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

He sighed, his vision starting to go black after losing too much blood.

He lost the strength to speak, and gradually stopped speaking altogether.

Chu Junci continued to press on his wound, but for some reason, the bleeding just wouldn't stop.

He began to panic: "Mo Yan? Quickly send your men to fetch the imperial physician!"

"Um……"

Mo Yan unconsciously responded with a reply, then closed his eyes tightly.

"Mo Yan, Mo Yan?"

Chu Junci shook him and pulled a key from his arms, which matched the chain on his ankle perfectly.

In that instant, he understood everything.

"...I think you're really sick." Chu Junci gritted her teeth, wishing she could just strangle him.

"Someone come here!"

He called out several times, but no one responded. Perhaps the people from Qiyue Palace had all been sent away by Mo Yan.

He was forcing him to make a choice.

The stench of blood grew stronger. Without further hesitation, Chu Junci picked up the key, unlocked the chains on his feet, and ran out.

There was no one outside the hall. He stood at the door, cursed Mo Yan under his breath, and then ran towards the Imperial Hospital.

Unbeknownst to him, several pairs of eyes were watching his every move closely from the shadows. When they discovered that he had gone to the Imperial Hospital, they suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Inside the Imperial Hospital, Physician Liu paced back and forth, his hands clenched tightly, glancing at the entrance countless times, thinking to himself: Why isn't he here yet?

"Imperial Physician!"

Chu Junci ran very fast, his cheeks flushed red. Fortunately, his wounds had healed completely after being treated with medicine, otherwise he really wouldn't have been able to run.

Stepping into the Imperial Hospital, he called out again, "Imperial Physician! Mo Yan, he..."

Upon hearing Chu Junci's voice, Physician Liu, who was inside the room, let out a heavy sigh and quickly picked up his medicine chest: "Your Highness! Let's go!"

"..."

Chu Junci paused, before he could finish speaking.

Following Physician Liu back to Qiyue Palace, he saw Physician Liu cut open Mo Yan's robes, revealing his gaping wounds.

No wonder the bleeding wouldn't stop; the wound was too deep.

He nervously clenched his fists, and then saw the imperial physician skillfully take out herbs and press them onto Mo Yan's wound. After a while, the bleeding finally stopped.

The imperial physician then treated him, applied medicine, and bandaged him, his movements fluid and efficient, clearly indicating that he had been prepared in advance.

Ha ha.

Chu Junci sneered inwardly.

A short while later, Physician Liu wiped his sweat and said, "It's done."

"Your Majesty need not worry, His Majesty is not in any danger."

"It's just that there's been too much bleeding and the wound is too deep. He may have a fever and sweating tonight. Please take good care of His Majesty, Lord Chen."

"If he has a fever, let him die."

"..."

The words caught in his throat, and Doctor Liu forced a smile, pretending he hadn't heard them.

He silently packed his medicine box, then bowed and said, "This humble subject takes his leave."

After the imperial physician left, Chu Junci stood by the bed staring at Mo Yan, then turned away, choosing to ignore him.

He sat by the window and brewed himself a pot of tea.

The aroma of tea wafted through the air; he gently blew on it and took a small sip.

He had many questions that remained unanswered and wanted to ask Mo Yansu after he woke up.

Before long, dawn broke through the darkness, the sky turned a pale white, and it was daylight.

The eunuchs and maids who served at Qiyue Palace finally appeared. They cleaned up the bloodstains on the bed and then quietly left.

Lu Shu approached Chu Junci: "Would Your Highness like to have breakfast?"

"Um."

He sat down at the table and asked him, "Where did you go last night?"

Lu Shu did not answer immediately, but carefully looked around before whispering, "Replying to Your Highness, it was His Majesty who ordered us to leave."

really.

With his guess confirmed, Chu Junci glanced at Mo Yan and said, "I understand. You may leave."

After finishing his breakfast, he returned to the bedside and looked down at Mo Yan.

Mo Yan's lips were pale, but his cheeks were flushed with an unnatural red. Remembering the imperial physician's words, he leaned down and touched his forehead, which was a little hot.

"Someone come here."

"Your Highness." A palace maid immediately entered.

"Mo Yan has a fever, please take good care of him."

To everyone's surprise, the palace maid knelt down, trembling, and pleaded, "Your Highness, please spare this servant!"

"?"

"His Majesty has decreed that only Prince Chen may touch him..."

She lowered her head and explained, "If any of us servants accidentally touch His Majesty, he will... he will beat us to death with sticks."

"..."

Chu Junci considered himself a calm and composed person, but ever since he met Mo Yan, all his calmness and composure have vanished!

He took a deep breath and stopped making things difficult for the palace maid: "Go."

"Thank you, Lord Chen."

The young palace maid left with tears of gratitude. Chu Junci stood by the bed, wrung out a silk handkerchief, and placed it on Mo Yan's forehead.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the gold chain at the foot of the bed. After a moment of contemplation, he handcuffed it to Mo Yan.

With a "click," Chu Junci hid the key in his pocket.

As evening fell, Mo Yan slowly woke up and immediately looked for Chu Junci.

He saw him at the desk by the window.

"Aci".

His voice was slightly hoarse, and Mo Yan moved, causing the chains on his ankles to clang.

He glanced sideways, and when he saw the chain, he raised an eyebrow in surprise: "What's this?"

"I just wanted you to experience this feeling too."

"So, did Aci put this on me?"

He seemed somewhat pleased: "I quite like it."

"To tell you the truth, Aci saved me, and Aci couldn't bear to see me die."

Chu Junci didn't want to waste any more time arguing with him. He poured himself a cup of tea and asked, "So what exactly happened? How did you suddenly get injured?"

Mentioning this, Mo Yan's smile faded slightly: "We encountered several assassins outside the palace."

"Outside the palace? What are you doing outside the palace?"

Mo Yan gave him a deep look, his eyes filled with emotion: "You'll find out later."

Mo Yan was acting mysteriously, and Chu Junci frowned: "Your martial arts are not bad, how could a few assassins injure you like this?"

"They have a portrait of you."

"What?"

"They were holding your portrait, and I got distracted, so..."

The Chu Junci in the painting was a version of himself he had never seen before, dressed in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse, full of vigor and high spirits.

"If only I had met Aci sooner."

"Who is the assassin? How come there is a portrait of me?" Chu Junci asked, puzzled.

"The reason is still unknown; Wu Xu went to investigate."

"All right."

As the two were talking, a furtive figure arrived at the back gate of the Right Prime Minister's residence. He was wearing a cloak and knocked three times rhythmically.

The back door opened, and the butler led him into the courtyard: "The master is waiting for you."

"Um."

The man's voice was terribly hoarse. "Sir, you've seen the portrait, haven't you?"

"certainly."

"it is good."

Pushing open a door, he finally saw the Right Chancellor sitting inside—Zhou He.

"grown ups."

He stopped in the center, removed his cloak, revealing a face covered in scars.

"I'm back."

Zhou He drank a cup of tea, and his features bore a striking resemblance to Mo Yan.

"Your subordinate has lived up to the Prime Minister's expectations, bringing back a person, a painting, and a message."

"The Prime Minister has already seen the portrait. As for the remaining person, I have settled him in an inn."

"You did a great job. Are you thirsty? Have a cup of tea."

Zhou He offered him a cup of tea, and after thanking him, the man took a few sips: "The Prime Minister's skills are still as good as ever."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Zhou He chuckled a few times, then his face darkened: "Now let's talk about that news."

"Yes."

The man nodded: "During this trip, I discovered the true identity of the Emperor Chen in the palace."