After being thoroughly violated, he ran away with the enemy emperor's child.

Eighteen years ago, the Grand Preceptor of Yong Kingdom predicted that Chu Junci would face a calamity when he turned twenty. As a result, Regent Gu Chuan snatched the newborn Snow Lotus back to Yong Kingdom and stored it in an ice chamber.

By this time, the snow lotus had been stored in the ice chamber for eighteen years, and the calamity predicted by the imperial advisor was about to arrive.

Upon hearing the prophecy mentioned by the Mo Yang Kingdom, Chu Junci's eyes darkened slightly: "What do you know?"

In my memory, the Imperial Preceptor was a native of the Moyang Kingdom.

More than 30 years ago, Regent Gu Chuan supported Chu Yun to ascend the throne. At a time when everything was in ruins, the Grand Preceptor appeared and pledged his loyalty to the two. In the following 20 years, the Grand Preceptor made significant contributions to the development of Yong Kingdom.

Until Chu Junci turned eighteen, Chu Yun passed away, Gu Chuan committed suicide for love, and the Imperial Preceptor retired...

All the burdens fell on his shoulders, and two years have passed since then.

Recalling the past, Chu Junci was slightly lost in thought when he heard the envoy from Moyang Kingdom say, "Two years ago, the former Grand Preceptor of Yong Kingdom retired and returned to Moyang Kingdom."

"After returning to his country, he selected a holy son and nurtured him carefully. Before he passed away last month, he instructed us to make sure that the holy son was sent to Yongdu and presented to His Majesty."

As he spoke, he took out a letter from his pocket: "This is a letter left by the former Imperial Preceptor. Please take a look, Your Majesty."

"Bring it here."

Before long, Bai Yang presented the letter: "Your Majesty."

Chu Junci remained silent, took the letter and read it carefully, his expression becoming increasingly serious.

To his left, Mo Yan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Is this letter of yours forged?"

"Your Majesty, the handwriting of the former Grand Preceptor of Yong is unique and cannot be forged by us."

"..."

Mo Yan was silent for a moment, his fingertips lightly rubbing together, a bad premonition suddenly rising in his heart.

As expected, after reading the letter, Aci said softly, "Arrange a place for the Holy Son to stay."

"Yes." Bai Yang nodded in agreement.

After the Holy Son was carried away, Mo Yan stared in the direction he left, his eyes holding an unreadable expression.

"Emperor Zhao".

Suddenly, Chu Junci called out to him from above, and Mo Yan subconsciously turned around: "Here."

"..."

Their overly intimate behavior drew the attention of others, who secretly observed them. Chu Junci pursed his lips and said, "I am not a good drinker. A Li will entertain you all later."

"Ah..."

Mo Yan subconsciously wanted to call out "Aci", but he suppressed it with all his might: "I wish to stay in the palace tonight. I wonder if Emperor Yong would agree?"

"No," Chu Junci refused.

According to procedure, foreign envoys should stay at the post station outside the palace. Although Mo Yan is the emperor of Zhao, he must also abide by the regulations.

After saying "No," Chu Junci got up and left. Mo Yan watched his retreating figure, his thin lips pressed tightly together.

A moment later, Chu Li appeared, his gaze sweeping over Mo Yan as he sneered, "Since my brother is unwell, I will entertain you all."

"Your Highness is too kind," the envoy from Moyang Kingdom said with a smile.

As the two talked, Mo Yan stopped looking at them and finished his drink in one gulp.

The next moment, he stood up: "I feel dizzy and weak, I'm going out for some fresh air."

"Since you feel dizzy and weak, Your Majesty should return..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Yan had already strode away. Watching his retreating figure, Chu Li was furious and instructed Yuan Jin, "A-Jin, go and keep an eye on him. Make sure he doesn't bother my brother again!"

"Don't worry, A-Li, I'll keep an eye on him."

Yuan Jin gently comforted him, then followed Mo Yan away.

Stepping outside the hall, a cold wind blew in, and Yuan Jin saw Mo Yan standing in the pavilion, his robes billowing in the wind.

