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

"Only you can pass on this message for me."

"..."

"Come forward," Mo Yan said again.

Imperial Physician Lin sighed and slowly stepped forward, "Your Majesty of Zhao Kingdom..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Yan suddenly stood up and slashed at the back of his neck.

"Ugh..." The imperial physician groaned and then collapsed to the ground.

At the same time, Mo Yan's gaze swept towards the roof, meeting the eyes of the guards.

Bodyguard: "..."

The two stared at each other for a moment, and Mo Yan flicked his right hand, throwing out a black chess piece.

The chess piece arced through the air before striking the guard's pressure point with pinpoint accuracy. He groaned and suddenly lost consciousness.

Fifteen minutes later.

Physician Lin left with his medicine chest and headed towards the Imperial Hospital.

He walked slowly, his gaze occasionally sweeping over the palace buildings, as if searching for something.

Finally, he asked a young apprentice in the Imperial Medical Academy, "Have you seen Physician Xue?"

"Dr. Xue?"

The young apprentice replied, "I haven't seen the divine physician today; he's probably still at Changning Pavilion."

"Changning Pavilion..."

Having obtained the answer he wanted, Physician Lin put down his medicine box and soon disappeared from the sight of the young apprentice.

Another quarter of an hour later, a person stood outside Changning Pavilion.

Looking up at the two characters "Changning" on the plaque, "Imperial Physician Lin" stepped in a moment later and saw a man over fifty years old in the courtyard.

The man was facing away from him. The moment Mo Yan saw the man's face clearly, his fingertips curled slightly, and he called out, "Senior Brother."

"have not seen you for a long time."

Xue Wu froze completely, slowly turned around, and saw a strange man.

But soon, he realized something: "...Your Majesty."

"No need for such formalities."

Mo Yan didn't have much time, so he skipped the formalities and asked directly, "Is Aci's health being treated by Senior Brother now?"

"Um."

"How is his health?"

"Good. His Majesty is in good health."

"Then is he...?"

With his gaze fixed on Xue Wu, Mo Yan observed his expression and hinted, "I have a close relationship with Aci."

"If anything unusual happens to his body, it must be related to me."

He stared at Xue Wu, but Xue Wu didn't look at him. Instead, she slowly lowered her eyes and said, "Your Majesty is in good health."

"..."

Xue Wu's reaction seemed to say something, yet it also seemed to say nothing at all, but Mo Yan had already drawn a conclusion.

His heart was pounding. He didn't have time to say anything. He strode away from Changning Pavilion and headed towards Qianhe Palace.

He started walking briskly, then jogged, and finally used his lightness skill, completely abandoning the idea of ​​"concealing his identity".

His mind was filled with only one thing—

Aci was lying to him; after noticing something was wrong, Aci didn't...

Perhaps Aci wasn't entirely without affection for him.

The thought flashed through Mo Yan's mind, and he was excited, wishing he could see the other person immediately.

The not-too-distant distance seemed exceptionally long at this moment, and he imagined what he should say when he saw Aci.

Ah Ci must have been working very hard during this time. When he sees him, he must massage his waist, rub his shoulders and back, and take good care of him.

Secondly, he wanted to learn medicine from his senior brother, and finally, he wanted to...

He thought about many things and unknowingly arrived outside the Qianhe Hall.

Standing at the palace gate, he straightened his imperial physician's robes and said to the guards at the gate, "I request an audience with His Majesty."

One of them went in to report back, and soon reappeared: "Go in."

Bypassing the guards, Mo Yan stepped into the Qianhe Hall and immediately saw Chu Junci sitting at his desk.

Today, Aci wore a light blue robe, her hair was half-tied up and lightly held in place by a jade hairpin, and wisps of hair at her temples swayed gently in the wind.

Holding a vermilion pen, he heard the sound and asked softly, "What brings you to see me?"

There were only three people in the hall. Besides them, there was a young eunuch who was grinding ink on the side.

Mo Yan stepped forward and looked at Chu Junci's face: "Aci."

"..."

Chu Junci froze as he reviewed the memorials, leaving ink marks on them. He looked up and saw "Imperial Physician Lin".

"...Baiyang, get off."

"Yes."

Bai Yang didn't say anything, turned around and left. After stepping out of the palace gate, he silently walked a little further away.

Only the two of them remained in the room, and neither of them spoke.

A moment later, Mo Yan removed his mask and stepped forward again: "Aci, it's me."

"...Why are you here?" Putting down his vermilion brush, Chu Junci straightened his robes.

I want to see you.

"Aci, I miss you so much."

Taking another step forward, Mo Yan stood before the table: "Aci, please don't be angry with me anymore, okay?"

"I'm not angry."

I don't believe it.

"..."

"If you weren't angry, why would you say those things to me? You call me an ally, and you say you don't like me..."

Mentioning these things, Mo Yan's voice lowered slightly, but then became agitated again: "Aci, I know everything, I know you..."

"You must like me too, right?"

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have made this choice."

"..." Chu Junci remained silent.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mo Yan stepped forward again, knelt in front of him, and looked up at him.

He tentatively took Aci's hand in his own, nuzzling his palm: "Aci, please give me a chance?"

"I want to take care of you."

"...Mo Yan."

The dignified Emperor of Zhao was kneeling before him. Chu Junci pursed his lips and said, "Get up first."

"I don't."

Mo Yan refused, even resorting to shamelessness: "If Aci agrees, I'll get up."

"..."

Chu Junci had no way to deal with him, so he simply withdrew his hand and stopped looking at him.

Looking at the memorial again, Chu Junci picked up the vermilion brush, his expression serious.

He remained silent, so Mo Yan continued kneeling, his gaze fixed on him, occasionally asking, "Are you tired, Aci?"

"Is Aci thirsty?"

"Shall I give Aci a back massage?"

"Or should I rub your lower back?"

"...Shut up." Mo Yan was too noisy, and Chu Junci couldn't help but speak up.

"..."

Mo Yan remained silent for a while, then slowly moved closer to him.

Smelling the lotus fragrance emanating from Chu Junci, Mo Yan looked up at him with burning eyes.

Under such a gaze, Chu Junci couldn't calm down at all. His grip on the vermilion pen tightened slightly, and he sighed, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"I want to stay by Aci's side."

"Aci, Aci, please talk to me, please talk to me, okay?"

Mo Yan rested his head on Chu Junci's knees and grasped his wrist: "Aci, if you're still not satisfied, just slap me, okay?"

"I'll do anything as long as Aci calms down."

"Mo Yan".

Chu Junci looked down at him: "I'm really not angry."

"Aci lied to me again."

"How can you not be angry with me? I kidnapped Chu Li, stationed troops on the border, and even got you pregnant..."