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

Chapter 14 I Will Make You Happy

Their undergarments clung to their bodies after getting wet, and they were so close that they could see the fine hairs on each other's faces.

"Aci, the imperial physician says you've recovered significantly."

"New Year's Eve..."

As he spoke, Mo Yan gently stroked the hair on his forehead: "I will make all the necessary preparations."

"?"

What to prepare? What's appropriate?

"I will make you happy."

"..."

There are still ten days until Lunar New Year's Eve. In ten days, Aci's body will definitely be fully recovered.

The thing that Mo Yan had been thinking about for a long time could finally be put on the agenda.

Realizing what Mo Yan was talking about, Chu Junci paused for a moment before asking, "Mo Yan?"

"Is there anything else on your mind besides these?"

When questioned, Mo Yan was not ashamed at all: "I love you, so naturally I want to get closer to you."

"Doesn't Aci want me?"

In no mood.

Perhaps his expression was too obvious, Mo Yan pinched his cheek: "Can't you say something nice to coax me?"

"That's called deceiving the emperor."

"You, Mo Ci, when you lied to me before, did you ever think about whether you were deceiving the emperor?"

Chu Junci didn't want to argue about this anymore, so she gently pushed him away, "I'm so tired, stop making a fuss."

Chu Junci was truly exhausted and had no energy left to joke around with Mo Yan.

"Fine, I'll discuss this with you again tomorrow."

After a quick wash, Chu Junci returned to Qiyue Palace close to midnight and soon fell asleep.

In his dream, he was standing on the city wall.

Not far away, the sound of iron cavalry could be heard continuously, and the army carrying banners with the character "昭" stretched as far as the eye could see.

He saw Mo Yan.

Mo Yan, riding his warhorse and clad in armor, looked down with disdain: "Yong Kingdom has been defeated."

In a flash, the city gates burst open, and the Zhao Kingdom's army stormed into the city, burning, killing, and looting. The screams of the people filled the air, and blood stained the soil.

Corpses, countless corpses, their eyes wide open, dying with unfinished business...

"don't want!"

Chu Junci was startled awake.

He sat on the bed, his back soaked with sweat, his heart pounding wildly.

The scene in his dream was too real; corpses flashed through his mind, and Chu Junci turned pale, unable to recover for a long time.

"Is it a dream...?" he murmured.

After a long pause, Chu Junci got off the bed, washed his face and hands, and then sat by the window to brew tea.

He needs to do something to distract himself.

The act of brewing tea was extremely elegant; Chu Junci was slow and deliberate, and every move he made revealed the refinement of a noble family.

This was the scene that Mo Yan saw after court: his Aci was holding a tea set and sitting in an elegant posture.

"How did Aci know I was thirsty?"

He stepped forward, picked up the teacup, and drank it all in one gulp, his movements clean and efficient.

"It seems that I and Aci are of one mind, a match made in heaven."

"..."

Chu Junci didn't want to talk to him, especially after having that dream.

Let's just say he took his anger out on him, even if he doesn't know why.

"Aci".

Mo Yan called him again, "Are you in a bad mood?"

"…No."

Mo Yan tightened his grip on the teacup and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Someone come here."

"Your Majesty." The chief eunuch guarding the door immediately came in.

"Is Your Highness in a bad mood? Has something happened?"

The head eunuch was completely bewildered: "Your Majesty, nothing has happened. Everything is as before."

"Then why is my Aci angry?"

"this……"

How could a servant like me know that?

"Alright, Mo Yan, don't make things difficult for him."

Chu Junci couldn't stand it any longer: "You may leave."

Having received Chu Junci's order, he dared not leave, his gaze cautiously fixed on Mo Yan, until he heard a voice say, "Ah Ci told you to leave, are you deaf?"

"Yes, yes, this servant takes his leave."

The head eunuch hurriedly left, and Mo Yan came up behind Chu Junci, pulling him into his arms: "What happened, hmm?"

"It's really nothing."

Chu Junci couldn't possibly say it was because of a dream... it was just a dream.

"real?"

"real."

"Then I will take you somewhere."

"Where to?"

You'll find out soon enough.

Mo Yan acted mysteriously, even bringing a cloth to blindfold him.

With his vision blocked again, Chu Junci felt Mo Yan take his hand and lead him forward.

After a short while, Mo Yan stopped: "We've arrived."

The cloth was removed, and after a while, Chu Junci opened his eyes.

He was standing in an unfamiliar palace, the interior of which was filled with red silk, and several large "囍" characters were pasted on the windows.

"This is the palace that I had renovated, named 'Yanci,' and it will become our residence from now on."

"You enjoy reading, and the books on the bookshelf are all rare editions that I specially found for you. You can browse through them to your heart's content in your spare time."