He stopped behind Mo Yan and heard Mo Yan ask him, "What was the prophecy made by the former Imperial Advisor eighteen years ago?"

With Chu Junci's safety at stake, Mo Yan had no time for jealousy or rivalry.

"..." Yuan Jin remained silent.

He didn't want to reveal His Majesty's affairs to him, but Mo Yan continued to ask, "Is it related to Aci's safety?"

"..."

Yuan Jin pursed his lips tightly, unmoved by reason. Mo Yan narrowed his eyes: "You know my feelings for Aci. If his safety is threatened, I will not stand idly by."

Upon hearing this, a struggle flashed in Yuan Jin's eyes. The prophecy of the Imperial Preceptor eighteen years ago was something they were unwilling to mention, but with the eighteen-year deadline approaching, both he and A Li were afraid... that the calamity would come true.

He hesitated for a long time before finally gritting his teeth and rejecting the idea: "This is His Majesty's matter; I, an outsider, am unaware of it."

Yuan Jin was clearly lying, so Mo Yan didn't press further: "In that case, I will ask him myself."

"you……"

Before he could finish speaking, Yuan Jin saw Mo Yan's figure disappear in front of him. He subconsciously took a few steps to chase after him, but then stopped.

His intuition told him that perhaps Mo Yan could really help His Majesty. Thinking of this, he turned his back and pretended not to see anything...

On the palace road not far away, Chu Junci was taking a walk, with Bai Yang carrying a lantern and Lin Chen following behind him. A group of guards also followed not far away.

The group walked slowly when Chu Junci suddenly stopped and looked into the distance.

The melodious sound of the flute drifted into Chu Junci's ears. He was momentarily dazed, but after regaining his senses, he ordered, "Wait for me here."

"His Majesty……"

Bai Yang tried to persuade him, but Chu Junci raised his hand to interrupt him: "My mind is made up."

"…yes."

Bai Yang handed the lantern to Chu Junci and watched him walk away step by step until he disappeared around the corner of the palace road.

Before long, the flute music stopped, and the place became quiet. Chu Junci carried a lantern to the ancient tree, where he saw Mo Yan.

"Aci, you've arrived."

"..." Chu Junci didn't speak. The lantern could only illuminate a short distance in front of him. He couldn't see Mo Yan's face clearly, but could only vaguely see half of his face hidden in the darkness.

"What do you want?"

"Aci, what was the meaning of the prophecy spoken by the envoy from the Moyang Kingdom today?"

"It's nothing."

Chu Junci didn't want to say more. "You came to me just to ask this?"

"Aci, I'm worried about you. Please don't hide anything from me, okay?"

As Mo Yan spoke, he stepped out from the shadows, his gaze fixed intently on him.

"...It's really nothing."

You lied to me.

Taking a few steps forward, Mo Yan stopped in front of Chu Junci: "Aci, what are you worried about?"

"Now that our two countries are about to become friendly neighbors, none of your worries will come true, Aci. Can't you trust me just this once?"

"What else do I need to do for you to believe me?"

"Aci, please answer me?"

Upon hearing this, a flicker of hesitation crossed Chu Junci's eyes, and he clenched his fists tightly.

"Aci".

Suddenly, Mo Yan stepped forward and hugged him, resting his head on his shoulder and neck, his voice choked with emotion: "Aci, please tell me whatever you're thinking, okay?"

"I want to know what you're thinking, and I also want to know what's threatening you..."

"Aci, I will help you, even if it costs me my life."

"...Let me go."

Chu Junci pushed against his chest, trying to push him away, but Mo Yan held him tightly, so tightly that it seemed as if he wanted to melt him into his bones and blood.

"Please don't push me away, Aci..."

Mo Yan's voice was full of weakness, and Chu Junci's lips trembled, but she didn't push him away anymore.

Perhaps it was the warmth of Mo Yan's embrace that made Chu Junci's heart waver for a moment. The lantern fell to the ground, and he slowly raised his hand, about to hug Mo Yan's back.