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

While Mo Yan was deep in thought, at the residence of Left Prime Minister Feng Wenhan, Feng Yao, who had been indulging in debauchery, returned home with a letter.

"grandfather."

Feng Yao, reeking of rouge, had a dazed look in his eyes. "The people from the Right Prime Minister's residence asked me to deliver this letter to my grandfather."

"You brat, what are you doing mingling with the people from the Right Prime Minister's residence?!"

Looking at his good-for-nothing grandson, Feng Wenhan flicked his sleeves, wishing he could put him back in his mother's womb and remake him.

"My grandson was just drinking with them, he didn't do anything."

With that, Feng Yao let out a burp, placed the letter on the table, and turned to leave: "Grandfather, I'm going back to rest."

"you!"

Feng Wenhan shook his head. With such a grandson, the Feng family is in grave danger!

His only son died young, leaving behind only his son Feng Yao, who was spoiled since childhood and became arrogant and ignorant. Feng Wenhan wanted to discipline him but didn't know where to start.

He sighed, opened the envelope, and saw that the handwriting was familiar; it was written by Right Chancellor Zhou He himself.

He read quickly, his face growing increasingly grim.

He slammed the envelope down on the table and sneered, "You're still up to no good."

As the Prime Minister of the Great Zhao Dynasty, although he was dissatisfied with His Majesty's decision to appoint an Empress, he would never become a traitor.

Unfortunately……

He looked in the direction Feng Yao had left. The letter said that if he dared to tell His Majesty the contents of the letter, Feng Yao would only face death.

Zhou He, after all, held military power, so killing a纨绔 (a spoiled, dissolute young man) without anyone noticing was a piece of cake for him.

"Sigh." After thinking for a long time, he threw the letter into the charcoal brazier.

Two days later.

In the Imperial Garden, Chu Junci held a kite string in his hand. As the string was pulled loosely and then tightened, the phoenix-shaped kite flew very high.

Mo Yan stood behind him, occasionally stepping forward to hold his hand and put it down together.

A moment later, a not-so-unfamiliar voice drifted over: "Royal brother, sister-in-law."

It turned out to be Mo Chengyu.

He went to the palace today to visit the Empress Dowager, accompanied by two servants.

"Um."

Mo Yan responded indifferently, not paying attention to the person beside him, until he caught a faint scent.

Unlike the lotus scent that Ah Ci loved, that other smell was unpleasant to smell.

Following the scent, he saw the servant standing behind Mo Chengyu.

The other person had been looking down, but after feeling his gaze, they raised their eyes slightly, revealing a pair of "pitiful" eyes.

Mo Yan narrowed his eyes. "Mo Chengyu, who is he?"

"Replying to Your Majesty, this is a servant boy that my uncle sent to my residence a few days ago. He is handsome and has a pleasant voice."

As everyone knows, Mo Chengyu enjoys admiring beautiful women and cherishes them. Even if they do nothing, he is happy as long as he can see the face of a beautiful woman.

"Of course, the most handsome man in Zhao Kingdom is none other than my sister-in-law. She is the most handsome man I have ever seen besides my brother. She and my brother are a match made in heaven."

Mo Chengyu flattered Chu Junci, glancing at him before quickly lowering his eyes, not daring to look any longer.

"Do you need to tell me?"

Mo Yan snorted coldly, "My Aci is of course the most beautiful in the world."

Chu Junci, standing to the side, remained silent.

Feeling a little embarrassed by the brothers' praise, Chu Junci tugged at Mo Yan's sleeve and said, "Stop talking."

"What I and Mo Chengyu said is the truth, why can't we say it?"

"Yes, yes, my sister-in-law deserves the title of the most beautiful woman in the world."

"You think so too?"

"..."

Seeing that the two were still continuing, Chu Junci silently put away the kite string and walked to a pavilion not far away to sit down.

Mo Yan quickly chased after him: "What's wrong? Are you angry?"

"…No."

"Aren't you going to fly kites anymore?"

"I'll put them out later, I'm a little tired."

Hearing that he was tired, Mo Yan massaged his shoulders. "Was it last night...?"

"no."

Fearing that Mo Yan might say something outrageous, Chu Junci quickly interrupted him: "Shut up, you're not allowed to say another word."

"oh."

The conversation reached Mo Chengyu's ears. He clicked his tongue and didn't disturb him further: "Your Majesty, I've gone to visit Mother."

In response, Mo Yan waved his hand with his back to him. Mo Chengyu didn't care and left with two servants.

The three quickly arrived at Fu'an Palace. A squad of Imperial Guards stood guard outside the palace and opened the palace gates upon seeing them.

"Mother, your son has come to see you."

"Yu'er, you've finally arrived!"

The mother and son had endless things to talk about upon meeting. The Imperial Guards remained outside the door. After some time, Mo Chengyu reappeared.

A servant followed behind him, and the guard asked, "Where is the other person?"

"The Empress Dowager took a liking to him and kept him."

"But His Majesty has ordered that no outsiders are allowed to linger in Fu'an Palace."

"How dare you! I am the Emperor's elder brother's younger brother, and the Empress Dowager is his biological mother. Who do you think you are, trying to use your status as the Emperor to intimidate me?"

"Your subordinate dares not."

"You'd better not dare."

Mo Chengyu left in a huff, and the guard hesitated for a moment before sending the news to the Imperial Study.

At that moment, Mo Yan was holding Chu Junci's hand while painting. Upon hearing this, he simply said, "I understand."

After Wu Xu left, Chu Junci looked at Mo Yan's profile and asked, "Was there something wrong with that servant?"

"He had an unpleasant odor."

"smell?"

"right."

Mo Yan looked at him as well, stealing a kiss on his cheek: "A scent I can't quite describe."

"Why can't I smell it?"

"I don't know either, but..."

Mo Yan put down his brush, pressed Chu Junci onto the table, then leaned down and gently sniffed his neck: "I like the scent on Aci."

Every time he smelled it, he couldn't control himself.

"Aci, Aci..."

Mo Yan pecked at his cheek, his hands gradually becoming restless, but Chu Junci grabbed his hand and shook it off: "No."

"Then let me kiss Aci."

He held him as they sat down on the chair, their eyes meeting. Mo Yan held his hand and wrapped his other arm around his waist.

Mo Yan slowly leaned closer, his breath spraying onto Chu Junci's face. Chu Junci turned to dodge, but Mo Yan pulled him back: "Don't dodge."

The sunlight outside the hall was just right, and the soft light shone into the hall, casting two shadows on the ground. They were very close together, and their breathing became a little rapid.

After a long while, Mo Yan released him and wiped his lips with his fingertip: "Aci, something big may happen in the palace in a few days. Don't be afraid, I will have people protect you."

Mo Yan's voice was serious, and Chu Junci subconsciously curled her fingertips: "What is it?"

"Perhaps someone is planning a rebellion."

He spoke casually, but Chu Junci's pupils dilated slightly: "Rebellion?"

"Um."

Mo Yan nestled his head against Chu Junci's chest, holding him tightly: "This force has existed since I ascended the throne. In the past two years, they have become increasingly weak. If we don't take action now, we will have no chance left."

"Therefore, I will give them a chance."