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

"Aci?"

He put down his vermilion pen and quickly stood up, taking Chu Junci's arm for support: "What's wrong?"

Chu Junci clutched her chest, tears welling in her eyes: "I feel a little unwell."

"Quickly summon the imperial physician!"

Feng Wenhan was left standing to the side, his brows furrowed: "Your Majesty..."

"Shut up."

Mo Yan glanced back at him and said, "I am not feeling well today, Prime Minister, you should go back first."

"Your Majesty..."

He wanted to say more, but after meeting Mo Yan's terrifying gaze, he could only shut his lips in frustration, sighed deeply, and left.

Not long after he left, the imperial physician appeared; it turned out to be Liu Ji, the disciple of the previous imperial physician Liu.

"Greetings, Your Majesty; greetings, Prince Chen."

He quickly bowed and explained, "Master caught a cold and took a few days off."

"Come over here and let Aci take a look."

"Yes."

He approached the two men carrying a medicine box and took out a handkerchief: "Please extend your hand, Lord Chen."

Chu Junci stretched out his hand, covered his wrist with a brocade handkerchief, and Liu Ji lowered his eyes to carefully take his pulse.

After a while, he withdrew his hand: "Your Highness has caught a cold. I will prescribe a medicine, and you will recover after taking two doses."

"A cold?"

Mo Yan held Chu Junci's other hand, "Is there anything else wrong with Chenjun's health?"

"Your Majesty is in good health. Your pulse is strong and your complexion is rosy. You must have caught a cold yesterday. Your Majesty need not worry."

Liu Ji explained, putting the handkerchief back into his medicine box.

"Okay, go and brew the medicine."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I shall take my leave."

Stepping out of the imperial study and into a secluded place, Liu Ji suddenly opened his medicine chest and took out a clean brocade handkerchief.

The spotless brocade handkerchief seemed to have absorbed the fragrance of lotus flowers, and as if possessed, Liu Ji lowered his head and sniffed it.

"Doctor Liu."

A shout from behind startled him, and he hurriedly stuffed the handkerchief into his bosom.

"Why are you so nervous?"

The guard smiled, and Liu Ji breathed a sigh of relief: "It's you."

Previously, the guard had fallen seriously ill, and it was Liu Ji who saved him. Over time, the two became acquainted.

"I just finished my shift, what are you doing standing here?" the guard asked curiously.

"I just examined Prince Chen and am now preparing to return to the Imperial Hospital."

"So that's how it is."

The guard nodded: "Then you go ahead with your work, I'll head back to my post too."

"Um."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Liu Ji walked step by step through the snow back to the Imperial Hospital, his emotions still unsettled.

He thought he must be crazy, otherwise why would he dream of him every day ever since he saw him that time?

His status was clearly unapproachable... and he was not someone the man could even covet.

The handkerchief he was carrying seemed to be burning hot. He hesitated for a moment, then took it out again.

The lotus fragrance had faded, and a look of disappointment flashed across Liu Ji's eyes. He gritted his teeth and threw the handkerchief into the charcoal brazier.

The handkerchief was instantly licked by the flames in the charcoal brazier. Liu Ji watched the flames, but at the last moment, he picked it up again...

One corner of the handkerchief was blackened by the charcoal fire. He sighed and put the handkerchief back in its place.

In the imperial study on the other side, Chu Junci swallowed a bowl of medicine with difficulty, and then ate a candied fruit.

Mo Yan gently rubbed his stomach: "Are you still feeling unwell?"

Chu Junci shook his head.

The sweetness of the candied fruit completely dispelled the bitterness of the medicine. After he finished eating it, he picked up another piece and put it in his mouth.

"Is it sweet?" Mo Yan asked him.

"Um."

"I was too disruptive yesterday and didn't notice that you caught a cold."

Fortunately, there was nothing seriously wrong, otherwise...

"You're not allowed to touch me anymore." Chu Junci glanced at him.

"That won't work."

Mo Yan hugged him: "I will take care to keep you warm in the future."

Having tasted the sweetness of meat for the first time, the king stripped the man naked and admired him closely by the candlelight in front of his bed.

He was so engrossed in watching that his beloved Aci caught a cold.

"I will leave you a few robes in the future, and I won't..."

"Shut up."

With his lips covered, Mo Yan raised an eyebrow and kissed Chu Junci's palm.

His palms became damp, and Chu Junci quickly withdrew his hand, wiping it with Mo Yan's dragon robe: "Mo Yan, you're just a... scoundrel."

"Yes, I am a scoundrel."

"However, I still prefer to hear you call me husband."

Recalling the words "husband" that had escaped Aci's lips last night, Mo Yan's eyes darkened, and he stroked the corner of Aci's eye: "Good Aci, call me husband again."

"I'll give you anything, my husband."

"..."

Chu Junci slapped his hand away and sat down on the other side, a little further away from him.

Mo Yan smiled and didn't press the matter further. Instead, he took the Xuan paper and brush and walked towards him.

"Does Aci know my courtesy name?"

Despite knowing each other for so long, he seemed to have never told Mo Ci about his handwriting.

Chu Junci didn't know and wasn't interested, but Mo Yan insisted on telling him.

With a brush in his hand, Mo Yan guided him to write the two characters "Jing Chen" stroke by stroke on the paper.

"My name is Yan, courtesy name Jingchen. Has Aci remembered it?"

Mo Yan's calligraphy was grand and powerful, like dragons and phoenixes flying. He wrote it several more times with Chu Junci, then propped his head up and said, "Let me see what Aci has written."

"..."

Seeing that Mo Yan really treated him like a child who couldn't even write, Chu Junci held a brush and wrote the two characters "Jingchen" on the side.

Unlike Mo Yan, his calligraphy was much more elegant, and he was as quiet as he was.

"Aci's handwriting is so beautiful."

Playing with Chu Junci's free hand with his right, he asked, "What is A-Ci's courtesy name?"

"I have no idea."

After confirming what was going on, Mo Yan chuckled, "It's alright. If I can give you a name, I can give you a courtesy name too."

"You are probably a little younger than me. I will hold a coming-of-age ceremony for you after spring."

"But I need to think carefully about your handwriting."

His words deserve the best in the world.

"No need," Chu Junci refused.

He had a feeling that it wouldn't be long before he could fully recover his memories.

Fragmented memories flashed through his mind; he was just one last opportunity to piece them all together.

Even though he wasn't entirely sure what the timing would be or when it would arrive, he always believed that day wouldn't be too far off.

"Aci always rejects my suggestions."

He pressed Chu Junci's slightly cold hands into his robes and pulled him into his arms again, saying, "Aci's hands are so cold."

"I'll warm you up."

There was a charcoal brazier in the hall, so it wouldn't be cold no matter what. Mo Yan even acted as if he was doing it for Chu Junci's own good. Chu Junci withdrew his hand: "That minister just now asked you to hold a selection of candidates."

"I don't need to hold a selection of concubines; serving you alone is enough."

"..."

"Do you want me to hold a talent show?"

His tone turned dangerous as Mo Yan stared at Chu Junci's face. "Good A-Ci, answer me, what are you thinking?"

"You are the emperor; it is only natural for you to select candidates for the imperial concubine selection."

Chu Junci turned his head away, avoiding eye contact with him.

He thought that if he were the emperor, he would also marry an empress and have a prince.

"Oh."

Mo Yan was amused and said, "You're the first concubine to advise the emperor to select consorts. How virtuous you are."

"..."

Chu Junci pursed his lips and did not answer.