"You must be feeling uneasy entering the palace alone. Therefore, I have decided that on the day my Great Zhao cavalry crushes the capital of Yong, I will give Yong to you. Is that alright?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Junci was stunned, and he remembered that dream again.

His voice was hoarse, and Chu Junci clenched his fingers: "You want to attack Yong?"

"That's right. The two kingdoms of Zhao and Yong have been at odds for decades, each wanting to devour the other. Now that Chu Ling of Yong is seriously injured, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"I have decided to personally lead the expedition next spring."

"..."

The emperor personally led the expedition.

Chu Junci subconsciously took a step back. Dreams mixed with other memories were rampaging through his mind. He covered his forehead, his head throbbing.

"Hmm..." He let out a muffled groan, his vision went black, and he suddenly lost consciousness.

"Aci!"

In the last moment before his hearing disappeared, he heard Mo Yan's extremely terrified shouts.

He had another dream.

In my dream, I was in the Qin Zheng Hall of the Yong Kingdom.

Blood flowed like a river inside the palace, the stench of blood filled the air, and dead eunuchs and palace maids, as well as soldiers dressed in Yong Kingdom armor, could be seen everywhere.

The armor plates rustled as Mo Yan stepped on the blood-soaked ground, sat down on the dragon throne, and then began to wipe the blood-dripping sword.

He was calm and pleasing to the eye, his right foot stepping on a corpse.

The corpse was a bloody mess, covered in wounds, and its facial features were no longer recognizable.

But Chu Junci knew that it was Chu Li.

"Still haven't found Chu Ling?"

Mo Yan opened his lips: "I'm only giving you half an incense stick's time. If you find Chu Ling, you live; if you don't..."

"I have no need for useless people around me."

"We will obey His will."

Their lives were at stake, and they dared not delay.

Half an incense stick later, Chu Ling was dragged into the Hall of Diligent Governance with her wrists tied.

"You're Chu Ling?"

Mo Yan raised an eyebrow. "You do have a beautiful appearance, but the most beautiful woman in Zhao Kingdom is far inferior to you."

As he spoke, he stepped down the stairs and lifted Chu Ling's chin with two fingers: "If you don't want more people to die, then become my plaything?"

"Make me feel comfortable, then release ten people at once, otherwise..."

He leaned close to his ear: "I will kill them in front of you, one by one, breaking their tendons and bones."

"Ah Ling, are you willing to let them die?"

Like the whispers of a demon, Chu Junci trembled all over. He didn't understand why he felt both hatred and anger when these words weren't directed at him.

It made him want to rush forward and kill Mo Yan.

With a loud "boom," a flash of purple lightning streaked across the sky; it was about to rain.

Soon, the raindrops began to fall on the ground, and the blood mixed with the mud was washed away by the rain, plunging the entire palace into a desolate atmosphere.

On the dragon throne, Chu Ling was forced by Mo Yan to remove her clothes...

Chu Junci trembled even more violently.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Yan suddenly turned around and looked at him intently: "Aci, come here."

……

Chu Junci was awakened once again.

After escaping the nightmare, my heart was pounding and I broke out in a cold sweat.

"Aci?"

Mo Yan, who had been standing by his side, breathed a sigh of relief: "You're finally awake. The imperial physician said..."

"Don't... touch me."

Chu Junci flung Mo Yan away forcefully, his expression dazed, his fingertips trembling slightly.

"?"

Mo Yan asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Chu Junci remained silent. As he recalled the dream again, blood blurred his vision, and he felt like he was going crazy.

"Brother!"

He heard Chu Li's voice: "Run!"

"Live on..."

"what!"

A painful scream escaped his throat as Chu Junci clutched his head, his long-buried memories about to break free of their shackles.

"..."

Without further hesitation, Mo Yan chopped at the back of Chu Junci's neck.

The screams stopped, and Chu Junci's body went limp, collapsing onto the bed.

"Imperial Physician!"

Mo Yan had a gloomy face, but his movements were very gentle. He gently helped him lie down and then wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"His Majesty."

Five imperial physicians appeared upon hearing the sound. Among them, Physician Liu said cautiously, "This humble subject seems to have heard His Highness's voice..."

"Yes, he just woke up."

After explaining the whole story, Mo Yan wiped Chu Junci's hands and asked, "Is my A-Ci sick?"

"this……"

The imperial physicians exchanged glances before finally speaking: "Perhaps it is because Prince Chen is about to regain his memories, but his past was too painful, which is why he is behaving strangely now."

The imperial physician's words made some sense. Mo Yan pursed his lips: "Is there a solution?"

"The only solution now is to prevent Chen Jun from regaining his memories."

The scent of calming incense filled the air. Chu Junci was still unconscious, but he could already hear Mo Yan's voice.

When will he wake up?

