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

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qingyan's heart trembled. She straightened up and stared blankly into Mo Ting's eyes. "Mo Ting, don't you recognize me?"

On their way back to Yunhai City, they had already removed their human skin masks, so how could Mo Ting not recognize them?

Mo Ting frowned, sat up in bed, and asked warily, "Who exactly are you? And who am I?"

Jiang Qingyan turned to look at Lvyao and said anxiously, "Lvyao, come quickly and check his pulse. Could he have lost his memory?"

Green Medicine was also completely bewildered, so she quickly placed her fingers on Mo Ting's wrist and carefully took his pulse.

A moment later, Green Medicine withdrew her finger, looked at Jiang Qingyan, and gestured for her to come out and speak.

Jiang Qingyan glanced at Mo Ting, who was sitting on the bed looking around, sighed, and then walked out of the secret room with Lvyao. She asked impatiently, "Lvyao, what's wrong with Mo Ting?"

Green Medicine scratched his head and said in a deep voice, "Judging from Young Master Mo Ting's pulse, it doesn't seem like amnesia caused by internal injuries. He probably doesn't want to remember his past memories and is forcing himself to seal them away."

"Don't you want to remember the past?" Jiang Qingyan murmured, her expression somewhat unfocused.

Upon seeing this, Lu Nian and Yi Luo, who were standing in front of the stone table, quickly stepped forward to support Jiang Qingyan's arm.

Lu Nian quickly comforted him, "Your Majesty need not worry too much. For the Regent, forgetting the past may not be a bad thing."

Yi Luo added, "Yes, if the Regent hasn't forgotten those things, how should he face the Emperor now, and how should he get along with him?"

Green Medicine nodded in agreement, "Your Majesty, rest assured, apart from losing his memory, Young Master Mo Ting's health is much better than before."

After listening to the three of them, Jiang Qingyan stopped worrying. She composed herself, took a deep breath, and said softly to them, "Thank you for accompanying me through all this time. You must be tired. Go back and rest. Mo Ting's situation is special right now, so I have to take him back first."

The three nodded and went their separate ways. Although they didn't say it, they all felt a pang of sadness. At this moment, the Emperor's heart belonged only to Mo Ting, and they knew that the chances of them being able to stay by the Emperor's side in the future would be few and far between...

Jiang Qingyan returned to the secret room and stared at Mo Ting, who was on the bed with a wary expression, for a long time before slowly saying, "Mo Ting, let's go home."

Mo Ting looked bewildered and said, "Is my name Mo Ting? And what about you? You still haven't told me who you are."

Jiang Qingyan patiently replied, "My name is Jiang Qingyan, and I am your husband."

Mo Ting frowned and said suspiciously, "Don't try to fool me. We are both men, how could you possibly be my husband?"

Jiang Qingyan slowly walked up to Mo Ting, leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips, patiently explaining, "Because you once said that heterosexuality is for procreation, while homosexuality is true love."

After pondering for a moment, Mo Ting said, "This sentence sounds very familiar. I must have said it before. It seems you didn't lie to me. You really are my husband."

Jiang Qingyan smiled with satisfaction, took Mo Ting's hand and said softly, "Let's go back first, we can talk about it when we get there."

Mo Ting nodded obediently and returned to the bedroom with Jiang Qingyan.

Along the way, the palace maids and eunuchs in the imperial palace all knelt down and bowed when they saw Jiang Qingyan.

"This servant greets Your Majesty! Long live the Emperor!"

Mo Ting, who was being led by Jiang Qingyan, had a complicated look in his eyes. He asked in a low voice, "Are you the Emperor?"

Jiang Qingyan nodded with a slight smile.

Mo Ting asked in confusion, "Then am I a concubine?"

Jiang Qingyan pursed her lips and didn't answer. She kept saying that she was Mo Ting's husband, but she had never even given him a formal title...

