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

The head of the Imperial Medical Academy arrived quickly. He was an elderly man with gray hair. Upon seeing the two men's posture, he quickly lowered his eyes and dared not look any further.

"Show him," Mo Yan said softly.

"Yes."

Dean Liu carefully stepped forward, took the pulse, and said, "Young master injured his head, which led to blindness and amnesia. He can recover by taking some medicine to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis."

His explanation matched that of the accompanying physician, and Mo Yan nodded: "Can he recover before New Year's Eve?"

With less than a month until Chinese New Year's Eve, Dean Liu pondered for a moment before saying, "His vision might be restored before New Year's Eve, but his memory..."

"It may take some more time."

"understood."

After receiving Dean Liu's reply, Mo Yan waved his hand and said, "Go down."

After the imperial physician left, Mo Yan buried his head in Chu Junci's arms and said, "It smells so good."

"..."

Chu Junci had a faint lotus fragrance about him, and whenever he smelled this scent, Mo Yan's irritability would be greatly suppressed.

"Aci..." He kissed the boy's face affectionately, while his right hand gradually became restless.

Chu Junci hurriedly left his embrace, his eyes, hidden beneath the white silk cloth, were already red-rimmed. He bit his lower lip: "No."

Although he had lost his memory, he always felt that he shouldn't just be a male concubine...

Who is he?

"no?"

Mo Yan looked displeased, his gaze sweeping over Chu Junci's face: "Mo Ci, in all these years, you are the first person to frequently refuse me."

Everyone else was eager to get into his bed, but only the person he had his eye on avoided him at all costs.

"Aci, I'll give you time, but don't keep me waiting too long. I don't have much patience."

After saying this, he strode away from Qiyue Palace and instructed Wu Xu: "Have the guards keep a close watch and report back immediately if there are any developments."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Wu Xu was his chief eunuch and also managed his secret guards.

He followed behind Mo Yan and said, "Your Majesty, news has come from Yong Kingdom that their emperor seems to have disappeared."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yan stopped and raised an eyebrow slightly: "Oh?"

"It's gone?"

"Yes."

Wu Xu nodded: "Although Chu Li kept it a secret, our people still noticed something was wrong."

"The current emperor of Yong Kingdom is most likely just a stand-in, and the real Chu Ling is probably nowhere to be found."

As is widely known, the emperor of Yong Kingdom was surnamed Chu and named Ling, but few people know his courtesy name was Junci.

"Go investigate again and find out where Chu Ling went."

The world is now divided in two, with both Yong and Zhao wanting to devour the other, but the two current rulers are no ordinary people.

Although the two had never met, in Mo Yan's heart, only Chu Ling was qualified to be his opponent.

As for Chu Ling's younger brother, Chu Li, he's nothing but a good-for-nothing and nothing to be afraid of.

Not long after he left Qiyue Palace, a figure swaggered in, looking like he had no good intentions.

"Your Highness, Ninth Prince."

The guard stopped him, thinking to himself: Why is this ancestor here?

"Um."

The visitor looked up and said, "I heard that my royal brother brought back a man, so I came to see for myself."

The guard chuckled, "Your Highness, it's not that I'm preventing you from entering, but His Majesty has ordered that no one, except him, is allowed to disturb the Emperor's rest."

"Chen Jun?"

"Yes, His Majesty has already decreed that Young Master Mo Ci be granted the title of Prince Chen."

"And his surname is Mo?!"

Mo Chengyu was shocked. Where did this wild man come from, that he could bewitch her brother like this?

His curiosity was even stronger, so he couldn't help but tiptoe to peek inside, but he didn't see anything.

Remembering his friend's instructions, he steeled himself and pushed past the guards: "Get out of my way, Your Highness."

He and his elder brother were born of the same mother. Even if his elder brother was angry, he wouldn't kill him, would he?

Thinking of this, he became even bolder, barging into the hall and shouting, "This prince wants to see what kind of little vixen has bewitched my imperial brother..."

Before he could finish speaking, he froze.

A person stood by the window, their eyes covered with a silk cloth. They were slender and tall, and their exposed skin was like jade.

Her lips were rosy and full, her nose was high and straight, and even her hair seemed to be glowing.

"..."

He was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses, his voice stammering, "You...you...you are Mo Ci?"