"Your Majesty, it should be soon; he should wake up by tonight at the latest."

"Understood, you may leave."

"Yes."

After the imperial physician left, Mo Yan came to the bedside and took Chu Junci's hand: "Aci, you've been unconscious for two days, why won't you wake up?"

His response was Chu Junci's steady breathing and tightly closed eyelashes.

"If you're willing to wake up, I'll grant you anything..."

Holding Chu Junci's hand and pressing it against his cheek, Mo Yan gently nuzzled him: "Please wake up, I'm begging you."

The sound came and went, and as his consciousness faded into darkness, Chu Junci could no longer hear Mo Yan's voice.

The hour of Xu (7-9 PM).

Candles were lit inside the hall, casting flickering light, and the person on the bed finally opened their eyes.

He stared at the curtains above his head, a look of confusion in his eyes.

"Aci".

Upon hearing the sound, he looked over and saw Mo Yan—his eyes were dark and bloodshot, clearly indicating that he hadn't rested for several days.

"you……"

Before he could finish speaking, he was already tightly embraced by Mo Yan.

Mo Yan rested his head against his chest: "You have no idea how scared I am."

"Aci, I'm really scared..."

Chu Junci blinked, confused. "What's wrong with me?"

"You suddenly fainted and remained unconscious for three days."

"faint?"

He remembered that Mo Yan had taken him to a palace, and then...

His memory seemed to have been severed by a knife; he couldn't remember anything after that.

"The imperial physician said you fainted because you caught a cold and developed a fever. It's my fault; I shouldn't have bothered you that night."

Mentioning that night, Chu Junci recalled the words, "I will make you happy." With only seven days left until New Year's Eve, wouldn't that mean...?

"Don't worry, I won't touch you on New Year's Eve."

Chu Junci had just recovered from a serious illness, and Mo Yan was reluctant to part with him.

"Aci, get well soon, and don't get sick again, okay?"

"I don't want to get sick either."

"I know."

Mo Yan rose from Chu Junci's embrace and kissed his forehead: "There won't be a next time, I promise you."

"…Um."

Mo Yan's words felt like something had touched Chu Junci's heart, making it feel itchy and numb.

The Zhao Kingdom was too cold, and it often snowed. Perhaps because there were too many candles lit in the palace, Chu Junci felt warmth for the first time.

"Aci".

"Um?"

"It's time to take your medicine."

"..."

The warmth faded, and it turned cold again.

Chu Junci resisted, but knew he had no choice but to drink, "Okay."

The dark, murky medicine was brought before him, and Chu Junci frowned, as if he had encountered a difficult problem.

"I will feed you."

"Need not."

He took the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp. Chu Junci's tongue went numb from the bitterness. The next moment, a candied fruit was stuffed into his lips.

The candied fruit was sweet, and Chu Junci sipped it and finished one in no time.

"Want more?"

"Um."

He nodded subconsciously, then added, "I won't beg you."

Mo Yan chuckled and ruffled his hair. "Okay."

He placed a box of candied fruit into Chu Junci's palm, saying, "Don't be greedy, save some for next time."

"it is good."

After eating two more, Chu Junci closed the lid and put the candied fruit into the secret compartment by the bedside.

The medicine contained a sedative ingredient, and soon Chu Junci became drowsy. This time, he did not dream.

After sleeping soundly until dawn, Chu Junci woke up feeling much better.

With only six days left until Lunar New Year's Eve, the Zhao Kingdom also began its court session yesterday.

He had been lying in bed for several days, and since he didn't have to attend court, Mo Yan decided to take him for a stroll in the garden.

A breeze picked up today. Mo Yan held a kite in one hand and led Chu Junci by the hand in the other. "Does A-Ci know how to fly a kite?"

"No," Chu Junci shook his head.

"I will teach you."

He stopped in an open area and handed the string to Chu Junci, saying, "Take this."

Chu Junci did as instructed, and then saw Mo Yan take ten steps back with the kite in hand. "After I let go, you step back and pull the string."

"Um."

This was the first time Chu Junci had done something like this, and he was inexplicably nervous. He stared at the kite and thought to himself: "Mo Yan, let go, I'll step back and pull the string."

"Don't be so nervous."

Mo Yan chuckled lightly: "With me here."

"…good."

The two waited patiently for their opportunity, and finally—

"The wind is picking up, Aci."

Mo Yan released the kite, and Chu Junci immediately stepped back, pulling on the white string of the kite.

The kite rose with the wind, leaving a beautiful scene in the sky.

"Mo Yan, we succeeded!"

Chu Junci looked excited, his eyes shining slightly as he stared at the kite.

"Aci is really amazing." Mo Yan came up behind him, took his hand and put it down with him.

"The same to you."

Together, they made the kite fly higher and more steadily.