You used to be very careful about the balance and concealment involved, but now... it's better to forget it, so you don't have to worry about it all the time."

He carefully observed Chu Ziyu's reaction and saw that the blood color on the young man's face faded slightly. He seemed to be frightened and subconsciously grabbed his clothes tighter.

"so……"

Chu Ziyu's voice trembled slightly, "Is that why you can't let others know...that you are my...husband?"

"clever."

Lin Ci'an's lips curled up slightly, as if in praise, and she brushed her fingertips across his chin. "Especially keep this secret from the Empress Dowager, the clan members, and those old-fashioned court officials. Remember that?"

Chu Ziyu immediately nodded vigorously.

"You accidentally fell into the water the other day and were frightened, so you temporarily forgot some things. It's okay, I will always be here."

He carefully observed Chu Ziyu's reaction.

The young man was confused at first, and then seemed to accept the explanation. A shy blush slowly appeared on his pale face (purely from trying to hold back a laugh).

(Everyone! Help! He’s such a good storyteller! I can’t hold it in any longer! What kind of old-fashioned, bloody, and abusive love story is this?! And there’s no way back! Hahahaha!)

She buried half of her face in the quilt, revealing only a pair of wet eyes, and whispered tentatively, "...husband?"

This sound was light and soft, carrying complete trust and dependence, like a feather, gently scratching Lin Ci'an's heart, stirring up a barely perceptible ripple.

(This look... is very good.)

However, this sense of satisfaction was soon overshadowed by a deeper sense of unease.

Chu Ziyu's reaction was not just amnesia, but more like a mental regression. His completely ignorant and childlike dependent attitude exceeded his expectations of "amnesia".

Lin Ci'an suppressed the inquiry in his eyes and didn't ask any further questions. He reached out and naturally tucked the quilt back for Chu Ziyu, his fingertips brushing against his slightly cool earlobe.

"Go to sleep if you're tired."

"I am here."

Perhaps it was the effects of the drugs, or perhaps it was his words and presence alone that had a soothing effect.

Chu Ziyu was already weak, and when he heard that, he blinked his increasingly heavy eyelids and rubbed the fabric of his robe beside the pillow in a dependent manner.

He muttered something softly, but finally couldn't resist the tiredness, his breathing became even and long, and he fell into a deep sleep.

After confirming that Chu Ziyu was already asleep, the slight fluctuation on Lin Ci'an's face caused by calling him "husband" disappeared instantly, and he returned to his usual coldness and solemnity.

He tucked the corners of the quilt for the sleeping person, his movements were even gentle, then stood up and walked out.

Doctor Liu, who was in the outer room, heard footsteps and immediately lowered his head.

"Go in and take my pulse."

Doctor Liu rushed in, held his breath and knelt down to take the patient's pulse.

The hall was completely silent, with only the crackling of the charcoal fire remaining. Lin Ci'an stood beside the couch, his gaze fixed firmly on Doctor Liu.

After a long time, Doctor Liu withdrew his hand, and Lin Ci'an gestured for him to go outside to talk.

Lin Ci'an sat down in the main seat in the main room.

"What is your Majesty's condition? Why has he not only lost his memory, but his speech, actions, and mental state have also regressed to that of a child?"

Doctor Liu's forehead was already covered with sweat. He carefully considered his words and replied, "Your Majesty, your pulse is weak, which is indeed a sign of cold entering your body. You need to be well nourished. As for... as for your mental state, words and actions..."

He paused, feeling the gaze above him grow colder, and said with a stiff upper lip, "Before Your Majesty fell into the water, it seemed as if he had been feeling depressed and overthinking for a long time.

The shock of falling into the water and the invasion of the cold evil were merely triggering factors. The underlying issue was probably... I'm afraid my mind was too exhausted and couldn't bear the burden.

Therefore... Therefore, I subconsciously blocked all painful memories, including my mind...

It also regresses to a childhood state of carefree, unburdened mind. This is a form of... self-protection.

But if this continues for a long time, it will inevitably cause damage to the body."

(Feeling depressed? Overthinking? Overwhelmed?)

Every word Doctor Liu said was like a hammer hitting Lin Ci'an's heart.