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

The threatening words sounded familiar; Chu Junci seemed to have heard them somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where.

Before long, a palace maid brought in a bowl of medicine: "Your Majesty, it's time for the Prince to take his medicine."

"Give it to me."

Mo Yan took it and blew on it: "Aci, drink your medicine."

The medicine contained antipyretic and anti-swelling ingredients, and it didn't smell very good. Chu Junci frowned. "I'll do it myself."

After drinking the medicine in one gulp, Chu Junci frowned and turned to rummage through the hidden compartment for candied fruit, where he spotted the transparent ointment.

He paused, pretending not to see, then took out a candied fruit and took a bite.

Mo Yan watched from the side without saying anything.

An eerie atmosphere permeated the air between them. A gentle breeze blew, causing the kites inside the hall to rustle softly. Chu Junci glanced to the side and saw the kite that he and Mo Yan had flown together that day.

"Aci".

In a daze, he heard Mo Yan say, "What would it take for you to fall in love with me?"

But the voice was too low, and he wasn't sure if he had misheard.

Mo Yan didn't say anything more, and the two sat quietly together until it got dark.

That night, the two slept together. Mo Yan tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, thinking of Chu Junci's words about "rotten" from earlier that day.

But Chu Junci, who was beside him, had already fallen asleep, his breathing long and steady, leaving him alone to suffer from insomnia.

"You slept soundly, on the other hand."

Gazing at Chu Junci's face through the moonlight, Mo Yan grew angrier the more he thought about it. Suddenly, he got up and bit Chu Junci's cheek. After receiving a muttered remark, he put on his outer robe and walked out of the hall.

He left the palace and went to a place he thought he would never set foot in again—Nanfeng Pavilion.

Standing at the door, he tilted his head slightly, with Wu Xu following behind him, his face full of unspoken words.

Fifteen minutes later, they sat in a private room on the second floor, where two young men were standing.

Mo Yan took out several silver ingots: "I have a few questions to ask you. If you answer them well, all this silver is yours."

One ingot of silver is worth fifty taels, and there are at least ten ingots here!

The two men stared wide-eyed. "Young master, please ask whatever you wish. We will answer to the best of our knowledge!"

"The first question is, if your partner says..."

He paused for a moment before saying, "What should we do if they say you have no skill whatsoever?"

"this……"

The two coughed. "No one has ever said that about us before."

"..."

Mo Yan's face darkened further.

"How can we improve this?"

Before meeting Aci, Mo Yan could be described as having a pure and desireless heart. No one could arouse his feelings for that kind of person, so he naturally had no experience.

After meeting Mo Ci, he wished he could stick to A Ci all the time, but A Ci was even more indifferent than him.

When two inexperienced people are put together, Mo Yan can only charge blindly, without any skill whatsoever...

"The first thing to do is to soothe your partner's feelings."

One of the young men said, "You need to let your partner relax, and then..."

He talked on and on, and Mo Yan listened attentively, occasionally asking a few questions, showing that he was very eager to learn.

Wu Xu stood behind him, completely numb.

He must be dreaming, otherwise how could he have witnessed such a bizarre scene?

What is his wise and mighty emperor doing?! ...

He hung his head, looking as if he had aged several years.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Yan obtained the answer he wanted and returned to the palace with Wu Xu.

As the two walked along the road, when they reached a street, Mo Yan's eyes suddenly turned sharp.

The next moment, several figures emerged from the shadows. "Mo Yan, today is your death day."

**

Qiyue Palace.

Chu Junci suddenly woke up with a start, his forehead covered in a layer of cold sweat.

He dreamt that Mo Yan was injured, and blood was flowing all over the ground, which could not be stopped no matter what he did.

After regaining his senses, he wiped away the sweat and looked to the side, but did not see Mo Yan.

Subconsciously, I touched the headboard; it was already ice-cold. Mo Yan had been gone for a long time.

He pursed his lips and lay back on the bed, unable to fall asleep again.

A strange feeling filled his heart; he clutched his chest, not understanding why he felt so suffocated.

He lay there for a long time, and in his dazed state, he smelled a strong stench of blood. Then he opened his eyes and saw Mo Yan.

He was standing at the head of the bed, staring at him without saying a word.

"ink……"

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Yan suddenly leaned down and kissed him.

"..."

The kiss was like a storm, and Chu Junci soon found himself breathless. He pushed against Mo Yan's chest, but his wrists were grabbed.

"Ink... um..."

Just before he was about to suffocate, Mo Yan finally released him.

Chu Junci, panting heavily, punched Mo Yan hard in the chest and abdomen: "Mo Yan, what's wrong with you now!"

The only response he received was a muffled groan from Mo Yan. Chu Junci was startled and looked down to see blood on the back of his hand.

Looking further ahead, Mo Yan's robes below the chest and abdomen were soaked with blood.

"Mo Yan..."

Chu Junci was momentarily at a loss: "You're injured?"

Mo Yan nodded, then gripped his wrist again: "Aci, are you scared?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid that if I die, there will be no more Mo Yan in the world."

"..."

Chu Junci stared at him, utterly bewildered by his train of thought: "What time is it to be talking about this? Where is Wu Xu? Why haven't you called the imperial physician?"

Mo Yan did not answer the question; the continuous blood loss caused his face to turn pale.

"Aci, if I die, you'll surely be happy, won't you? No one will force you to do things you don't like anymore."

"…ill."

Chu Junci shook off his hand. "Someone come here!"

The area outside Qiyue Palace was extremely quiet, with no one responding.

Chu Junci was taken aback. What was going on?

Blood stained the brocade quilt, and Chu Junci's heart raced. She hurriedly took a handkerchief and pressed it against Mo Yan's wound to stop the bleeding.

He pressed down very hard, perhaps out of a sense of venting his anger.

Mo Yan smiled and said, "It seems that Aci is reluctant to let me die."

"…Shut up."

"good……"

Mo Yan's voice sounded tired: "Aci, I'm so tired."

"Don't sleep."

Chu Junci patted his face: "Did you hear me?"

"I heard you."

Mo Yan lay on the bed, his eyes beginning to glaze over: "Aci, I really like you."

"..."

"The first time I saw you, you were lying in the snow, almost becoming one with it, but I still saw you in an instant."

"You might not believe it, but in that instant, I could no longer see anyone else."

"My Aci is beautiful, intelligent, and kind; there is no other like her in the world."

"But you don't like me."

At this point, Mo Yan's voice sounded somewhat dejected: "What would it take for you to like me?"

"First of all, stop your self-inflicted injury ruse," Chu Junci said coldly.

Mo Yan was taken aback, then chuckled softly: "My Aci is indeed clever; you saw through me again."