"Who are you?" Chu Junci turned to his side, his voice filled with doubt.

The voice was clear and cool, and to Mo Chengyu's ears, it sounded even more beautiful than the musical instruments in his mansion...

He felt inexplicably nervous and moved more gently, as if afraid of disturbing the other person.

"I……"

Mo Chengyu licked his lips, completely forgetting his friend's request. "This...this prince just came to take a look."

"oh."

Chu Junci didn't ask any more questions, but suddenly coughed a few times. Mo Chengyu stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong?"

Chu Junci shook his head: "I'm just a little thirsty."

"Thirsty?"

Mo Chengyu looked around, quickly poured him a glass of water, and handed it to him: "Here you go."

"Thanks."

Chu Junci took the drink and drank a few sips, his lips glistening with moisture.

"You're welcome."

Mo Chengyu blushed. He scratched the back of his head, about to say something, when he suddenly heard Wu Xu's voice: "Ninth Prince."

His body stiffened, and he thought to himself: It's over.

Wu Xu's appearance indicates that the Emperor knew he had come to Qiyue Palace.

He turned around stiffly, forcing a bitter smile: "Eunuch Wu."

As expected, Wu Xu nodded to him: "Ninth Prince, His Majesty requests your presence."

"…oh."

He was dejected, already feeling intimidated even before seeing Mo Yan.

Arriving outside the imperial study, he pressed his knee against the door and cautiously peeked out: "Your Majesty, did you want to see me?"

"Get in here."

"oh."

He tiptoed into the imperial study, but his elder brother remained silent. Mo Chengyu's heart was pounding, and his sleeves were creased with anxiety.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Yan finally spoke: "What are we going to Qiyue Palace for?"

"I heard that Your Majesty brought someone back, so I went to see out of curiosity," Mo Chengyu said, his voice growing softer and softer, filled with guilt.

"Did you figure anything out?"

"He's so handsome."

"?"

Mo Yan narrowed his eyes. "What did you say?"

Realizing that Mo Yan had misunderstood, Mo Chengyu hurriedly explained, "I said that my sister-in-law is really beautiful and a perfect match for my brother."

The words "sister-in-law" and "well-matched" pleased Mo Yan, and even his expression towards Mo Chengyu softened a bit: "Do you even need to tell me that?"

"Hehe." Mo Chengyu chuckled, but then his face turned a deep purplish-red with worry after remembering his friend's request.

He tentatively looked up, licking his dry lips: "Does Your Majesty still remember Zicheng?"

"..." Mo Yan glanced at him, his gaze indifferent.

Mo Chengyu pretended not to see it: "Zicheng was my study companion when he was young. He went to the countryside a few years ago and only returned to the capital last month."

"The day he returned to the capital happened to be the day his elder brother left the city..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Yan waved his hand: "Is there anything else?"

"No... I'll leave right away!"

Shortly after Mo Chengyu left, Mo Yan ordered: "The number of guards outside Qiyue Palace will be doubled. Anyone who dares to trespass again will be killed without exception."

"yes!"

Nothing happened after that, and before we knew it, it was getting dark.

Mo Yan rubbed his neck, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw an old Taoist priest in white robes appear: "Your Majesty."

The visitor was the Imperial Preceptor and Director of the Imperial Observatory, skilled in divination.

"Um."

"It seems His Majesty did not find the Snow Lotus during the trip to Snowfall Cliff."

"When I arrived, there was no trace of snow lotus on the mountaintop."

"But I heard that Your Majesty found a man at the foot of the mountain who smelled of lotus flowers."

"..."

Mo Yan remained silent, his gaze turning dangerous.

But the Imperial Advisor seemed not to notice and continued, "Without the snow lotus, the poison in Your Majesty's body cannot be neutralized, and the pills I have refined will eventually become ineffective."

"At that time, His Majesty will become a madman without any reason. He will not only fail to unify the world, but his life will also be in danger."

Mo Yan was poisoned by a Gu poison when he was young, and it has been more than ten years since then, but it has not been cured.

Fortunately, in recent years, the imperial advisor has been refining elixirs, reducing the frequency of poisoning attacks to twice a year.

The last time he suffered a flare-up was six months ago, which means he will have another attack soon.

"What are you going to do?"

"Kill Mo Ci and take his heart." The Imperial Advisor said coldly.