Having many handsome men means no worries; pampering them all keeps me in good spirits.

Yi Luo sobbed, "I'm willing to accept the punishment... even if my husband makes me pay for Yuan Lie's life, I'll accept it willingly..."

Mo Ting sighed, slowly turned around and walked out of the hall. He only wished that his husband could get through this night safely; nothing else mattered…

The night seemed exceptionally long; none of the men in the courtyard felt sleepy, nor did they feel the cold…

They prayed silently that their husband would recover quickly... They would give their lives for his full recovery...

As dawn broke, the long night finally came to an end.

Mo Ting rushed over and pushed the door open, anxiously asking, "How is my husband? Has his fever gone down?"

Green Medicine knelt on the ground with red eyes, holding a handkerchief in her hand, carefully wiping Jiang Qingyan's forehead.

She seemed to be unconscious, completely unaware of Mo Ting's voice or the arrival of someone...

Mo Ting quickly turned to look at Jiang Qingyan, who was still unconscious on the bed. Seeing that her face was still flushed and purplish, he knew that his husband's high fever had not subsided...

His heart clenched, and he strode forward to grab Green Medicine's arm, asking anxiously, "Green Medicine! Has my husband really contracted the plague?"

Green Medicine bit her lower lip hard, nodded slightly, and said in a trembling voice, "There has never been a cure for plague... This servant doesn't know what to do to save His Majesty's life..."

With red eyes, Mo Ting took the handkerchief from Lv Yao's hand, soaked it in water for a moment, and then sat on the edge of the bed, gently wiping Jiang Qingyan's body again and again.

He kept muttering, "It must be because the water isn't cold enough...that's why my husband's fever hasn't gone down...he'll get better...he'll definitely get better..."

The others also burst into tears instantly, and rushed over to take out the handkerchiefs from their sleeves, soak them in water, and wipe Jiang Qingyan's body.

Only Shen Yuan stood there stunned for a long time before gritting his teeth, as if he had made a decision, and walked out of the hall, using his lightness skill to arrive at the Shenxing Division.

Upon seeing Shen Yuan's sudden arrival, the presiding officer immediately knelt down to pay his respects: "Greetings, Consort Shen. May I ask why you have come here so suddenly? Is there any order from His Majesty?"

Shen Yuan said in a deep voice, "Take me to see Chen Lun."

The executioner paused, looking somewhat embarrassed: "This..."

Shen Yuan narrowed his eyes and said angrily, "What? Didn't you hear what I said?"

The executioner trembled upon hearing this; he couldn't afford to offend the emperor's man...

There was no time to care what the scene inside was like; he quickly got up and led the way…

As he stepped into the torture chamber, Shen Yuan couldn't help but frown. This Cautious Punishment Division truly lived up to its reputation as "hell on earth."

Not only were there all sorts of cruel and perverse tortures, but even men and women with a modicum of attractiveness became playthings for the prison wardens…

Seeing the presiding officer give a signal, the jailers, who were exercising, hurriedly pulled up their trousers and knelt down to pay their respects.

Shen Yuan said coldly, "Your Cautious Punishment Division has truly opened my eyes."

The executioner chuckled awkwardly. Fortunately, those he held here were all serious criminals, so whatever he did to them wouldn't be questioned by his superiors…

But being witnessed by such a distinguished person today still makes me feel somewhat guilty…

If the Emperor finds out about this…

The executioner was drenched in cold sweat the whole way, and by the time he reached the door of the prison cell where the degenerate was held, he was completely soaked.

With trembling hands, he opened the prison door, pointed to the dirty figure in the corner, and sneered at Shen Yuan, "Beautiful Shen, that is Shen Lun."

Shen Yuan waved his hand, signaling the executioner to step back, and then strode into the prison cell.

The prison cell was overgrown with weeds and there wasn't even a blanket.

On the ground, in a dirty, broken bowl, several rats were eating the spoiled food inside.

His disheveled hair was matted with clumps of dry grass, and there seemed to be a few fleas jumping around inside...

His clothes were tattered, his body was covered in mud from the new whip marks, and his limbs were chained, trapping him against the wall.

Shen Yuan coughed lightly and said, "Senior brother, it's been a long time."

Hearing that familiar voice again, he suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes.

Slowly turning his head to look, his cloudy eyes were filled with amazement.

It's been a long time since I've seen him, and Shen Yuan has become even more handsome...

Looking at Chenlu, who was tortured beyond recognition, Shen Yuan couldn't help but frown.

Although my senior brother wasn't a good person, I did take good care of him for a while...

But he shouldn't have, by all accounts, harbored evil intentions towards his husband...

With difficulty, Chenlun brought his hand to his mouth and licked it, then smoothed his messy hair at his temples, trying his best not to look so disheveled in front of his junior brother.

He slightly curved his lips into a smile, his mood incredibly pleasant. "Junior brother, what brings you to see me today? Did you miss your senior brother?"

Shen Yuan clenched his fist, took a deep breath, and lowered his eyes, saying, "I remember that my senior brother has a method to treat the plague. Could you tell me the prescription? If the prescription is effective, I can let you leave here."

Chen Lun narrowed his eyes. "Oh? Who has contracted the plague?"

Shen Yuan pursed his lips and remained silent.

Shenlun immediately understood, and his smile widened. "It seems the one who contracted the plague is your unparalleled handsome emperor husband... It's truly a case of heaven being jealous of beauty~ How could he contract such an incurable disease as the plague?"

Hearing the sarcasm in Shen Lun's words, Shen Yuan suppressed his anger and pleaded, "Senior brother, I'm begging you, please give me the prescription. As long as it can save my husband's life, I'll agree to any condition you set..."

Chen Lun's eyes darted around, and he grinned mischievously, "You really agree to anything?"

Seeing that Shenlun had relented, Shenyuan quickly nodded, "As long as my husband is safe, I would be willing to die right now!"

Chenlun chuckled softly, "How could I bear to let my junior brother die? What I've always wanted is you, junior brother..."

Shen Yuan's heart tightened immediately. Even in his current state, Shen Lun was still a leopard that couldn't change its spots, still plotting against him...

He retorted angrily, "You're dreaming!"

Having said that, he flicked his sleeves and strode out of the prison cell.

Back at Chaoyang Palace, Shen Yuan found Jiang Qingyan still lying unconscious on the bed, with others constantly wiping her body. He was at a loss for what to do…

He squatted by the door, clutching his hair tightly, his mind filled with turmoil…

I still remember the day he came to Da'an as an envoy to negotiate a marriage alliance. My husband once said that she only wanted a clean man…

If he soils himself, his husband will never want him again in this lifetime…

But if her husband dies, what use is her innocence?

So be it... As long as my husband gets better, even if I can only see his smiling face from afar, I will be content...

Having made up his mind, he suddenly stood up, about to use his lightness skill to go to the Censorate, when he was stopped by a familiar voice…