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Mo Heng paused slightly, exchanged glances with the attendants around him, telling them not to follow him, and then walked towards the pavilion alone.

The clouds are thick tonight, blocking the bright moonlight. It is pitch black all around, making it difficult to tell the direction.

Mo Heng did not carry a lantern, but walked steadily in the darkness, as if he knew the night very well, and walked straight towards the pavilion.

The surrounding darkness was like an endless abyss, making the faint light in the pavilion seem even smaller, as if it would be swallowed up at any time.

The night wind was blowing gently, bringing a hint of chill, especially by the lake, where the humidity was even heavier, as if it could seep into the bone marrow.

In the pavilion, the firelight shone through the lanterns, giving it a hazy feeling. In Mo Heng's eyes, it did not appear warm, but rather cold.

"...What do you think, Your Majesty?" Mo Heng walked closer and heard the man's voice. He should be a relatively young man with a gentle voice, which was Chu Jun's favorite tone.

"That's very good indeed." Chu Jun's sight was blocked by Shi Chengyu in front of him, and he did not notice Mo Heng approaching, and continued to talk with him.

He felt that this Tanhua Lang was really interesting, and his cursive essays were indeed worthy of the title of Tanhua Lang.

In addition, he has unique insights into some of the issues debated in the court and is a good talent that can be cultivated.

When Cheng Yu was praised by the emperor, he was extremely excited. When he wanted to continue talking to His Majesty, he was interrupted by a voice.

"His Majesty."

Shi Chengyu heard a deep male voice coming from behind him. The person spoke in a soft tone and sounded like a very gentle person.

He turned around and saw a young man in a silver robe walking towards him.

The robe shone softly in the moonlight, highlighting his handsome face.

His brows radiated a calm demeanor, his narrow eyes slightly tilted upward, his gaze deep and clear. His nose was straight, a hint of a smile lingered at the corners of his lips, and his skin was as white as jade. He looked like an immortal from a painting, captivating.

Chu Jun only saw Mo Heng at this time, stood up from his chair, and walked quickly to Mo Heng's side.

He took the other person's hand and said affectionately, "Ah Heng, you're here to pick me up."

Shi Chengyu was stunned by the emperor's sudden action, but then he quickly reacted, lowered his head, and bowed to Mo Heng.

If he guessed correctly, there was only one person in the entire State of Chu who could be so close to His Majesty.

This person must be the controversial Mo Guijun in the capital.

The emperor's harem was empty, and two years after he ascended the throne, only Mo Guijun was by his side. It only took Mo Guijun half a year to rise from a concubine to a noble lord, second only to the empress. This was enough to show the emperor's preference for her.

Therefore, rumors spread in the market that Mo Guijun used her charm to bewitch the emperor and thus gained his exclusive favor.

Although these rumors are extremely absurd, there are still many people who believe them.

Even those who did not believe in it often belittled Mo Guijun, saying that he was just a pretty face and would be abandoned by the emperor when he grew old and lost his beauty.

When Cheng Yu saw Mo Guijun today, he felt a strong sense of oppression just by looking at him. He thought to himself that the rumors from the outside world really were not to be believed at all.

The look Mo Guijun gave him wasn't fierce, it was even a little cold, but it still made Shi Chengyu's heart tremble unconsciously.

"That's all for today. My dear Shi, please go down and rest first." Chu Jun's voice saved Shi Chengyu, who was feeling panicked.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yu quickly cleared his mind of any random thoughts, saluted the two men properly, and said, "I'll take my leave."

Mo Heng's gaze lingered on the back of the third place winner as he left, as if he had remembered this person.

"Ah Heng, come and help me. I have been sitting all day for the palace examination. I am very tired and my back hurts." After the outsiders left, Chu Jun opened his arms towards Mo Heng and said aggrievedly.

He had a really hard time today. Not only was the dragon throne uncomfortable to sit on, but he couldn't move around. He had to sit there like a stone statue for the entire day, and he felt like he was exhausted.

Mo Heng naturally reached out to help Chu Yun up and hugged his waist, but his tone was slightly aggrieved: "Then why doesn't Your Majesty let the third place winner serve you?"

Chu Jun looked at Mo Heng, and after scanning his expression, she understood, "My beloved concubine is jealous. That third place winner is indeed very handsome and talented."

Mo Heng was dissatisfied and hugged Chu Yun tighter, hinting to the little emperor about his dissatisfaction.

It was a rare thing to see Mo Heng jealous. Chu Jun found it curious and lay on Mo Heng's body looking at him without saying a word to comfort him.

It wasn't until Mo Heng pursed his lips slightly, probably because he was really unhappy, that Chu Jun put his arms around Mo Heng's neck, pecked the corner of his mouth, and coaxed him, "Alright, alright, no more jokes. That third place winner is no match for Mo Guijun's beauty. Let's go back quickly, I really want to lie down and rest."

Mo Heng was easily coaxed by Chu Yun's half-coquettish, half-teasing words. He diligently picked up the little emperor and walked towards the bedroom.

At today's banquet, Chu Jun was concerned about his emperor's status and did not eat much of the dishes, so he was not full.

The thoughtful Concubine Mo prepared hot meals for his majesty in advance for him to eat as a midnight snack.

Chu Jun held the hot soup in his hands and felt warm in his heart.

After taking a sip, he enjoyed Mo Heng's service. Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he asked Mo Heng, "Ah Heng, do you want to be an official?"

"Hmm?" Mo Heng was removing the hairpin from Chu Yun's head. Not knowing why His Majesty asked this, he responded in confusion.

Chu Jun held the soup bowl and turned to look at the man behind him with a serious expression, "Ah Heng's calligraphy and essays are both first-rate, comparable to the Jinshi candidates we met today. If he had gone to the court, he would have made a difference and would have had the opportunity to go out of the palace and see the world. But now Ah Heng has to stay in the harem because of me. Don't you think it's too boring?"

Mo Heng felt that Chu Yun's words did not make sense, but he was moved by Chu Yun's heart and replied softly: "With Your Majesty's company, it will not be boring."

"When I summoned you to the palace, I didn't even ask for your wishes. I just wanted to get you out of the Mo family as soon as possible. Now that the Mo family has fallen, Ah Heng can do whatever he wants." Chu Jun's head was supported by Mo Heng and turned back, and he continued to mutter.

Mo Heng picked up a comb and helped Chu Yun comb her hair. A smile appeared on his face, as if he was thinking of something happy. "What I want most now is to marry Your Majesty as soon as possible, so that I can tell the world that Your Majesty and I are the only perfect match in this world."

"Of course!" Chu Jun said with a smile, and did not persuade him any further. If Mo Heng got bored of staying in the palace in the future, he could ask him again.

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[In the third year of Hengyun, the year of Dingmao, in the sixth month of summer, Emperor Chu Yun was about to celebrate his twentieth birthday.

The Queen Mother personally handed the tiger talisman to Chu Yun. From then on, Chu Yun was in charge of the military power. The power of Chu State changed and the national politics was renewed.

The next day, Chu Yun issued an edict, appointing Mo Guijun as empress, with the same status as the emperor, shocking the court and the country.

——"Records of Yunheng: Chronicles of Chu Yun"