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

They took one of the paintings, closed the secret room, and soon disappeared into the night.

Two groups of people headed to the capital of Zhao Kingdom at the same time. On the way, news suddenly came from Yong Kingdom: Emperor Xiyuan Chu Ling had fallen ill from overwork and was bedridden. From now on, the affairs of state would be temporarily handled by Prince Chu Li.

When the news reached Zhao Kingdom, Mo Yan had just left the secret chamber.

The secret letter, along with a portrait, was placed on his desk. He stared at the portrait, feeling inexplicably nervous.

"Is this a portrait of Chu Ling?"

The spy nodded: "This was found by our subordinates in a secret room in the general's mansion."

"The General's Mansion?"

"Yes, it is said that Xie Yunzhou and Chu Ling have a close relationship and have even slept side by side."

They slept side by side.

These four words rolled across Mo Yan's lips as he slowly unfurled the portrait.

The moment he saw the portrait clearly, he scoffed and lost all interest in it: "Alright, what do you mean by sleeping side by side? I'm not interested."

"Let's go to Qiyue Palace."

He hadn't seen Aci for several days and missed him.

On the way to Qiyue Palace, he listened to Wu Xu's report on the situation over the past few days. When he heard that Chu Junci had poured out all the medicine, he laughed in anger.

"Invite Physician Liu here."

When they arrived at Qiyue Palace, Chu Junci was taking a nap. He was lying on the couch with his back to them.

"The Emperor has just fallen asleep," the eunuch reported.

"Um."

Mo Yan did not wake him up, but instead had someone prepare the medicine. Half an hour later, he brought the medicine to the bedside.

His gaze swept over Chu Junci's face, and Mo Yan chuckled as he called out to him, "Aci..."

Suddenly, he noticed the marks on his neck.

His expression suddenly changed drastically, and the medicine bowl in his hand fell to the ground, shattering into several pieces with a "crack".

"Mo Ci!"

He suddenly flew into a rage, and the eunuchs and palace maids in the hall hurriedly knelt down, pleading, "Your Majesty, please calm down."

"Get out of my sight!"

The commotion startled Chu Junci, who saw Mo Yan's angry face through the silk cloth.

He was completely bewildered: "What's wrong?"

"What else? Mo Ci, I've been gone for only a few days, and you dare... dare..."

Mo Yan stared intently at the red marks on Chu Junci's neck: "You dare betray me! Tell me, which wild man was it? I'll chop him down!"

Chu Junci remained silent, staring at him before uttering only one sentence: "Have you lost your memory? Or are you mentally ill?"

"You're still insulting me."

Mo Yan gritted his teeth: "Where did he kiss you?"

Jealousy clouded Mo Yan's judgment. He forgot that if there really was such a thing as a wild man, he wouldn't escape the eyes of the secret guards.

The red marks were particularly glaring, causing Mo Yan's composure, built up over the past twenty years, to crumble instantly. He yanked open Chu Junci's collar: "Where else did he kiss you?"

"Neck? Chest? Or **?"

The words became increasingly harsh, and Chu Junci also got angry: "If you've lost your memory, go see the imperial physician. Don't go crazy here."

"If I lose my memory, it's because of you!"

Mo Yan was furious. He stepped forward again and grabbed Chu Junci's clothes. With a "rip" sound, the robe was torn open.

Upon seeing the mark, his expression turned even more grim, and he finally grabbed Chu Junci's waist with both hands...

"hiss……"

Bitten again, Chu Junci gasped and swung his right hand away violently.

"Snapped!"

A handprint instantly appeared on Mo Yan's left cheek, and the hall fell completely silent.

This was the first time Mo Yan had been slapped in the face. He should have executed the person immediately, but it happened to be Chu Junci.

But it was Aci.

"Mo Ci, good, you're very good."

Imperial dignity caused Mo Yan to turn and leave. Just as he stepped out the door, he bumped into the late-arriving imperial physician, Liu. Physician Liu was stunned, and when he saw the handprint on Mo Yan's face, he trembled in fear: "Greetings, Your Majesty..."

Mo Yan glanced at him, walked straight past, and stopped after taking only two steps.

"How is his health?"

The identity of "he" is self-evident. After a moment's consideration, Physician Liu said, "He is much better now."

Having received the answer, Mo Yan did not linger. He walked to the Imperial Garden, where a cold wind blew by, which helped him regain some of his composure.

"During my days of recuperation, who has visited Qiyue Palace?"

"..."

Wu Xu was silent for a few seconds. He had good hearing and had overheard most of the argument between Mo Yan and Chu Junci, so he knew what Mo Yan had misunderstood.

He hadn't expected His Majesty to forget that incident, just as he hadn't expected His Majesty to suddenly appear that night.

After all, in the past, every time the poison took effect, His Majesty would stay quietly in the secret room until he regained his senses, but this time... he lost control.

"Are you mute?" Wu Xu didn't answer for a long time, and Mo Yan glanced at him sideways.

"Your Majesty, there is only one person."

"Who?"

"His Majesty."

"What?"

Mo Yan turned around abruptly: "Is it me?"

"Yes."

After explaining the whole story of that night, Wu Xu said in a low voice, "This servant didn't expect His Majesty to have forgotten, so I didn't mention it."

"..."

Mo Yan was stunned. So, he was the one who bit Aci?

Ignoring his own confusion about why he had forgotten, he strode toward Qiyue Palace, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Unexpectedly, after taking only a few steps, someone bumped into her from the front, and she almost fell into his arms.

Mo Yan dodged to the side, and after standing still, he heard the young man say, "Your Majesty, please forgive me."

Mo Yan ignored him and was about to leave when he heard the other person call him again.

The young man lowered his eyes, his expression shy: "Your Majesty saved Zicheng a month ago, and Zicheng has not yet expressed his gratitude..."

"Get out of here."

Mo Yan was in a hurry to return to Qiyue Palace: "Say one more word, and I will kill you."

"..."

Fan Zicheng's face turned pale, and he dared not say another word.

Reluctantly turning his body aside, he secretly raised his eyes and saw the slap mark on Mo Yan's face, and was stunned.

Who dares to be so bold? Could it be...?

Thinking of the "Chen Jun" he had never met, his heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself: No wonder His Majesty is so angry.

The mighty Emperor has been humiliated... I fear the so-called Emperor is about to become nothing but a skeleton!

Thinking of this, he smiled with pleasure and waited for the news that Mo Ci had been sentenced to death.

But after waiting for a long time, instead of seeing Mo Ci sentenced to death, he saw—

A stream of gifts was carried into Qiyue Palace, and Mo Yan gently coaxed, "Aci, I misunderstood."

"I have misunderstood you."

Chu Junci didn't want to see Mo Yan, so he simply closed his eyes and pretended to be blind. Since he could vaguely see light last time, his vision had recovered by more than half.

Apart from still being somewhat blurry, it's not much different from before.

"Aci".

Mo Yan held his hand and pressed it against his cheek: "Good Aci, good Aci, it was my fault."

"I shouldn't have forgotten what happened that night, and I certainly shouldn't have bitten you."

"Or...why don't you bite back?"

Seemingly finding the suggestion appealing, Mo Yan began to undress, as if he really wanted Chu Junci to bite him too.

"...Who's going to bite you...there!"

Chu Junci forcefully pulled his hand back, his face flushed with anger.

Seeing his adorable reaction, Mo Yan chuckled, "Then how about I punish you by applying the medicine myself?"