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Before Osina came, Mo Heng lay on his side on the bed, supporting his head with one hand, looking at Chu Jun's sleeping face.

"Wake up, baby." Mo Heng whispered softly in Chu Yun's ear, his voice very gentle.

But of course, calling out gently wouldn't wake Chu Jun. Chu Jun simply turned over and buried herself in Mo Heng's arms, using his arms to cover her ears.

She rubbed her head against Mo Heng's chest, trying to find a suitable position, with many small movements.

Finally, I felt comfortable and fell asleep again.

Mo Heng, touched by Chu Yun's cute little gesture, kissed his lover on the forehead. However, it was too late. He was worried that Chu Yun would get angry because of the marks on her body, so he steeled his heart and shouted again:

"Baby, the mermaid is coming soon. Do you want to get up and clean up?"

Chu Jun had difficulty getting up and wanted to take a nap, but after hearing Mo Heng's words, he no longer had the heart to continue sleeping and sat up at lightning speed.

As expected, he saw bite marks and kiss marks all over his body. Mo Heng, the bastard, didn't even let his fingers go.

Feeling deeply ashamed and angry, Chu Jun hurriedly treated himself to cover up the fierce battle between him and Mo Heng last night.

Chu Jun was grateful for the magical setting of this plane, which prevented him from going out to see people with scars all over his body the next day.

Mo Heng watched the "mark" he left on Chu Yun disappear from the body, feeling unhappy. He gritted his teeth lightly and felt his teeth itching.

After Chu Jun finished cleaning herself up, she saw the man sitting on the bed staring at her, and she put her arms around his neck.

Mo Heng felt the ripples of the water around him as the beauty gradually approached him. Her long silver hair echoed with the ripples, shimmering in the water. Her soft voice was hooked: "Mr. Mo, remember what you promised me~"

It was clearly the same person who shouted the three words "Mr. Mo", but this time they were like silk, twisting several bends in the air and entangling Mo Heng's heart.

Mo Heng bit Chu Yun's lips lightly and said, "Of course, after all, Xiaojun paid for it."

Chu Jun, who was paid, was like a ancestor. He even needed Mo Heng to hold him up before he was willing to leave the bed (actually, his legs were too weak).

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"Your Majesty, is this enough blood?" Darius's face was a little pale, and there was a deep knife wound on his palm. Blood was flowing into the golden bay. Darius looked at the half bowl of blood that had already flowed out and asked. Then he quietly raised his head and looked at the person on the throne.

Hester ignored the boy's pitiful look, staring intently at the half bowl of blood with a fiery gaze: "Well done, Darius, my good boy, you are my favorite child."

Darius saw Hester's nonchalance, but still smiled innocently, as if he was happy about Hester's words. Then he bandaged his wound.

Now there was no magic in the city, and the witch doctor at home could no longer cast healing spells on him. He didn't know if his deep wounds could last until Hester came to draw blood next time.

Hester took the half bowl of blood in front of him without asking anyone else to help him, and the smile on his face gradually grew wider.

After he had seen enough, Hester finally looked at the boy in front of him: "Darius, my dear, is there anything you would like?"

This was a deal, he got what he wanted, and Darius could naturally get the reward he wanted.

Darius pinched his wound, as if that would make it heal faster.

He controlled his trembling hands and slowly raised his head, his expression was calm and his tone was indifferent: "There is nothing I want, Your Majesty."

He just hoped that he could return to his room as soon as possible, which was a space that he could control and completely belonged to him.

However, His Majesty did not let him off easily.

Hester's narrow eyes scanned Darius up and down for a few times, as if evaluating something, and then she smiled gently: "Darius is sixteen years old, right?"

Darius had no idea what Hester was trying to do, so he could only reply, "Yes, Your Majesty."

"You are old enough to get married. Marquis Henry's eldest daughter is about the same age as you. Let's find a good time to get married this year." Hester crossed her arms, leaned back in her chair, and decided Darius's future so lightly.

"But your majesty..." Darius instinctively wanted to resist, but when his eyes met Hester's gloomy gaze, he stopped talking. Then, his lips trembled slightly twice, and he whispered, "Yes, your majesty."

He has no power to resist the man on the throne, and his entire life is controlled by him.

Now, he couldn't even keep that little space of his own.

Hester received a satisfactory answer and nodded with relief: "Darius, my most beloved child, your child will surely be the cutest too. I am looking forward to it."

Then, Hester finally let Darius go.

By the time Darius got into the carriage, his expression had returned to normal, making it difficult to guess what he was thinking.

The carriage slowly returned to the Darius family's mansion. Surrounded by servants, he returned to his bedroom. "No one is allowed to disturb me without my permission!"

After saying that, Darius slammed the door shut, blocking the view of anyone outside.

It was not until he locked himself in the room that Darius finally couldn't help it. He wrapped himself up in a ball, leaned against the door, and cried silently.

He didn't know what he had done wrong to deserve such a fate.

Why would Hester, the brother who doted on him when he was a child, treat him like this? Would he also die in that bed like his father...

Darius couldn't help but tremble as he recalled the scene he saw when he was ten years old.

It should have been a sunny day, but in Darius's memory, the color had faded and it was only grayish white.

At that time, he was playing hide-and-seek with the servants in his house. He got lost and accidentally walked into the building where his father lived.

He thought that he had not seen his parents for a long time. Although Hester did not allow him to go, he just took a quick look and left.

So he avoided the guard at the door, climbed up to the second floor, and found the master bedroom.

Before I even got close to the door, I saw a woman being carried into my father's room, and then another being carried out. They were covered only with sheets, and blood was flowing from their legs, dripping onto the crimson carpet, and then disappearing without a trace.

He stood behind the wall, not knowing whether he should go on.

But later, the guards on the first floor patrolled to the second floor, and he could only hide behind the vase to avoid being discovered by the guards.

The guard patrolled for a long time, and he watched from behind the vase for a long time. He watched as woman after woman was carried in and out of the master bedroom, and the blood on the floor piled up. He wondered if the carpet was stained with human blood, which gave it such a vibrant color.

Not long after, a man dressed as a witch doctor entered his father's room and came out not long after.

When he came out, the witch doctor was still muttering to the people in the room: "Count Darius should not be able to make it today. Please send someone back tomorrow. I will go and make some more prescriptions, and try to get more women pregnant with the Count's children during this time..."

'child···'

Little Darius knew that he had many, many brothers and sisters. He vaguely remembered seeing them when he was very young.

However, he never saw them again after a certain day. Brother Hester told him that his father had sent those children to the territory outside the imperial city because they had displeased his father.

He believed it.

Now, as he listened to the witch doctor's words, his heart was full of doubts.

Why does the father want to have children? He obviously already has many children...