Once inside the bedchamber and behind closed doors, Jiang Qingyan could no longer control her emotions. She wrapped her arms around Mo Ting's neck and tilted her head back to kiss his lips.

Mo Ting already believed that Jiang Qingyan was his husband, so he did not resist. He closed his eyes, gently wrapped his arms around Jiang Qingyan's back, and leaned down to respond to Jiang Qingyan's kiss.

Feeling the familiar touch on her lips, Jiang Qingyan's tears involuntarily flowed down her cheeks and dripped onto Mo Ting's face.

She almost lost Mo Ting...

Mo Ting slowly opened his eyes, gently kissed the corner of Jiang Qingyan's eye, and said softly, "Why is my husband so sad?"

Jiang Qingyan's eyes reddened as she stared into Mo Ting's tender eyes, choking back tears as she said, "Because I haven't kissed you in so long, I miss you so much..."

Mo Ting chuckled softly, patted Jiang Qingyan's head, and said in a tone full of affection, "My husband is so useless."

Jiang Qingyan sniffed, buried her head in Mo Ting's neck, and whispered, "Mo Ting, I'm sorry. From now on, I will never let anyone hurt you again, no one at all."

Mo Ting kissed Jiang Qingyan's hair and said softly, "Okay, I believe in my husband."

At dinner time, Jiang Qingyan personally cooked many delicious dishes for Mo Ting. While eating, Mo Ting praised, "My husband's cooking skills are really good! No wonder I was willing to marry you!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qingyan's eyes flickered slightly. Mo Ting was no longer the regent, and she should give him a proper title.

Night fell, and the moonlight grew stronger.

On the bed, Jiang Qingyan rested her head on Mo Ting's arm, gently stroking his chest.

Mo Ting loosened the sash around her waist, revealing a large expanse of her chest, and said shyly, "Let me serve my husband as he prepares for bed..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qingyan was taken aback. She had indeed been lusting after Mo Ting's body for a long time, but now was not the time...

Jiang Qingyan took a deep breath and quickly got up to tie Mo Ting's belt.

Mo Ting asked, puzzled, "Husband... what's wrong...?"

Jiang Qingyan smiled and said seriously, "We haven't had a formal wedding ceremony yet, so we'll save that for our wedding day... And... I have a surprise for you."

Mo Ting pursed his lips and smiled faintly, "You've already made me call you husband before the wedding has even taken place. As the emperor, you really have a thick skin!"

Jiang Qingyan was speechless. How did Mo Ting become so sharp-tongued after losing his memory...? But hearing him call her "husband" was truly heartwarming...

Jiang Qingyan lived a very leisurely life in Yunhai City. Although she did not have to attend the morning court, she still got up at 3:00 AM every day. She gently covered Mo Ting with the quilt and then quietly left the main hall.

Jiang Qingyan, carrying two large packages and panting heavily, arrived at the beach, where she happened to meet Ling Feng, who was sitting on a rock in a daze.

Having not seen him for so long, Jiang Qingyan couldn't help but feel excited upon seeing him again. She put down her package, waved, and shouted at him, "Ling Feng, what are you doing here?"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Ling Feng turned around sharply to look at Jiang Qingyan, and a smile finally appeared on his melancholy face.

He knew that the Emperor had gone out with General Lu but had not taken him with him, which made him very upset. However, he did not complain about the Emperor, but simply sat by the sea every day, silently waiting for the Emperor to return safely.

Ling Feng used his lightness skill to leap down from the reef and land directly in front of Jiang Qingyan. He knelt down respectfully and bowed, saying, "Your subordinate greets Your Majesty."

Jiang Qingyan bent down and helped him up, smiling gently, "It's just the two of us here, no need for such formalities. Why are you standing here in a daze?"

Ling Feng stood up, lowered his eyes, and said, "This subordinate... is simply missing someone..."

Jiang Qingyan curled her lips, extended her index finger to lift Ling Feng's chin, and teased, "Oh? Which family's daughter is she? Tell me, and I'll bestow a marriage upon you."