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

He banished the nightmare from his mind and stopped thinking about it.

Mo Yan held him as they sat at the table. A gentle breeze blew in from the window, and Chu Junci glanced to the side, just in time to see the swing and green plum blossoms in the courtyard.

Green plum blossom petals drifted down, swirled in the air, and then landed precisely on the swing.

This scene has a unique charm.

"Aci".

"Um."

Mo Yan called his name, but then remained silent. Chu Junci looked at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just called you."

Mo Yan was confirming that his Aci was still alive, confirming that the present days were not his dream or his fantasy, but reality.

Mo Yan rested his head on Chu Junci's shoulder, his arms around Chu Junci's waist. "Aci, I really love you."

Mo Yan doesn't have many favorite things, but once he likes something, it lasts a very long time.

"Sometimes I wonder if we met when we were little, Aci. The moment I saw you in the snow, I fell in love with you."

"Impossible to break free, beyond redemption."

Gently inhaling the fragrance of the person in his arms, Mo Yan closed his eyes and hugged him even tighter.

Thinking of something, he looked up and stared directly at Chu Junci's face: "Come to think of it, perhaps we really have met before."

"I visited the Yong Kingdom when I was eight years old to celebrate the birthday of the late Emperor of Yong."

"But later the poison took effect, causing me to forget that memory. However, it's not surprising that we met in the Yong Kingdom's palace."

After all, his identity as Aci is special; his father is Xie Yun, the God of War of Yong Kingdom.

Xie Yun's name is renowned, and he can be called an invincible war god.

When Mo Yan's father was alive, he had considered attacking Yong, but he could only hold back because Xie Yun was there.

Later, Mo Yan ascended the throne, Xie Yun passed away, and the Yong Kingdom lost its war god, resulting in a significant decline in national strength.

However, Mo Yan himself was suffering from the Gu poison. Although he wanted to help, he was powerless and could only delay and wait for the antidote.

Thinking of this, he squeezed Chu Junci's hand: "It's a pity that we both lost our memories, otherwise we would definitely know what happened back then."

"But that doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that you're here with me right now."

Mo Yan said a lot, and Chu Junci listened quietly, occasionally responding with a few words.

But I can't help but wonder: if Mo Yan went to Yong Kingdom when he was eight years old, then perhaps they really did meet.

That year, he was five years old, A-Li was two years old, and his father and father were still alive.

Father Emperor, Father...

Suddenly, his face turned pale.

He remembered.

There are secrets about him and A-Li, and about Xie Yunzhou that he hasn't explicitly told anyone.

Xie Yunzhou's words that day provided support, and he immediately understood why the other party wanted him to pretend to be sick or to faint.

Just because...

Chu Junci's right hand trembled slightly, and his gaze slid down a spot. He was so nervous that he didn't know what to do.

His mind raced with wild thoughts, his heart pounded, and he tried to reassure himself: it was all just his wild guesses.

The imperial physician also said that day that he was in good health and there was nothing wrong with him.

It seems he was just scaring himself.

Forcibly suppressing her fear, Chu Junci got up from Mo Yan's lap. "I want to take a walk by myself."

"Where to?"

"It's right here in the hall."

After saying that, he paced around the hall. Mo Yan, supporting himself with his hand, watched him and asked, "Why do you suddenly want to walk like this?"

"have no idea."

Chu Junci was not lying, and he didn't know why he did it.

I did it simply because I wanted to.

He walked around a few times, his gaze frequently drifting to his belt, his heart unable to find peace.

After walking five laps, he stopped. "Mo Yan, summon the imperial physician."

"The imperial physician?"

Mo Yan was startled and quickly came to his side, examining his body from head to toe: "Where do you feel unwell? What's wrong? Why did you summon the imperial physician?"

My chest hurts a little.

Upon hearing Chu Junci say that he had chest pain, Mo Yan was terrified: "I'll have someone fetch the imperial physician right now."

"Let Liu Ji come; he's been taking my pulse lately."

"OK."

Mo Yan had no objection. "Someone, go to the Imperial Hospital and invite Liu Ji here."

A quarter of an hour later, Liu Ji appeared in the Zichen Palace carrying a medicine chest: "Greetings, Your Majesty, Greetings, Empress."

"stand up."

Mo Yan's expression was displeased: "Your Majesty has a pain in your chest, quickly take a look and see what's wrong."

"Yes."

Liu Ji stepped forward, placed a silk handkerchief on Chu Junci's pulse, and then carefully examined it.

Standing before him, Chu Junci gazed at his face, closely observing his expression.

Fortunately, Liu Ji did not show any abnormality. After a while, he withdrew his hand and said, "Judging from the pulse, the Empress's health is not in any serious condition."

"Chest pain could be due to a wound healing or ingesting something you shouldn't have."

"Your Majesty, could you please show me today's meal served to the Empress?"

"allow."

Samples of the food consumed daily at Zichen Palace were kept, and after careful examination, Liu Ji found nothing that might irritate his wounds.

After a moment of contemplation, he spoke: "The Empress's wound is still in her heart. Even though it has almost healed, it will occasionally be aggravated and cause pain."

"I will prescribe a medicine for Your Majesty to take; I believe it should be fine."

"Is the Empress's health alright?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Liu Ji spoke with absolute certainty, and Mo Yan believed him somewhat. "Go and write the prescription."

"Yes."

Liu Ji withdrew, and Chu Junci watched his retreating figure, finally finding peace of mind.

He knew that Liu Ji liked him.

I knew that from the first time I saw Liu Ji.

He had seen that look in many people's eyes before. If today's outcome was unexpected, he would have hinted to Liu Ji to keep it a secret.

Fortunately, things didn't get to the worst point, otherwise...

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Half an hour later, the freshly brewed tonic was placed in front of him. He resignedly drank it, earning Mo Yan's praise: "Aci is so good."

Mo Yan thought he would have to persuade her again, but he didn't expect Aci to be so obedient today, and she drank the medicine without hesitation.

He kissed his wrist: "Aci, get well soon."

"Um."

The chest pain was something he made up. Chu Junci knew that his injury had almost healed, but Mo Yan still treated him like fragile glass.

That night, Mo Yan asked him, "Does your heart still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"That's good."

The next day, the first thing Mo Yan asked him after he woke up was, "Does your wound still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

In the evening, Mo Yan asked again, "Does it hurt?"

"..." Chu Junci shook his head.

Before going to sleep, Mo Yan asked again and again, "Aci, does your chest hurt?"

"..."

Chu Junci hadn't expected that his casually made-up excuse would make Mo Yan so anxious. He was silent for a moment, then said, "It really doesn't hurt anymore, don't worry."

"show me."

As he spoke, Mo Yan pulled open his undergarments; he needed to see it with his own eyes to feel at ease.

"..." Chu Junci did not refuse, let's just say he felt guilty.

With his undergarments wide open, Mo Yan could see the wound through the candlelight in front of the bed.

A hideous scar ran across his fair, jade-like skin. He pursed his lips, his fingertips trembling slightly.

"Aci..."

Even though it wasn't the first time he had seen this wound, Mo Yan felt a pang of heartache every time he saw it.

Imagining Aci plunging the dagger into his heart, he felt increasingly guilty and pity.